ABC STARS Inspires

Image courtesy of kongsky at FreeDigitalPhotos.net Ah fondest, fairest face in all the world! Ah wanted one! the one alone to whom, For whom, because of whom these lines unfurled! Ah lovely lily! more and more in bloom! I used to dream that you shall be my bride! And often dreamt of taking you away From all the cares that kept you occupied At school and convent all throughout the day. Flying to a corner all our own, A hut or hovel, so long's you're by my side. Ending all the loneliness I've known, Togetherness, at least by eventide.              Ah ecstasy! These dreams are now my life!              Ah bliss! with you, my valentine, my wife! 14feb66;95

Image courtesy of Keattikorn at FreeDigitalPhotos.net Camp Ibalon Stockade 17 July 1981 In a little pot, a lovely pink rose blooms (A strange sight inside a detention cell ---My own--- among these varied prison rooms.) Its silent beauty tells me---all is well. It was a rosebud when you came and brought it. (I hardly noticed; I had you! Then dreamt of you!) Awaking alone, so eagerly I sought it And kissing its scented petals, I kissed you anew! And sensed the light in your eyes, your face; your lips Far rosier than the love-blush you wore. Your softness, the trimness of your breasts, your hips Despite the fourteen fruits of our love you bore!          How I love you only! You alone I desire!                    How I want you, my darling, with my all afire!

Image courtesy of photostock at FreeDigitalPhotos.net Ah would that I could call you still my friend! You made of tears---invigorating dew; Of laughter, hair-triggered wanton bursts of end- Less joy; and any place, a rendezvous Complete. You shared the gamut of my heart, My mind, my soul. With faith you ministered The wounds of strife that would have torn me apart And with unspoken, trusted teamwork spurred Me ever onward.                                      No, we haven't (can Not even) parted ways. And yes, these ties Of oneness grow far stronger, closer than Before; and no, your friendship knows no price.                  We were and are the best of friends for life                 But I must call you more than friend, my wife! The Rainbow, Feb., 1966

Awake, I see the mistress of my throne  Her warmth, her face of beauty and her scent Of rose-milk. But I find, I am alone. Ah raging torment born of love unspent! "Reveille!" You are a boon! I'll make An obsession of my work; I must not rest Or else these thoughts of you return and break Me with their searing yearnings unexpressed. At last "Retreat" is sounded, all is done. And now the crickets chirp a promise of dreams. But the dream is a sad and empty one--- I walked alone, alone on the moon-beams!          The tears I wept are in the morning dew          The winds now wail my want---how I miss you!                                                                                                                                                   16may59;64

Photo by cc T oday, ah World, I see a lovely light O utcast the shadow of your cloudiest moods! N o ugliness remains. Your hills, your woods Y our seas and skies, ah everything's just right! L oveliness is all around! This sight O f bursting rainbow-ribboned rapture intrudes V oluptuously and rends the gloomy hoods E mbittering my heart and uproots their blight. S corching flames, no longer dutiful, E mblazon all my soul! Ah, one could die D elightedly drunk, drinking glee on-the-rocks! I 'm just that drunk, For all is beautiful! T he fourteen letters hidden here spell why my H eartbeats pound and prance like wild amoks! The Rainbow, Feb, 1966