Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

ACROSS THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. Life, Thyme leeds rails rushes a begotten hold only copes
oh, poetry a random ray of yellow light
shining sky golden drops in fields trickles by in two & in,
One knew thru drippings real clear
outta the ceilings O listenings; Recalls once
Clouds i swept up across corners whiles lines shines
i alike it to lay it deep from leaves be
it can wait & bespoke wrote my rake happy times wood baskets of wings between for lights passes nights pull'd
down i chooses high on stars across grounds lost
To go view what's close, wow! see, looks up in a row
when i want to fly within, without wings torn under me
spanning high of everything, green, blue, yellow, over brown finds patches
Not so blank signs gray nor of purple sunset red
in orange, pink, white, yet, fades outta more shades, let, towers remains
Looks falls off call'd broken
until makes sunrise be flowers across
to become music wild hills winds of the mind carries
Might i stand upon things
looks the other way chooses sight
underpasses be
a thought in flight at dawn was
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! Ground; Says, plant
unto a past memory but it ain't so, everso & howso soon we go
Today's
the same remains my creative life my indentity of myself
i feel, i count in here more than insignificant
when i'm done, if, ever, for later still up
mountains moved.
outwards, onwards down to the night's feeling thru & thru
shining roads, are lights, i'll read across, cover to cover my heart is dropt
on what we are all and all one long line
by a line when uneven unables ways in thee idle hours to be per say we're
nearer away; If, must stop at times
it gets ever closer thence this way as to 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 some
our's, mine and your's to stories complicates me over again
in a space-time, in a picture, in a dream
may-be in this if not perhaps dimes is dropt
perchance screams i lost it a bit of making mud
on this time to look on i luv i fall sad somewhat got it
if, all and all such and such is all rough all hot mixed-up
on the way and roses up unseen going up where-at you my muse complicates where it soothes
unto the end of an long incorrect path preening it so & O' that scents acute, i am watching new leaves burst
a perfect beautiful, meeting rooms, keeping
ahold on by me alone at my own account smart
thence is gone one deep hurt over me all
the blue air falls faster wild hills we chose free valleys & rivers
knows the wind rolls on like a drum rolls beat
tight within the troubles stiring up smiles
to be somewhat drifting off as a-senseless canvas not so blank
inside a dark crystal
O' what is this thinking goes must stop but links up, whenever at the end methinks
of the night's shining road covers me
i'll read my words although between the lines
casts a-metaphor heals as to when bleak declines a-gloom card
into a shade that made it firm
the old apple tree of great art, water, stillness
seen afar with-in, with-out wings afar
a total slant of rain in the middle we'll have them, too, oh, poetry
a random ray of light although shining
when i got nothing, unless, howso, to say it less ?
shimmering more
Are obsolete i live thru this my,
mouse on a leaf.
Sailing away