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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Capricious

The days have brought me here again
where winter waits around the bend
And I hear whispers on the wind-
calling out my name...

I bow my weary head and sigh
and mourn for summer days gone by-
Aware that time with always fly
And nothing stays the same...

Oh, but to feel the summer heat
upon my hair and face and feet!
Nothing else feels so complete
as a Sunday in July!

But, yet, how fickle I do turn-
because on summer days, I sometimes yearn
For a winter landscape to return
and to have snowflakes fill the sky!

Monday, August 17, 2009

Mermaid Song

Swim the sea
and come to me-
across the sand and tide.
I've a castle made of moonbeams-
I'll let you come inside.


We'll watch the stars
and starfish eyes-
Like diamonds on
the sea and skies.

Swim the sea
and come to me-
I will be
your fantasy....

Friday, August 14, 2009

Reflection




Sometimes I look into the mirror
and I see no one there-
Just a stranger
with avocado eyes
and cardboard-colored hair.
Dreams crisscrossed with cobwebs-
An unwrapped heart
for all to see-
I shudder at the very thought
that the stranger there
is me...

I speak to her and her mouth moves
Like a silent picture show
And I reach up to
brush away the hair
that tangles near her brow.
I see the tears that glisten there
in the corner of her eye.
How can this stranger
in the mirror
Let life just pass her by?

I see the dreams like drifting smoke
dissolve and float away.
It leaves the stranger empty.
She has no more to say.
But I brush her hair
and dry her eyes-
(the only way that I can show her)-
To just hang on
and not give up-

Because tomorrow I may know her...

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Places We Have Been



These are days worth saving.

Pieces of time,
like pockets-
ready to be filled,
formed,
fluffed-
with moments
and memories
and the magnificence
of life.

These are a charm bracelet of days
waiting to be worn-
adorned with
treasures
and trinkets
and tenderness-
Strung into a circle of sunshine
and smiles
and sparkling summer stars.

These are days worth saving.

Days that we must
memorize
and master.
Days that we must not let pass
until they are plump
with prayers
and promises
and places we have been.