A Poet's Haven

The dog days have waned… The mornings have a bit of a chill… The first days of Autumn are upon us… While I stood with a cup in hand… A brief gush of air upon my cheek… A gentle sound upon the sidewalk… A single leaf laid near my feet… Its shape made me smile…

“ the beauty of their dance “ I watched as the prudish ones  danced in the morning chill  in the ever ebbing winds of Autumn Their gowns forever green always dark  never changing a remnant of the once  great void their edges forever smooth Ever so slowly the naked posers  reveal themselves a limb here…

It was a long time coming… We both knew we would run out of time… Nonetheless I fell head over heels… Put your affairs in order… There is no cure, just promising research… I’ve been this way, almost from birth…  I lived in the lyrics of far too many songs… Themes stolen from my tears……

It was from a time long ago… So long ago that even time forgot… I found her in the act… As she wiped the blood away…  With the back of her hand… Leaving drops across her lips… She asked if I was next.. Or, did I want to live forever… You see it’s all in…

Buried in a cave of an ancient desert… In a tube made from the leather of a long extinct animal… Was a scroll written in extinct language… As the centuries built in numbers… It lay hidden from the eyes and hearts of man… Until a child picked up the scroll and began to read outloud……

A journey of lustrums too few to count…I hear upon the gentle touch of strings on a violin…As I set motionless except the wetness upon my cheeks… A journey of lustrums too few to count the memories…A grey mist drifted through moments less joyfull…I am carried in the strum of a guitar through happier moments….…

You see I hear this voice, it calls out my name.When I answer, I sense a smile.It’s like seeing parts of a portrait.I can see the outline of her ear.I can see her earrings.She must like the ones that dangle.That’s all she ever wears, they draw attention to her neck.It’s almost as if she is…

I set and listened to the gentle rhythm flow from ivory keys and the strum of strings. As I thought of Summer rains, cloudless skies, and starry nights. And when my eyes found you. My head and my heart began to dream and share their view’s of you. Even argue over fate and kindred spirits,…

It wasn’t those eyes, the ones he looked into…That night at the train station or the lips he kissed…As he trounced off to a war he didn’t want to fight… He was one of the lucky ones who came home…Who found those eyes still waiting for him…Where they both said good bye… He was able…

Every now and then I come across her in my dreams…For a very long time I didn’t know her name…It became complicated as our paths continued to cross…I would be left with a gazillion thoughts to untwine…Some of our encounters came before the great flood…I do believe it was her eyes, her hair was often…