JUST A THOUGHT

Just a thought

It was in the morning.

i first thought of you,

red .white. and never blue.

never deprived would you make me,

no not you........ 

jealous, 

pretentious,

not even electric,

no not you.

Sitting on the porch glass in hand,

i start to formulate the simplistic of plans,

To make this a vineyard with your name,

of earth, and wood, twine and grape.

To grow under the protection of sun.

Gathered in  and of the earth.

To be one,

with me and you.

To give joy and happiness,

to find peace and finally rest.

In this a confusing world.

written

by

Eric L. Michaels