Bridging the miles

as the mist rolls up the silent valley...
i looked all over for you
come take my hand and we'll reach
an old tower made of smiles
breathe in the frosty air at the top,
and promise you wont let go.......
i'll touch your arms with longing sighs
and you could whisper my name,
while i dream your replies
bring me a mirror for the same
and let touch make it crack
to free me with you ....
take my hand, we'll fly to unknown heights
of lost fairies and golden knights
where they dance away the storms
amidst clouds and snow
and time blossoms in mauve buds
in the diary of desires below

Thoughts to a meadow

rippling gold cornfields
warm against the sky
the chattering brook
that passed my by
I take a walk
a walk so lonely
take me with you
and we shall fly

run with the wind
into the deep fields
I weave and I spin
and tonight it yields
a harvest so rich
it shames the eye
I am your crown
on your head I wield

moonbeams on lilies
grow silver by night
rhododendrons in full bloom
an army for a fight
there is peace in the breeze
in the bleat of the lambs
and we have flown high
to a long captured height...

Move, I need to put my foot down !

I’m not a regular blogger,
I do not claim to be.
I am not what you think I am
Or even what you see.

I hate many things about my life,
Ones I’m supposed to like.
I hate pink, I hate disarray;
I love black and I loves bikes.

I do not know everything,
But I know I know enough;
To take me through each day
Whether easy or tough.

I believe one can fight
And give up fighting still;
But at the end of the long, long road
Destiny triumphs over will.

With all of me I choose to love,
And in the same manner I hate.
One can hurt me all they want
I forgive, but never forget.

I’m not a regular blogger,
I do not claim to be.
Sometimes I’m not good enough,
If you read on you’ll see…

Faith forsaken

I have seen a lovely flower,
wither up and die
I have seen a little boy,
throw back his head and cry

A girl was raped and to her
justice was denied
a lonely man, whose wife felt
their divorce was justified

I have watched clouds cry,
in sheets of pelting rain
I have tried to understand,
a jilted lover’s pain

To have felt courage falter
and faith break in strife;
having witnessed negativity i
bow to the futility of life

Noceo

My mind lies entrapped
within the
confines of my soul.
Ravages of spirit
conjure a mosaic of images.
Emotions have
dethroned rational powers
and in the face of
broken silence,
the mirror screams tonight.
The cobwebs have been
distorted in their shape
and the symmetry
has been replaced
by my
confusion.
It’s a new moon
night, no moon
tonight.
Howls die down….

Echoes of Eternity

The dirndl whipped about in the storm
as she ran across the beach
away from the lighthouse.
Lightning ripped apart the sky
annihilation of the night.
They twinkled, the stars,
On her skirt.
Slipping, falling, stumbling
bleeding she made her way
to the waiting solace.
Endless, bottomless wait as
echoes of eternity haunt
her ringing ears
as the blood on her
wrists run in a deluge
to the depths of the
being of her existence.
Dithyramb songs float
in tarnished space.
The yellow-orange flames
of dusk have come down
in a cascade of efforts
to escape the dungeons.
Dying, praying, screaming
as the voices of the night
drown out her soulbeats.
In the infidelity of life,
the scars have opened up again.
But there, it waits
for the Morse code flashes
on the raging sea.
Froth is the heaven, the echo
she hears everyday
running through the bubbling
foam and farther
farther still, till at last
she was swallowed by the
embrace of the night.
The dirndl whipped about in the storm
as she ran across the beach
away from the lighthouse.

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The light turned green.
I crossed the road amidst
The echoes of eternity.