Again, I Tear

Early MORN doth break,

like a father as he comes,

to hold the gentle breeze,

to help his daughters needs.

A mother drawing close,

nature doth approach,

to bad for physical being.

I need a small reprieve.

Spirit of the Universal climb,

out-of-body and singing,

Auld lang Syne!!

No New Year, just a day,

when nature went away.

Far north, does it land?

a mental approach

rebuke the curses there,

and wrap myself bare,

until such time

I Tear!

Again!...

K.A.P.

6/11/2009