sun setting here on the
borders of the Pacific World
full Moon smiling down upon me
thinking of you, dreaming of us.
Drexxel tells me it’s alright
as she’s peeking in on you.
Muses filter through my minds eye
summer drive,
w/golden tresses blowing in the wind
laughs & smiles – a rose
hockey on the front row.
love fills my sails as
working hard swallows time
a bond of friendship
forged by love & tenderness.
memories are the sparkle in your eyes
a cherished diamond
in the rough of life.
dreams pass like a ship & shore
in the night –
you waiting on the dock for my final call.
letters of love travel on wings of hope-
souls become entwined over time & miles.
one day I’ll see your face &
you’ll be wrapped in my warm embrace.
wil becker
1999.11.03
