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
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)
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
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
To others there is sunshine to me all there is is but a cloud they sense happiness and joy surrounds them yet all I sense – I sense is but a shroud I pull you in beside me you move further – further – you move away you tell me our moment will not come … Continue reading Fly
Hours past since he had written words as sweet as sunshine - a cherry blossom shared between two lovers safe in bed - opening the wonder of a world distraught with pain That pain had stayed away from their ‘Juliet’ – the balcony beside the doorway by the window in the sun - a sense … Continue reading Cherry blossom
He travelled far and near with her to ranges and the ‘hood he asked for simple things from life and special things he could They spoke of places they had been and some to which they'd yet to stray they spoke of the milk and honey – yes - they spoke of yesterday Their fingers … Continue reading Inside
And when the sun stopped shining and the darkness bore a whole he wandered off – and when alone he’d ponder of the soul For without – would thought return or philosophy withdraw or walk the road less travelled on or fall beneath the floor The floor that opened when least expected and when least … Continue reading The dirt beneath the sand
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