ShadesMore Like This
Each day's ebb and flow
Fills and empties sculpted space.
At dusk shadows grow,
suggesting those mysteries
enclosed in hearts long since stilled.
You Know The WayYou know the wayMore Like This
the river flows
the way it twists;
the way it turns
it cuts the land; slices boulders
on and on it goes
against the sky and into
the secret wind
I find you on a high bend
standing like the sun through the trees
in the morning; you pour yourself
into the cold like colors through
springtime; O, the secrets
of my heart!
I know the way
the colors flow
on and on they go
like the distant wind
no moments so dear;
it cuts me deep, it conquers all
I look to the light, not to the fall
O, the secret heart! It takes me high
it makes me cold and makes me bold
after dreams of distant signs
of golden river bends
of twists and turns
and secret winds.
No moments so dear;
no moments so clear
I hear you say:
"You know the way
the river flows
the way it twists;
the way it turns
the secrets of your heart
pour through like colors
crashing hard into spring
and raging summer winds.
Pour yourself over them
like sun through the trees"
When Everything DiesDoes it really matter if there are explosions in the skies?More Like This
what time does, time doesn't wish to explain
and in time, even silence eventually dies.
I can almost see you in the dawn and embrace
your memory, your touch, your taste
I want you, wishful thinker, that is why I'm lost
I dreamt of you, I can almost see you,
but our worlds end with me.
This will destroy you, a whisper in the snow
the sounds of absolution slowly collapsing
into a beautiful, echoing memory.
I just wanted to make you sleep
One day, all this will happen
you, falling on the bank, with me
watching the world go by,
watching our worlds go by
Time will never come back,
so, we find silence when everything dies
Creek SideI am rooted creek sideMore Like This
listening to what the water has to say
it was talking when I arrived
and will continue long after I am gone
telling of the trees and the fish
the moon and the sun
A waterfall interjects its wild stories
in a cacophony of splashes and spray
of cataract canyons and gigantic boulders
they have worn down through the ages
before they join their liquid brother
passing along to wherever creeks go
I listen; my roots grow deeper creek side
Beach Shades... LOLMore Like This
The sky is again a charcoal grey...
It is a dreary, yucky looking winter's day!
Time to pull down the backlit beach scene shades...
or just hop a plane and run away!
A Year of DoubtJanuary's doveMore Like This
Might present February's love,
But will the love go on?
February is ticked
For March has had it tricked,
But was it by a Leprechaun?
March has a habit
Of raising April's rabbit,
But will that rabbit spawn?
I ponder these questions over again,
But their answers seem well gone!
Might bring May flowers,
But will the flowers bloom?
May's very funny
To make sure June is sunny,
But will it sun or gloom?
June starts the heat
For July to try and beat,
But will the warmth ever loom?
My mind is filled up to the brim,
For these questions take up room!
July stays pinned
To allow by the August wind,
But will it gust or tear?
August gets a call
When September's leaves begin to fall,
But will they land with care?
September has a fear
When October's ghosts are near,
But will they really scare?
These questions now battle my mind,
If only they could share!
October gets a chill
When November rounds the hill,
But will the freeze come about?
Would like a Dec
The Diurnal KeysI see it.More Like This
On the table
In a bright room
Sketch of the moon
Sitting in the sky
Shining with glory
I lift the key
And examine it.
I've never seen
A blade like this one's
What might it open?
Where might it lead?
My mind indulges
In innocent curiosity
I gently slip
The key into my pocket,
Making sure the key
Retains its beauty
I then walk
Slowly and steadily
To the corridor
Outside the room.
The corridor walls
Have a crimson hue
Of a crisp sunset
Setting in the sky
As I walk along,
I spot a door with a lock
Excitement starts to spark
Inside my questioning mind
As I approach, I can see
The unique door panel.
It oddly depicts
A moonless, starry night sky
I can almost feel as if
The lock attracts the key,
Begging to host it.
I carefully remove
The key from my pocket
I take one last glance
And insert it into the lock
The perfect fit.
The key has opened
This door to possibilities
What lies behind the door?
My mind wonders impatiently
There's only o
Cinder HollowThere is a place for years unknownMore Like This
Where creatures hide and spirits moan
The bugs produce an endless drone
If heard, it holds a forlorn tone
Some time ago, the fires came
They swept through land; nothing's the same
The forest died when charred aflame
The inferno proved too strong to tame
The trees that stand have withered bark
Crooked and sinister, they creak in the dark
Their once straight branches now curve in arcs
And no more songs are sung by larks
The wind that soars is frigid and cold
It grazes the land so weak and old
Even the cliffs that stood so bold
They have no hope; the bells have tolled
The woods echo sounds of saddened howls
And from deep caves come eerie growls
Of spirits trapped with angry scowls
For they are mournful, their world is foul
The scorched hills stretch miles wide
The murky sea brings little tide
And the flower meadows still feebly hide
While the desolate tundra dries aside
The sky's as black as twilight's shadow
The land is full of scornful sorrow