Beneath silky soft serene eyes

Dreams like white wishful clouds

Float unabated

With a gush of

Waters blue

Now lit up

With falling sky’s

Crimson hue

As havoc wreaks

In wind’s play

Another storm

Brews today

While we nickel and dime

We live through troubled time

We march ahead

Promising miracles to our dead

The grime of time

Worth every dime

Of experience

O' what price?

I am a Pawn

So I will be drawn

First into this fight

A move I may contrite

Serene at the shore

Quaint sense of calm

Mellow staring at the

Elegant row of palm

In this stone wall

I am but a brick

I have breath

A heart beat

We come

To be

What we

Ought

Not to be

I have woken up

To weeping sorrow

And have slept with

Many a gloomy grief

When high tide rises into the bay

On a moonless night far away

Eerie air crying in ways bizarre

And mind looking for a guiding star

Where is the garden of daffodils

That all hearts with joy fills

Where are the lilies and the tulips

What happened to the lotus and the rose

Love has such

A spring in its walk

And gentle ways

It can talk

The wind that hath blown, so fiercely

 Shall never bring petals back

 To what now remains of, once

 That was a flower

And a picture paints 

So many words 

My hands can’t find 

The flair of a brush 

Since my birth I’ve been finding time

Losing it with every find

Many years now past my prime

And in its wrap I lay twined

My thought

As I see

Frequently and often 

Will abandon me

My flower garden the seeds I sow

Make soft soil so air it can breathe

Barricade with fence laid like wreath

In hope my flower will someday grow

My thought has flown

Many miles unknown

Into wilderness

Into Poseidon’s depth

Friendship on thine trust I float

And years invested in thy nourish

In memory remote of every note

That slipped me by in your flourish

I have travelled here before a time

Strange feeling of deja vu

Long ago I was in my prime

As I walk over some fresh dew

My prime, my hope

nested in moons crest

Into life’s inviting lure

like you, I am drawn

The free blowing wind

Seemingly careless

Or is it trying

To whisper its secret

The journey starts

Not at your behest 

Nor does it end 

When laid to rest

Every straw that made the nest

Handpicked together to perfections best

That stood the tempest

Of every wuthering weather

When evening light is flickering dim

And swirling dust is settling down

A slither of that Moon’s rim

Shines like a beacon in nature’s town

Last longer so I don’t burn

I slow down

Not much though

I am a runner by nature

The penchant of a farmhouse road

Of sylvan home and cobblestone

In countryside a dream abode

To see them birds, the miles they‘ve flown

In two minds unable to acquiesce
Each one its own intent
Upon me the burden now to process
In splintered choices reeling stress
A choice that I may someday resent

I tread this road upon my heel

On horseback rode and on a wheel

And every time I traverse its track

It makes me want to come back

Its span so long my eye can’t reach

My piercing look fails to breach

Like placid lakes

With waters still

Lonely hearts

With sorrow fill

Have you ever tried

Her loneliness

With a taste of

Her tears

In mystic river of thy whim

Amidst golden fish where mermaids beguile

Where hope and dream together swim

Let me drown there for a while

Aspire as we do,

inspire we can too.

In the forest of desire 

We all burn like a fire

And we thirst for some water

But there is none in close quarter

Your sweet sound

With times passage

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