lost in land without water

all I think about is the water

emeralds gold and platinum

silver and diamonds don t satisfy

this land without sun is a land without her

and I shake on my chair at the public library

writing for her what I think is bad poetry

thanks infinite power to keep me running

no jail can t held me no cell can bear me

my wings just keep on leading me to the open skies

and I walk to ocean park and i go to pacific palisades

remembering how we were wild

making love like a concert for the masses

may the heaven attract us may the air bless us

infinite amity infinite affinity and synchronicity

thank you infinite blue that invades my soul

from dawn to dusk

I smell the silver the gold and the musk.

Etienne Blanchard