Thieves and lovers
Lovers and thieves
Stealing silver and
Promises
What peril,
ignored.
They linger
Too long
coerced
by the need.
It’s a trap
Without fail.
Ticking through
time so
So true is
that jail.

Lovers and thieves
Thieves and lovers
not happy,
the loss of a
half crown.
Obsessed with
what’s left.

Thieves and lovers
Lovers and thieves
In jealousy
and envy
it’s what I have sown.
Not a treasure
filled chest.
Instead with the
whispers and tricks
I’m spending
the dark night in
sleep without rest.

RLB 12/17/2020

What does this mean? I don’t know.
The geography isn’t known to me
Help me see it
through your eyes
We could walk before the
Light is lost
The round moon rides at
Night noon. Tell me
If the inland sea
Will be the end of us.

I know of indifference
that came with the tide
a birthright
I won’t merit, I’ll
Never earn
Never buy

You say the end
Can’t answer for
The course
It takes
If there is no beginning
No middle.
Whatever may come
At the finish.

The architecture
Isn’t known to me.
Since without your
Confidence residing
In the cellar
In the attic and
Not between
Where it looks
An open mind
Though the dust
Is well settled.
Among the
Talents and skills
Given in glimpses
As you wish or not.

Thankfulness is
Not known to me.
Show me that treasure
worn like a ring
not starkly given
simply appearing,
a virtue unquestioned
and left unremoved
while living.

RLB 12/16/2020