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
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
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
It cannot be that I can see what others try to hide I will not let that I’ll upset until you lie beside For what is far and far beyond tomorrow claims to be Today I feign for what I aim is lucid in my dreams Gaze toward the far horizon – I hear the … Continue reading Lucy’s star
As the new became a place of passion and desire – the feather on the finger tip – the embers of the fire The desert’s grass as lush and green as kikuyu in the summer as picturesque perfection grew – white lilies from the mire But ever and for always thus subsumed by new surrounds … Continue reading Anew
She came but in an afternoon and stayed until the dawn and looked like a rose by 'nother name with passion well restored She came but in an afternoon - the curtain drawn discreetly and shared her wonder and her thoughts a heartbeat shared completely She came but in an afternoon unknowingly to me and … Continue reading She came but in an afternoon
It came but in a whisper like a gentle moonlight swim It left behind epiphany a spring-tide seen within Outside a stranger world berates with anger in its veins Inside a softer world creates and cherishes the same A lived-in warmth of feelings leaves strength with those who share The summer's sense of malcontent replaced … Continue reading In a whisper
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