Sunday, February 23, 2020

Moon

Lying sleepless, twisting and turning into the early am's of the night; 

Vulnerable and tired, a little something wells up my eye, maybe a memory long forgotten; 

Even as the weight of its wetness, stretches slowly across my arid face;

A soft wind swings the tree outside, and shining through its leaves, a resplendent moon; 

Dissipating my veil of despondence, sleep it comes on a tip toe, as I smile at that silver moon.  

Friday, February 21, 2020

The one

This twilight sky, flickering in the wind, blithe and free, a vagabond kite,

Stars far, you close by and the smells of love, our fleeting touches and the whispers of this passing night,

Reading you like my favorite book, warm and wrapped within your world, 

Your simple ways, my long lost heart, and the last sliver of orange in that sky,

All the life that's yet to come, these moments will stay with me for evermore.


Saturday, February 15, 2020

Mountain Nights

I struggle past the teaming streets, these endless years in this city loud, 

Lie down weary, finally to sleep, and wait for you my familiar dreams,

The silent love of my mountain nights, set to the sound of a trickling brook,

The pines that sway, and the wind that whispers, 

Yellow twinkles from faraway homes, shimmering past the valley deep,

Waking up to the sight of clouds, hanging patient inside my house,

But all I get is this city loud, and lonely days amidst familiar crowds.

Friday, February 14, 2020

Kites and stars

The twilight sky, flickering in the wind, blithe and free, a vagabond kite,

Stars far, you close by and the smell of love,

Our fleeting touches, amidst the whispers of this passing night,

Reading you like my favorite book, warm and wrapped within your world,

Your simple ways, my long lost heart, and the last sliver of orange in that sky,

All the life that's yet to come, these moments will stay with me forevermore.

Wednesday, February 12, 2020

oh my river

Days go breathless, talking to you,
nights all sleepless, thinking of you,

oh my river, I sit thirsty by your side,
can't drink enough from your eyes, 

could sing to the tune of your voice, but I just sit all tongue tied,

if only this was a different world, and I could tell you what's on my mind,

I know you wouldn't still be mine, but I will be less miserable for a while,

oh my river, I sit so thirsty by your side.


Funny

I come back here once in a while, just to see what I wrote many lifetimes ago. This time, it made me realize how much of my writing ability ...