You are connected with the mind.

A poem about God’s Presence.

Among the orchids in the sweet spell of a summer night.

Sally, you’re more than meets my eye and I wish I won’t die because you’re the joy of my celestial life.

There is really no limit on what you want to do no limits at all.

Walking along, a long, long road conjures up images for a lover before retreating to rest his weary head.

The poem explains itself.

Poem.

Behind the eyelids, the outline I see.

My attempt at a tanka – a Japanese poetic form consisting of 5-7-5-7-7 onji or syllables.