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7 POEMS

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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