I love when

I love when night falls and a man walks up the road and he has a dog named Mystic and Romanian blood and an uncle with a similar name and a father born with the same date and you can talk about lessons and mistakes and not be afraid

no one tires

no one tires 

of the soul's genuine work

fresh straw and rice grow without 

tampering, natural the way 

lovers embrace,

after a journey,

by the moon, 

with the sun, 

wind the only thing 

able to change direction 

honey from bees

there is always a bit 

that lingers

at the bottom of the cup.

it is the sweetest, 

though       many never

discover it.