I hear the shrillness in he soundless scream.
by June K. Vargo
I see the brilliance in the sunless beam.
I know that things are not what they seem.
There is not repartee in my mindless dream.
My dream of a land so fresh so new.
My dream of a land laden with morning dew.
My dream of a land that belongs to me .. and to you.
In this adventure so fresh so new.
I hear the footsteps as we walk the walk less mile.
Suddenly, I see the repartee as we wait the wait less while.
The 'ups' the 'downs' makes life a potential aisle
Giving to this couple all its worth that life can beguile.
As with Adam and as with Eve, we try to express
Our virtues, our excellence, our righteousness.
As HE did with Antonya and Cleopatra, let Him bless
My partner an I as we caress.
I sense the joyfulness from the joy we have leaned to accept.
I vision the bottomless bottom of our two lives; depth.
We have conquered out land for which we had wept
As companions we life... in our eternal crypt.