Sun drops fall in sugar bends

called taffy, the laughing

girls do

echos ,neath the sand dunes

while the blue moon waits his turn to fly, to sail above the swoon

that Summer's air reserves for June.

Gum drops fall in sugar blends

called taffy bends, the laughing

I do

echos 'neath the randy fools

who call the moon, while he patiently waits his turn to fly above the ocean bloom

that his host's air reserves for you.

The call that's deep inside the root I call my chest

is sized by whom might need the rest

of what I write, despite the fight

that's just below my surface,

calm steals the show for purpose.....

Love drops small but builds the bend

I save for whom my heart pretends

or thinks it knows, who cares, I'll tend

to God's own call within my own,

for He's who's given what we own

and want and need and crave and hold,

He gives what we want to know,

so to my heart and to yours too,

you must always be so true

and Love will guide you to

the bloom,

your heart desires, just trust,

your truth.

copyright Rose Loya 2008