Funny how little words stand out like the rising sun. Calling birds to sing in the mornings grace. The cool air from the nights slumbering face awakes. As the trees sway, the thought of you comes my way. So, so far away, I can’t see but I can feel your hearts beating thunder. Your soul as it flutters with a good, my hope for earth is renewed. All it takes is one, to start the chain, effect that can change, one love, into many. When the darkness comes, I hide, like so many of us. Scared to take that step, which leads the walk that comes from talk. Street lights and headlights, illuminating the way, where evil lives to breathe and play. My mind is filthy, it stalks your lines. It licks the very thought that comes to be from your poetry. Your flowing words ignite a fire deep inside. Erection, the effect, from the cause of reading your poetic affection.