(crystal pyramid hearted)
this king's chamber is empty
my queen's is filled with flowers
like a child with a bubble ring,
your essence blowing rainbows lovingly...
but long to come, to soon gone
beautified in its diamond studded brevity
if not in this tassled lifetime,
then for certain in the next
hand to hand-mind to mind
soul to soul will quarter time
we splash in word puddles,
two chalk children
shivering in cold cyber rain
a valley of three leaf clover dreams...
i'm sorry for the charade,