The treetop glimmers outside my window
  As light, dancing upon the leaflets -
Shimmies about in affable yellow.
  My gaze can't help but be captivated
By light, pure and perfectly aglow.

In the wind, swaying charismatically -
  Every leaf is twirled as a ballerina -
Playing with my fragile jealousy.
  I think I hear an underlying viola -
Oh, light - would you dance with me?

The Arizona Queen of the Night –
She is a most mysterious flower –
The one seen dancing in the moonlight.
The Arizona Queen of the Night –
In a pale gown, appears near June’s height.
Have you been lucky enough to see her –
The Arizona Queen of the Night?
She is a most mysterious flower.

See there marches Orion
  With Sirius close at his feet
Tarrying not long in the air
  To begin the midnight hunt.

His quickened breath congeals –
  His boots crunch the fallen snow –
His eyes attempt to discern
  Between tree and furtive shadow.

Mark the occasion and time
  Of this harvest moon's fair
And note the dog's primal talent
  For smelling blood and fear

Not to bring down a mighty elk
  To quarter and tan its hide –
What they instead come upon
  Is Aries in a clearing field.

So that you will be blessed
I pray more than you are aware
For you because you are
A friend of many friends.

May age not break your stride.
Remember all of your days
And on your tongue have praise
For those on whom you relied.

May God look down and see
You at play like a child
And like a parent smile
When their child shrieks in glee.

A mist of yellow
Gold upon the curtains
Blinding is its glow
The breath of calm winds
Birds silent like they know
Things muted by grayness
A wide, blue shadow
Trees black in the distance –
This is how the sun sets.

in unrelenting deep purple Depeche Mode crisis...

the yeast you could do
for a crusty and crabby old man,
(who I know
like the back of my clawed hand),
albeit well bred wordsmith doth wonder,
whose person analogously baited
courtesy being at the receiving end
of one after another phishing schemes
whereat identity thieves stole
loot linkedin with checking account
making out like Smokey and the Bandits
appellation Matthew Scott Harris
whose finances compromised and rent asunder,
hence, he desperately needs

I have nothing to offer
   Except this small heart of mine.
You come with laughter.
   I have a past much maligned.

You come with true stories
   And many talkative siblings.
I have few good memories
   But a face that’s serene.

Interesting things about the world
   I remember very well.
If it’s not a bother
   I will teach instead of tell.

Where have all the gentlemen gone?
Worldly thoughts have led them astray –
Desiring neither love nor brawn.
Where? Have all the gentlemen gone?
Tho’ my days are short and nights are long –
I hold my breath, take note and pray:
Where have all the gentlemen gone?
Worldly thoughts have led them astray.

Rabat is a black pearl
  Of cellophanic rainbow
Gazing upon waves that curl
  And lick a shore little known.

Gibraltar is the dock
  Where it steadfast moors –
Enjoying sailboats that flock
  The Mediterranean course

Yet Barbary lions live
  Not far, in the Rif Mountains –
Golden, assertive –
  Their kasbah amid the grass.

Old age doesn’t exist for all
  Because many claim its presence;
I submit that living goes on
  Through many-hued firmaments.

A shade of love lives here
  And over there, a victory, I deem –
Patience caught them in her lair
  And surprise – she frolics in between

For one might, on some fateful day –
  Pluck a strange flower
And on another, move a rock away
  And something wonderful – uncover.