To the Nines: The Songbook of the Muses — Erato’s Love Notes (…still in progress) 

5. Like springs of our own musings

…We wake the dead
With our shadows, marauding midnight of its silences…

Improvising night from day.

4. Her lips are the pigment of
Poetry, tasting like the love
She promised to only me
In words foretold
By my dreams.

3. Come what may, devoted
day by day (…’til no end)
To the dance of our wandering stars
With steps choreographed
by the glow of our souls, as
Andromeda falls
upon her Milky Way, invoking
The Muses to harmonize to the nines
Love into our eyes, so we can hear
The lush hums of the spheres.

2. Her body hides in words
I’d love to browse fore I drowse
Dreaming poetry.

1. I want to walk your
Fingertips, & follow what remains
Of this road for me.

The Gospel

Purely and surely
Love is the gospel, singing
The sermons of life.

To the Nines: The Songbook of the Muses — Erato’s Love Notes (…still in progress & under revision) 

5. Her lips are the pigment of my
Poetry, tasting like the love
She promised to only me
In words foretold
By my dreams.

4. Purely and surely
Love is the gospel, singing
The sermons of life.

3. Come what may, devoted
day by day (…’til no end)
To the dance of our wandering stars
With steps choreographed
by the glow of our souls, as
Andromeda falls
upon her Milky Way, invoking
The Muses to harmonize to the nines
Love into our eyes, so we can hear
The lush hums of the spheres.

2. Her body hides in words
I’d love to browse fore I drowse
Dreaming poetry.

1. I want to walk your
Fingertips, & follow what remains
Of this road for me.

To the Nines: The Songbook of the Muses — Erato’s Love Notes (…in progress) 

5. Purely and surely
Love is the gospel, singing
The sermons of life.

4. Come what may, devoted
day by day (…until no end)
To the dance of our wandering stars
With steps choreographed
by the glow of our souls, as
Andromeda falls
upon her Milky Way, invoking
The Muses to harmonize to the nines
Love into our eyes, so we can hear
The lush hums of the spheres.

3. Sown in the soil of
Your soul, my heart reaps rapture
With wild brevity.

2. Her body hides in words
I’d love to browse fore I drowse
Dreaming poetry.

1. I want to walk your
Fingertips, & follow what remains
Of this road for me.

To the Nines: The Songbook of the Muses — Erato’s Love Notes

4. Come what may, devoted
day by day (…until no end)
To the dance of our wandering stars
With steps choreographed
by the glow of our souls, as
Andromeda falls
upon her Milky Way, invoking
The Muses to harmonize to the nines
Love into our eyes, so we can hear
The lush hums of the spheres.

3. Sown in the soil of
Your soul, my heart reaps rapture
With wild brevity.

2. Her body hides in words
I’d love to browse fore I drowse
Dreaming poetry.

1. I want to walk your
Fingertips, & follow what remains
Of this road for me.

Love Note(s)

2. Her body hides in words
I’d love to browse fore I drowse
Dreaming poetry.

1. I want to walk your
Fingertips, & follow what remains
Of this road for me.

Suite Luv

For my wife, Stepheni K. Hall

Why’d you take so long to come?

Doesn’t matter now…
May our fairytale never
End, as long as your

Spirit I carry in me.

💚 for the MotherLand & the Black Diaspora

Morrisey Meets Al Green (in a one-line haiku)

There is a light that never goes out called love & happiness.

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The Calm After the Storm

For Amanda Morgan, Juanita Baker & Garnet Patricia Owens

With every ending is a new beginning.

In
The
Mourning
Time, laughter
Bursts out of the eyes
Where tears used to reside. the wails
Of the crying sky
Are unveiled
Then impaled
After
The
Gales

…For
The
Morning
Always brings
Sounds of
Your
(Unfailing)
Love.

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MDSHall
©2016