Dew by Blair Gaulton

Dew
Dew’s ticklish kiss quivers leaves.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Apr 2016

The Lonely The Lost by Blair Gaulton

This a poem I wrote originally in 1984. I  found it again tonight in some old papers.
Published for the first time.

The Lonely The Lost 
I, the lonely the lost;
have seen many sights;
that would cause many frights;
of those who fear;
darkness and light.
Always in sight;
yet far, but always near.
Closer now have no fear;
act like yourself;
it will come clear.
It is love.

I, the lonely the lost;
know the cost of this price.
It is not high;
it is not low;
It is in between the go.
The price is true and blue.
It is love.

I the lonely the lost;
have seen many sights;
that would cause many frights;
of those who fear,
but the one feared the most 
is false love.
Orginally (C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)1984
Published (C) BJG(Blair Gaulton) Apr 2016