In a synonym of love’s creation I existed in a love strange,

Telescope and kaleidoscope show how I need to change,

Kaleidoscope skies seek every particle to put on a display,

Telescope vision bring a past I don’t want in present day,

The cold, cold ground is no place to rest in lovers exile,

To be dead is not needed at this time of your lovely smile,

Time has come to be driven with love’s fulfilling passion,

It’s time to state “come here my angel you are the one.”

Pull me into your comforting arms and let me rest awhile,

You are the indulgence that I tell all is truly worthwhile,

Scattered amongst the worthy are good men last in exile,

Not born to follow yet I’ve attempted the act once in a while,

Not lame enough to follow yes’s or no’s whispered to hear,

Whispered so loud the yelling participants fell to the rear,

Unlearned and not heard the bewilderment began to be,

Perpernina had a method that if not heard is better to see.

As much as I tried to follow the strangeness of their words,

Never before has this strangeness drawn me to the herds,

I’ve begged you to pull me into your comforting arms to rest,

I love you, my indulgence is you, you are always the best!

The end, by Pat for Patti