Vicki's Rip Van Winkle

Rip Van Winkle's Crimson Tears by David Hart Rip Van Winkle's crystal crimson tears Shatter as sea gulls flit and cheer A child's toy building doth tumble and crash While a moon sky casts a rumbling flash Rene Descartes ponders in an iron stove Mining his mind for the treasure trove Siggy Freud dreams of tunnels and holes Riding a big cigar scrapping other's souls Majesterial Mercury preens his taleria in bliss Musing and fretting, his thoughts quite amiss Rip Van Winkle's blood red years Fail to quell the fanfaronade of tears Rumplestilskin rows in a blue yellow kayak Up to the sun in a fervid fulgurant attack From the fear filled misery of a military trench To the quiet muted cries of a hard park bench Not much ado for a hero these days The hero's in a cardboard box which forever sighs Longing for just one empathetic caress Now worn down with a soul full of duress Rip Van Winkle's sanguine sorrowful tears Yield scant surcease to a deluge of fears 2008DavidHartUSA