1, Pastoral Eyes
The Evening sets
on closing day
as children laugh
and cardinals feed.
Where order brings
life’s natural feel
to caress the mind
throughout the calm
listening to
nature’s quiet sounds.
Where beauty lingers
on distant pines
and drinks the twilight
from your pastoral eyes.
2, Light From the Dream
Slumber yourself in the wings of a dream
and rest in the peace of the coming dawn
where the growing petals of what is new
opens into-a clear water flow.
A redemption of life that eases the way
through the voice of its heart into its tears
a freedom of course surrounded by where
love is an echo that renews the journey.
A morning that comes from the dressing of change
its bride to a child in its hourglass of need
designed by a knowing that unlocks its kind
and touches lives water with the light from its dream.
3, Shadow of Love
In the shadow of love the morning mourns
into its sadness of the lingering tale
where the ending of love no chamber has flow
leaving but misery in the cold and dark.
Always is true the quest for love
beyond the why of a lover’s star
where the heart will answer with its light
and burn its eye into the soul of love.
A mystic in its searching way
no intellect to guide its voice
an answering within its secret trust
that delivers its tear or its joy.
For never is even the flow of love
its pieced together in a pregnant wait
that lives inside and knows when thee
the one becomes then passes on.
Leaving the other a ghost of the past
visible in spirit dispiriting the ego
unable to follow the closeness of her
only a shadow to be never touched
4, Before I Go
Before I go
thy lips to mine
so to leave
your beating touch
to remind me of
what last night meant
when we loved
and there we slept
within our dream
of immorality.
5, Sip of Your Eyes
Tea and us
in the twilight sun.
Where the sip of your eyes,
sweetness my cup.
6, Unaware Lovers
The mistress of light and beauty transpire
blushing the evening with a shyness of touch
as morning doves in the twilight roost
and crickets chirp a lover’s song.
Consuming their moments as hearts often do
digesting the joy no testament of flaws
these unaware lovers who touch what they feel
enjoying their pleasures not only man enjoys.
7, No Title
The breath of a dream,
silently speaks.
As I wake to remember,
the softness of you.
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