Went out to hues of blues

You know places I have yet to bend

Cup in my hand filled with sand

I run from end to end

Linger a while for a star smile

And laugh at the wench

We sit at the bench and feed the squirrels

From the trees sing to the birds and the furls

Skirts shimming up polar trees

Love and fate never rebate

Dollars spent on the wine

But Hemingway drinks are on the sink

A fish in the pond drops in bobber seen

Dreams a kiss as cheek smiles in red

Said I know a place to go and rest

Vest is cast in the ever last of smile

While a sleep a keep we weep a trail

Sail on past safe port to watch quail

It is the blues and the views of guitar in tune

A woman of light invites the night

And we enter a new protocol

Savor the smell of a heavenly cell

And once again it is me loving you

Room seeks the lasting beeps of horn gone mild

Wild of the seas smiles back at me as my mind is gone

Song of the whale lets forth a sale of books  and writes of long

Tribute it sleeps in the books that I keep by bedside to review

Write all-night and in the light I see every image of you

Cup and sup on the avenue of tripping kind of day

Fall it you can and slip if you may in to puddles and dreams

Love we find in our minds alter questions left unsaid

As kids remind us God answers all when your dead