Robert Robbie Dudley

THE NIGHT'S ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ.

oh, poetry a random ray of light will shine
i like to lay down on the ground meaning
when i want to fly within, without wings
of red, white, blue, brown or black of yellow
sunset, orange, green, yet, more shades to make
back across the wind of the mind i might stand
on a thought in flight at dawn, at dusk
and against the day and at a time amids
a night sky a line to add a-drop into onto a memory
indentity of myself i feel i count in here
then when i'm done, if, ever, for later on-wards
down the night's road, i'll read, cover to my heart
what we are all in all one long line by a line uneven
in idle hours to be nicer away must at times it gets
ever closer than this is before was it, ever-so
i don't know, i need too, although, i can dream too
meeting mine and is your's too over again
in a space-time, in a picture, in a dream may-be in
this if not perhaps perchance i lost a bit of making
mud on my mind i fall sad if all of such is all rough
i rise going up where-at the end of an incorrect
path and, that, i am watching new leaves burst
a perfect day, meeting, keeping, a-hold of
in moments then gone deep over blue violet hills
the wind rolls on like a drum rolls with-in
the passion to be somewhat a-senseless canvas
in a dark crystal what is it when-at the end
of the night's road covers me, i'll read my words
although between the lines a-metaphor heals
as-when bleak in the shadows made firm
of the old apple tree of great art, wet, still seen
with-in, with-out wings got a-slant rain
oh, poetry a random ray of light through will shine
when i got nothing, yet, how, to say it ?