Senseless

I can smell you in my dreams
You walk in the moonlight wreathed in smoke
When the wind shifts, I can almost taste you
Your footsteps echo on the lonely road
If only I could walk that road with you...
Our steps matching rhythms making harmony
As I enfold myself in your scent
Sampling the salty sweetness of your kisses
While the fog envelops us both

Entrapped

A wild wind whispers through the trees
It murmurs your name silently
Time is waiting on a half thought prayer
All of creation is full of anticipation
Your name is spoken
Time stops
The world starts spinning again
Only to come crashing
When your lips meet mine
Pleading, pulling my breath from my body
Slowly I surrender
Yours
Completely

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Decisions

Decisions

A fleeting ball of gossamer

Floats precariously on the wind

My soul’s sanity is dependant

On sticking a needle in

I’m no tower of strength

Built so tall and compelling

I’m not a font of love

There is no joy over welling

The line will end with me

Not drift infinite into space

It will never be the right time

The right person or the right place

Hopes are dashed here daily

Don’t come here to have your tears quenched

Truth cleans brighter then cleanser

Lesser emotions must be benched

So gird your loins and enter

Don’t be surprised when I say

I will not lose my center

There, at least, you have no say.

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Questions

Questions

If I forgot your name…

       Would  the wind whisper it back to me?

       Would the stars light it in the skies?

       Would the seas spill your secrets?

If my heart forgot to beat…

       Would you breathe my breath for me?

       Would you cradle me in your arms?

       Would you share your life in my veins?

If the world were to end tomorrow…

       Would air still move through the land?

       Would fire still burn?

       Would our tears quench the parched earth?

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Deadly

Deadly

Tell me of the howling of winds

That blow the bleakest black

Whisper of your darkest sins

God and I will hear of your slack

Whisper to me of cleverness

Of great deeds, of battles foretold

Don’t try to make it seem less

Clever or brave or bold

Remind me of your virility

Of women, of wine, of song

Don’t bother with humility

Tragic tales are often too long

Shout of your numerous possessions

Of which you only want more

These are private confessions

Not added to legend of lore

Adding substance to the world though

Would require much effort, a coup

Forgive the truly low blow

But that seems too much effort for you

The world must seem like an oyster

One that you wish to eat

You feel as though you’ve been cloistered

And lacking of anything sweet

Forgive my troubled verses

I see the ire in your eyes

Little effect have your curses

The truth will outweigh the lies.

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42

42

Season and reason pass away

Like feathers dancing in the wind

All time should hold a steady pace

Not join a race into the sun

The breakneck speed, intense, bucolic

As hearts and minds collide undone

The passing tide is rising fast

And waves approach full with intent

Then with a blow havoc rent

No life has truly ended

Time will soon make three from two

Creating love from hearts unbent

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Hiatus

Who will be here when we break?

To pick the pieces up?

Cracks begin to show already love

Fading in the sun

It’s never peaceful in the wind and rain

Time is spent waiting

For the storm to end

But it’s only a pause

Hiatus

Then a frantic run to shelter

What happens when that shelter

Is no longer there?

Will we race downstream in the flood?

Will we whip wildly in the wind?

All we can do is take cover

The best we can until

The storm is over

Plant our feet in solid ground

Comfort each other

Together

Survive the deluge

Which Way Blows the Wind?

The Summer is coming

But the Wind is chilling

I feel it creep up the back up my neck

 You wrap your hands in my hair

Pull my head back

Sweet agony overcomes me

I feel your lips on my mine

The teasing tantalizing taunting

There is no need for further conquest tonight

And hence the wind blows cold