I Had A Dream

I had a dream

all gentle and soft,

together we lay

in a hay loft.

I thought I was in heaven

and surely dead,

for the color of her hair

was a most provocative red.

Gary R. Cramer

4-16-91

I Looked Across The Bay

I looked across the bay

a most beautiful body,

nothing about it

declared it was ever shoddy.

Various shades of green

to the eyes a rich bounty,

a most hypnotizing scene

one of the best in Marin County.

Lines eagerly suggesting

an enticing body of age,

graced by gentle curves

not wrinkles from rage.

Lines so suggestive

as those of breasts and hips,

begging me to explore

and put a smile on my lips.

The rises and falls

the dimples and rounds,

such a joy to the senses

as my mind danced to the sounds.

Then in a snap

my imagination shut down,

I laughingly remembered

it was only bushes, trees and ground.

But at the end of the ride

the awe of it remains,

the art of Mother Nature

has a firm grip on the reins.

This stretch of land

known well as Pt. Reyes,

still strongly resists

man and the passing days.

So grateful am I for

an idea began from a start,

to those many wise people

who fought to make a National Park.

To those who follow

to venture onto this soil,

enjoy this land and all it gives

but remember not to spoil.

As this day ends

scattered clouds in the sky,

my soul peeks out not

knowing if to sigh or cry.

Calls of distant birds

gentle caresses of light breeze,

warmth of the setting sun

this moment my spirit must seize.

I must embrace what is here

and wear it like a glove,

fighting to put a hold

On my quest for a new love.

Gary R. Cramer

December 22, 2012

Sea Mist

Across from Pt. Reyes National Seashore Park

I Think I’m Dying

I think I’m dying

a little at a time,

the cause is unclear

no reason or rhyme.

My lips are numb

missing two on two,

of course we kiss

but with feelings untrue.

My vision is blurring

sights will not last,

can’t see the future

only dim glowing past.

My heart seems weak

it’s missing life,

where is that love

between man and wife.

My lungs breathe shallow

so lacking in force,

no breath of fresh air

to blow away this remorse.

My body grows weak

so hard to keep going,

in search of a path

yet no answers showing.

My memory grows dim

can’t remember the facts,

those things we shared

with deep loving acts.

Some attention is needed

must find some help,

feel like I’m dying

all tangled in kelp.

I think I’m dying

a little at a time,

the cause unclear

no reason or rhyme.

Gary R. Cramer

June 4, 1984