Robert Robbie Dudley

ACROSS THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. Thyme leeds rushes a begotten hold only copes
oh, poetry a random ray of yellow light
shining sky golden drops field trickles by in two and in one knew thru drippings real
outta the ceilings O listenings i swept up across the corners whiles i like it to lay deep from leaves it can bespake wrote my rake a-happy time wood baskets of wind
down i chose high walks the ground best meanings goes to view, what's torn, wow! see, look up
when i want to fly within, without wings
spanning high, green, blue, yellow, of brown
or blank signs gray or of purple sunset red
in orange, pink, white, yet, fades outta more shades tower remained look'd falls off call'd
unto make sunrise flower across
to become music wild hill wind of the mind
might i stand upon things
look the other ways chooses underpasses
a thought in flight at dawn
at dusk and against the day
and at a time amidst a night sky
a line to add, to resist anew a-drop into everything what does? Hey!
unto a past memory it came to life but it ain't so & that's howso today
the same remains my indentity of myself
i feel, i count in here more than significant
when i'm done, if, ever, for later
mountains moved.
outwards, onwards down to the night's feeling
shining road, are lights, i'll read across, cover to cover my heart dropt
what we are all and all one long line
by a line uneven unable ways in idle hours to be
nearer away, if, must stop at times
it gets ever closer than this before reaches
was it everso i don't know
i needs it too although, i can dream
in meeting rooms everyone's gloom went thru
our's, mine and your's to the story over again
in a space-time, in a picture, in a dream
may-be in this if not perhaps dimes dropt
perchance i lost a bit of making mud
on this time to look on i fall sad some got
if, all and all such and such is all rough all
on the way and rose up unseen going up where-at
unto the end of an long incorrect path preening it and O' that scent of, i am watching new leaves burst
a perfect day, meeting, keeping
ahold on by me alone my own account
then is gone everyone deep over me all
the blue air fast hills chose free valleys
knows the wind rolls on like a drum rolls
within the troubles stiring up smiles
to be somewhat drifting off as a-senseless canvas blank
inside a dark crystal
O' what is this thinking goes must stop link up, whenever at the end
of the night's shining road covers me
i'll read my words although between the lines
casts a-metaphor heals as-when bleak declines
into a shade that made it firm
the old apple tree of great art, water, stillness
seen afar with-in, with-out wings
a total slant of rain in the middle we'll have, oh, poetry
a random ray of light although shining
when i got nothing, unless, howso, to say it ?
shimmering more obsolete i live thru this
mouse on a leaf