"What It Took"

Bubbles ascending against aquatic laden barley's stubborness
To rise toward film layered salvation
As if victorious over depths of rememberence

A bar stool melody escorted by drink sobered me
Tis not possible to be sobered by things
So opposed to it's very mission?

What it took were these two things
So pleasant, simple and true
To conjure up a future love-yet I have not met

Where I can say it's the smallest
of things that remind me of the treasure
I have in you

Bubbles effervescing against aquatic laden barley's noncompliance
To always rise toward film
layered salvation-finally to breath

Tis a drink never to be finished
Poured refreshing eternal-a song never to be played out
Will be our love for each other-for it's in the simplest of messages

That preordained it beyond doubt!

JCB-October 28, 2012

"Perpetually October"

                                   

                   I heard a song-takin' me back seven July's earlier
                    flooting, wispering wind reminding me of her....
              Thank God! for she matters not this day nor any ahead

                   Color me jealous twas my start-May birth
       of all those to have been born during such an enchanted month
       A month of humidity-lacking personality of special days
                   save for occasional, lonely Orthodox Easter

                   But it's Easter's salvation-as why I'm living to
                praise you......Oh fires hue russet-red,orange like
              torches.......
           
       Torches of ancient scaring up hills of spirits in the misty Celtic
                  lore of my ancestors pagan past- Aquitania to Hibernia
                                           Asturias to Alba

        Even you stop your dance of wind carried leaves......
               to teach me my heritage on "All Saints" eve

        Oh, you are a sparkling, dry island in a calendar sea of cold,  
                                       blaze, darkness
               humidity-An azure sky covers us both like a blanket.....
        
        Sheltering.......weakening I grab your hand and with tear
          stained eye......kissing your forehead one last goodbye

                As you slip into violet-gray, pre winter drear.
          But, I promise to resurrect what we have once more
                          For our love affair next year

                                      You captivate
                      like non other-Oh, October with shivering
                             soul to me you are dear