Saturday in warm post-summer September.
We spent an idle hour watching green grass
and cattle grazing;
the newborn walk unsure legs
in the afternoon sun.
You and I lying side by side
in the shade of the maple trees;
the sweet smell of honeysuckle
reaches us from across the meadow.
Without trying my hands find you,
your lips whisper love to me
as the words which were lost in our embrace
are captured in our response.
We came together at the edge of the field
to spend an idle hour talking
about how we came to be there
after all these years spent apart
and about how good it feels
to make a new start
and leave the burdens
of the past behind us;
how nice life will be
with fresh green
and flowers blooming
in the new spring.
We walked on waters past the sea,
far past where time was forgotten.
We sank to the depths
and ran through the stone
made all of this and that of nothing -
and never were alone.
The evening replaces the heat
of the sterile September sky;
slow shadows and a stronger breeze
to cool our bodies.
The evening puts pink soft clouds
sailing the sky
with slumber behind our eyes.
The meadows awake
to the night sounds of life
as a last quiet whisper says
I love you.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Leaves
trees
shower leaves
upon the ground;
they fall without a sound
and carpet the earth
in colors of
autumn.
leaves
falling down
in crisp morning sounds;
lay scattered all around,
form a blanket for the ground;
expose their secrets to be found,
make rainbows for my eyes
and crinkle in my hand.
leaves color the land in
autumn.
these autumn leaves
fall silently to the ground
lie all around
without a sound
and cover the earth
in a blanket of
autumn.
leaves color the trees
then fall to the ground
and carpet the earth
with the colors of
autumn.
trees shower leaves;
upon the ground they fall
to greet my eyes
with the hues of
autumn.
leaves fall in crisp morning sounds
then play with the wind
and scatter around
form a blanket for the ground
expose their secrets to be found
make rainbows for my eyes
crinkle in my hand
and color the land
with vivid hues of
autumn.
leaves fall silently down
to cover the ground
lay all around
and crunch at my step.
~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Diamonds And The Sun
finders keepers
losers weepers
i look to find her in my mind.
words and walls then
feelings fall and
i look to see what i can find.
make up break up
dying sighing
looking again to find her lying.
death slow lifes flow
as the winds blow
victims cursing from their purse strings.
loves songs sung now
so softly somehow
one lover leaves without heartbreak.
run to fun to
love then leave them
a grain of salt to make their wound ache.
green grass meadow
wind blown tree leaves
nothing no longer as you see
warm breeze lifes ease
days flow life goes
river ripples and the sea
life and day hours
weeks and time flow
months and years are testing
the stone thats worn
by water smooth
on river bottom resting.
eyes can smile
lips make sound
laughter has begun
splashing water
deacons daughter
flashing diamonds and the sun
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Bait The Hook
The midnight riders seek their vengeance
on the winds of the coming storm.
The gathering of peoples on the shore
wait with huddled expectancy.
A growing hush hovers over
the waiting multitude now
as more people arrive
with each drawn breath.
Charon rides on blood water waves
streams of music start and sway
poetic mystery rhymes ages with time
screaming choral strains
are captures in the sky.
I fly on invented silver wings
my mind so full of images
sings of sorrow - You've lost!
Jack Frost has done his thing.
He's frozen your eyes to your feet.
No music can ever sound so sweet
as the sound of dying embers.
I rambled on at any cost.
I've gambled mine and now I've lost.
Funny isn't it? I was so secure,
but like a starving fish
I took the lure
and the hook
is ripping
my tongue out.
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