Strategy is a poem

Strategy is a poem.
A flight of stairs.
A stair step of surrenders.
A foot, a path.
A heartbeat.
A vision glimmering in the distance...
Easy to abstract, hard to divine

What shines?

The Moon and me,
Two celestial bodies
Shining upon each other.

What shines?
What gives Light luminosity?
What gives Me radiance?

Eternal Mystery, my story.

Love Spring

My love for you is like a Field of flowers
In bloom today
Vast, endless expanse of Green love
That You could take a nap in
With your face towards the Sun
And your skin soaking up the Earth.

Sometimes the Field lies fallow
in Winter's discontent.
But not for Long...
For Love springs Eternal in my Heart,
Every blooming time.