Sunday, March 31, 2013

A traveling hymn

Doorways to the future must collapse
year by year as we pass through them
It's progression of time that erases the past
our journey becoming a traveling hymn

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Solar system of years

Images spin
in my solar system of years
memories within
grow dim and less clear
as my journey into the void begins
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Setting for love

I love the cool feeling of the night
with the daylight tucked down out of sight.

Frogs hopping along the ground
and crickets chirping all around.

The stars shining from up above
there's no more perfect setting for love.

A dew kissed grass cool on your feet
and the night blooming blossoms of oh so sweet.

The delicious feel of the night air
a moment seeming oh so rare.

The moon smiles down at your from above
there's no more perfect setting for love.

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I love this earth

I feel the ground beneath my feet
the mist upon my face.
I love the sounds upon the earth
the wonders I can taste.

I smell the fresh new spring grass
and the perfumes of the flowers.
I hear the song whispered by the trees
how I could sit and listen for hours.

I love the feel of the falling rain
a kiss from the heavens above.
Everything about the earth
all these things I love.

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Lucky to forget

Don't feel the need
to cleanse yourself
of the skeletons
you've kept in your closet
the past is to be kept
in the past
and if you should feel the need
please remember
one who loved you
only in kindness
and omit that passage
in your life...
there are things we
all try so hard to forget
and sometimes, if lucky
we actually do...

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Saturday, March 30, 2013

Stretched Silence

Silence has stretched
out to mock me
this past year
I turned to it with anger
at first
but have learned to
greet it as a friend
I drift on its wings
carrying soundless
messages you don't realize
you are sending
that you cannot as yet
face me
not knowing the bridges
built of silent walls
are imaginary... but they
won't tumble down
if we should pass
in the darkness
silent...

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Friday, March 29, 2013

The toll

Once I got off track,
wandering and lost,
not caring if I ever came back,
the toll was a heavy cost

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