She knew I knew her unknown thoughts and things kept well from sight like umbrella moon – a sweet perfume as pure as delight And when the night-time hovered and the evening showed its face I knew right then that she would send with elegance and grace Her beauty and compassion her feeling of supreme … Continue reading Umbrella Moon
Regret – regret – a dreaded thought the solitude of soul desired by the darkest cloud a lonely place to grow The fence impaled slowly – a gradual affect barely noticed by the throng unlikely to reflect The light that glistened on the sea the sun – it stayed to watch the dance planned out … Continue reading Regret
Belief – it comes in many forms and lends itself to thee a shutter-stock of pictures in a world of wizardry It is a world one cannot see and (surely) cannot touch the make-believe of timelessness of divinity and such Though one is told one should believe - as iron-clad as steel only the strongest … Continue reading Belief
It may have been a whistle stop to some (but not to me) It may have been there all the while beside the avid tree And when the seasons changed – and the sunset turned to day The deciduous and evergreen invited all to stay They shaded thoughts of yesteryear and thoughts yet to apply … Continue reading The whistle stop
The misty rain fell through the day and left her smile (torn) The deluge fell but for a time and left her beau (well-worn) And as the sun returned to face the day (all but a blur) Their eyes would meet their hands entwine – what will be – once was (they were)
Tomorrow comes when the sun gives in to the moon and warrants your forgiveness as the darkness comes too soon Your presence means the world – your smile envied so and enlightens what once was void the essence of forego The sacrifice of warmth returned and thoughtfulness well told and when the sun returns to … Continue reading Tomorrow
I was walking on the pathway by the highway near the ocean when I saw a tidy park-bench so I thought I’d take a break As I sat there on the park-bench near the ocean by the highway I saw the shaded profile of a woman closing in Her hair was flowing freely – over … Continue reading By the highway near the ocean
I have it mastered now I tell myself - and laugh a happy laugh but ne’er do tell - the secret’s safe with me I say – and yet – Don’t tell the bear or bees of what I’ve done - they love to talk Don’t tell the birds or the bards who ballads lead … Continue reading Don’t tell
And when the sun stops shining and the sky – it draws a cloud she whispers words of wisdom to those in her surrounds She says; you see a darkened sky your choice – your worldly view but please remember thoughts you had before they cast themselves on you They spoke of luminescence and of … Continue reading The joy of being in awe
Up the stairs and through the door and tucked away under the drawer – the mood of letters spoke A revelation shared with them alone in older days (before home phones) – the mood of letters woke Over time the mood would change – pages yellow (rearranged) – but one thing stayed the same Years … Continue reading The mood of letters
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