Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR
' Emeralds And Black Diamonds...
Lie down lass, with me, in sage green meadows
Your blouse flouncing open, in the teasing breeze
The meadows, feel so cotton, this time of year
Come lay beside me lass, and sense the softness
Open field, sweet honeysuckle....arouses my yen
For passion 'neath th' sparkle by th' mid-noon sun
No clouds abide our scape of choice, to pleasure
An', again I ask you lass, come lay you down by me
Come close my love...these hungry emerald eyes
Beg to stare into your warm, black diamond eyes
Take my hand in bond, my lov', as I assure you
That emeralds and ...
Begin the day... and I awaken to the gentle tingling
Of the morning mists even flow, nights final breath.
And malaised by the murky shroud impeding the sunrise,
I intently await the unfurling of natures crack of Dawn, when -
Enter, an eerie chant of pipes, its echo conjures my curious side;
A sudden, biting thrust approaching with intrusion.
Its sound an eerie, whining, pitch...I spin in awkward motion,
To reveal the source and contain my obsessive quench for peril.