Forsooth

No one wins; nobody loses.

The highway of life, one gently cruises

in search of a life. Man knows not where

to look - past strife. That road, the air

holds the very thing

that many a crowned king

have wrestled with themselves

to have and hold. One delves

into the deepest recess,

where the mind denies access

searching for this long-lost truth -

Life's the road less traveled, forsooth.

A shared cigarette

A window, and I serenade you.

By the hand, I will kiss you.

We'll drink and watch the world smoke by

as clouds turn stars turn inky sky.

I'll talk of worlds within your eyes.

You'll talk of a life. Time flies.

In harmony; we'll feel so right.

We'll spend that one amazing night.

When dawn breaks as dreams do

I'll kiss you still and you'll coo.

At the break of light and sunlight bright,

we'll see our paths in plain sight.

There'll be, perhaps, another day:

some point in time and space. They say

that paths meant to cross, must.

Our crossing was of love and lust.