~Spirit Songs~

~Reginald Von Goodman~

From intuition to recognition...

~Lunar Picnic~

twas a warm enchanted evening
a few flimsy wisps of matter
some might call clouds
drifted over head
a wonderful rich luxurious full moon
appeared in the sky of the south.
so big, so oval shaped.
i spread the blanket out
for a bewitching lunar picnic.
the night was charmed from the beginning.
a bottle of wine, a loaf of kimmel rye and you my love.
as we watched the eclipse we talked
our eyes spoke in the now diminished moonlight.
we became one.
then we laughed as undisciplined children
we danced a lover's waltz
and collapsed into a dreamy sleep.
thank you my treat!

RVG '99

~How Do You Title Such A Feeling?~

While I go through the attempts of each day,
I see your face beaming in the corner of my understanding,
which seems you are with me,
ahh! and to legends forgotten...
reminding me to be friendly.
They see you, my young black forest torte,
as being good for me.
Helping me to sort feelings!
For that I am indebted to you!
Always and an eternity am
I in the love with you.

RVG '99

~The Ultimate Dance~

They have my directions again my angel of
desire wakened,
which is you in my dreams,
you fill my directions with wonderful figures
of the sugar plum fairies hovering above,
those in the Moonlight dance.
I am lucky you to have met...
let us give thanks to the Gods above for combining us.

RVG '99

~Tares and Wildflowers~

Deeply within the Silence of my thoughts,
there is a special dream of the workstation.
I stretch
my legs and walk down a long highway on the Outskirts of the city.
Where two inside could meet, without one around. Tares and wild flowers,
lay the bank out with carpet.
Cascading river stones, Flusstrickles of the sand.
Like a bridge to our past, this river of the stone stops, much more.
Alone in love, hand in hand decisions were met and promises held.
The wind whispered inclination, which wild release,
tasted and we always and all, which could be.
Only you know the words, to the Song in my inside.
We are branched by the soul
Until the end of time

RVG '99

~Shall We?~

Shall we play a game my love
Let us please have fun my turtledove.
Thinking of teasing your brain for a while
And knowing you has brought to my face a smile

Shall we play a game of chance?
Dare I say on the road to romance?
Let us only play a game, let me with you jest
In all others places of life I will be honest

RVG '99

~Dawn Lover~

the black crowned night heron
leaves now its aqueous nest, and climbing its shakes dewy wings.
It takes this Window for the east and implores your light,
which it sings -- wake up awake!
the Morn never rises,
until she can dress their beauty at your eyes.

the buyer bends unto the asterisk of the sailor, plowman from the sun,
which takes the season;
but the loving is still surprised,
for which they look are precious,
before it's mistress so pure awake wake up,
break up your veils of the lea!
draw then your curtains and
catch love on the dawn's breaking light

RVG '99

~Rain Drop~

A rain drop fell upon the earth
and was instantly absorbed into the ground
It made it's way to an underground aqueduct
To the Missouri
Into the Mississippi
Joining billions of others
Flowing into the gulf.
It is then picked up
Flown to Europe
Where it is deposited on the

ground to give nourishment to a plant
reevaporated into the sky
back to america
where is falls on the ground giving
relief to a sweating brow.
and you say you do not make a difference?

RVG '99

~Sonnet From An Angel~

I come to greet you.
the sun is set to explain from above.
The hot sunlight waits, in order to greet you.
And trembles by the leaves and the juice.

to explain to you that the forest is awake.
ferociously awake, each branch buds too.
each awake bird.
is full of spring.

to explain to you that I come again.
I do not know what song I sing.
as on yesterday, the same passion is here
in order to serve you, a love Song matures!

My feet dangle over the edge of heaven
As I look down and send you love.

RVG '99

~Lunar Waltz~

As i open my rear door and venture outside
I look towards the west.
I see a sea of vast nothing.
The high prairie has almost reached the zenith.
The mountains i faintly observe.
A lone coyote sings in the distance.
A tumbleweed dances in the moonlight.
The hare bounces a few steps and stops
To smell the unforgivable aroma of young spring.
I look to the heavens to witness
A vast ocean of stars.
Pondering which one you call home my angel.
It is a wonderful night for a lunar waltz.
For once I guide you through the steps,
Moonbeams showing the way.
Celestial energy only makes me stronger
I could dance the evening away.
Your spirit cleanses my soul..
What a wonderful night for a lunar waltz
My angelic love

RVG '99

~Musings Of A Moonbeam~

I dream of warm blooms going from you at night
along the currents of the country of my birth,
and nightsongs of the birds,
which open around you, while you go.
You stop in its body the dark.
Initial value for the promiscuous unnumbered matriarch of my Sleep.

How many times have I,
come along into you from my head to notice,
if at all a man were,
you to approach, he would be more complete.
Whom the light and all directions I gave up,
I come to you lost and altogether trusting,
as a man, who enters unarmed into the forest.
It is, as if I descend out of air slowly earthward
from the air.
I remain in peace in you,
I finally arrive.

RVG '99

~Parnassian In The Dark~

This comes to Silence.
Was it something? said I, which branched me to you,
any barren promise?
or, falsely, the fear forwards loneliness or death?
A man lost in the wood in the darkness, I am still and say nothing.
Waiting for a friendly moonbeam to guide me!
and then risen in me, like the earth authorized
a mass brew rise in root and spreads,
comes the words of a dream of you,
I do not know of which I have dreamt.
I was a wanderer, the solace of his homeland under his feet,
again believing and moving into my blood.
I continued, curtained and reliable.
Where I stepped, my track was there to protect me.
It was not an abyss, which lay pitted before me,
but only the horizontally aligned soil.

With only the light of the moon
and my thoughts of you as my guide.

RVG '99