the muse, the muse, used to sing
now loss that echoed familiar ring
her voice, her voice
that never ending sound
silenced in her absence
the muse has gone away

we are the young
the spontaneous
the lovely
the best hope
for
love

the fogs rolls thick
this morning
the rain has stopped
and the woods shiver
with a delightful cool
my coffee warms my hands
as Autumn nears

she raised up her skirt
as she wades into the shallows
I laughed briefly
she so careful not to get wet
her shrill of shock as the waters
kissed her toes
as it started to rain

one single raindrop hit my head
rolled slowly down my brow and dropped
to the ground
it's purpose found
it was I who stood in the way
it was followed by more
so I got very wet
with such a wonderment

are you cozy now
in your own skin
living from without
to empty within
or are you
needy, needy
not greedy
just needy

the trophy shines above the rest
he shows everyone he knows
perfect statue, all so impressed
what a lovely trophy

footballer's life
perfect image, perfect wife
the girls swoon
as he makes his way onto the field

Perfect trophy, she has passed all test
magazine face and perfect breasts
all the men dream
of such a trophy

years mill by
she's put on the self
her shine now gone
wrinkles show
badly in her after glow
she stays inside his home

Where is he
simple to see
a few more trophy's of his own
till one day, she stops being a trophy and is
...gone

liar, liar
catch the thief
the lies were told just beyond belief
quickly now before another escapes
so many I've told myself
I have actually started to believe

I hear
the weather is nice this time
of year

The coasts smile in the sun
old men play checkers
and the children play and run

old wives knit
young ladies curtsy
at the Gentlemen
who come to court

then...

I awoke

did you see the day yawn
or the night cry to sleep
did you feel a breeze brush
a giggle in the air
between the busy ticks of time
did you enjoy yourself, not with an other
just you
ah, but a quite moment or two
just you

depth of night
or break of day

tell the tales
that make our way
and I think about you

to walk is to move
advance
to walk into tomorrow before it is here
is to slide into icey uncertainty
better to walk in the moment

I can end this all with single word
a secret sword

her yelling screams would turn to tears
I'd break her down, if she ever found out

no, no, protect the rose
handle the beauty embrace the thorns
frost bites hard

at times I know she goes to far
am I a saint?
Layer by layer she opens old scars
shall I build a bridge just to watch it burn

no, no, protect the rose
handle the beauty embrace the thorns
love bites hard

I could cut the stem
put in the vase
throw this all back in her face
better now to embrace
than to destroy what we have made

no, no, protect the rose
handle the beauty embrace the thorns
frost bites hard
and then she's gone

The shell of snakes
lay bare
tracks, of exits mark where
shed of skin, time of growth
scales new so do come forth

Shall I embrace the earth
or touch the sky
stretch out
from lazy fold

dreams of these
still live untold
I'll dream them all
till I'm totally
spent

then rest again, and again

hide and seek
tag your it
fireflies
under summer skies

so how did you become
the new you

the one I can't forget
whos voice makes me fly

what happened in these years
while you and I played here
now I see you
without the ponytail

so when did you become the new
you

Autumn is so very shy
and Summer is quite bold
ah but I sense Autumn in the skies
her touch light and cold

Summer's heat
heavy with sizzle
Autumn's wave
a mid morn drizzle

the sisters shall battle
until the season unravels

then sweet Autumn shall appear here

please take you a mirror
look at your eyes, I mean really look into them
lovely are they not
you matter more than anything else

do not confuse beauty with vanity
vanity is often strikingly attractive
but NEVER beautiful

you are

better to drink from a bowl
than cupped hands

better to see life through the soul
than through craving eyes

love and lust
one in the heat
the other in trust
betwix the two shall mix?
hunger and appetite
sweetened apple so very ripe
or standard fair
enough to satisfy an entire life

echos in the steeple
cracks in stained glass
pigeons coo in choir loft

lavender and ivy
climb heavenward
dark pulpit
mice home

meadow sprawls
rainbows blooms
between canyon walls
snow crested peaks
stoic in reach
touch shy
clouds shroud in clinging mist

far off trickle
drip melt
sunny shower
golden valley

no one there to see
no one there but...
me

let's pretend
the smudges are just shades to blend
the outlines are sharp
the eyes are suggested in the dark
and your heart is rendered
in the eraser marks
heated touch
too much??
silly me
the painting without a brush

what was
is not was is

can I steal back that sweet kiss
or wasted words
written in truth
yet never shared

what was
is not what is

and tomorrow
lives beyond
what will be

so what is to be said of us
are we destined to fate
or blindly wishful for a romantic path
cleared or otherwise?
I do not know!

if we are to dream than let us dream
wake not our passions
as thoughts of non sense
let the slumber of youth give way to the
mediocre insomnia of middle age
but until those years
let us dream