By Forestadams(jhardylbg@hotmail.com)
Date: 22 December 1999

Milk and Honey

The mocking bird.
What an unfortunate name
How has it mocked?
The Mocking bird's cry
Dropping from its lips
floating toward, it seems, to my sweetheart's gaze

Smiling inevitably

Her soul is ablaze with formal grace

Our eyes meet

At Last!!

Her Love is real...

My heart can rest in an eternal cloud's embrace
Softer than feathers and just as sweet and wondrous.

Wondering how fulfillment has come upon me, 
I hear the mocking bird's cry once again...

Sweet satisfaction to mine ears--

And My soul is set ablaze.