There is something sinister unread

I found a strange man sleeping in my bed
He had the static creepiness I dread
Still alive but seeming to be dead

is this a dream that dwells inside my head
I should have dreams  of Errol Flynn instead
Look where that damn garden path has led

Oh,God, the cat has come back to be fed
He eats frogs before they are quite dead
The Sermon on the Mount  is still unread

There was noone in my marriage bed
There is something sinister unread

 

Every time I see yor face I smile

Every time I see yor face I smile
It’s just a dream,I am not reconciled
When I waken up  the tears run by
Remembering or forgetting  where you are

Now you have come back to pick up me
We have  an  newer house down by the sea
Shall we take our books and music there?
I gave away your clothes but you’re not bare

I’ve found it freezing cold  outside your gaze
Without  those conversations every day
Can’t  you stay here for a few more years?
In the dream I  never seem to cry

We seem to be  the actors in this Play
You are calm and dignified, oh stay

Meeting someone’s eyes is like a touch

Meeting someone’s eyes is like a touch
As if our self extends  outside our skin
With no intention to take hold or clutch

Those who do this , how love must be rich
Rarely will they mortify or sin
Meeting someone’s eyes is a kind  touch

If we are afraid, may we find trust
Let us  try again,  why not begin
With no intention to take hold or clutch?

We are human, do we mind who’s first?
Let our minding weigh  less than  a pin
Meeting someone’s eyes is like a touch

In the end we mingle with the dust
Have we made good use of any gift
With no intention to take hold or clutch?

With love around, we  need not be too  swift
Take your own time  wandering through the mist
Meeting someone’s eyes is like a touch
Gentle, do caress, don’t  grasp nor clutch