The Prince of Poets.
The Thief of Hearts.
The Pirate of the Seven Seas.
The Master of Mental Jewelry.
Your words drip from each page
like honey glistening in the sun.
Each stanza crisp as the afternoon
when the spring ran has stopped.
Your leave nothing unsung.
Your musings of mystery
mirrors the intrige of the
full moon upon the ocean of time
You poems of love leave us all breathless
in the wake upon the shore.
Awaiting in the sand to hear you
talk of beauty just once more.
You are a gift amongst
the rolling dunes of deseart land.

By Scher