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A decade of love... much hope and adventure
A decade of "why's"... great sorrow... much fears
The Rock in the Forrest...this time no Inscription
Where once it promoted more than a few tears

I prayed for a sign in this Holy of Holy's
Not long... it was clear there was something amiss
To-day no birds chorus to complete the illusion
Bade Adieu to the Rock with finality... kiss!

"Its not over 'til its over...and not 'til the Fat Lady sings"

The curtain comes down She has sung with deep feeling...

"A Robin can't fly on one wing"

I sit and sip the Opus One 86'
Am I insane?
I swear the champagne
whispers your name,
Worth every dime,
The fine wine transports
me to another time,
I'm whisked away,
To another day,
Where friends and lovers
laughed and played,
As the bottle drains
and memory fades,
Im left alone savoring
the beautiful taste...

The road to life has been a winding one.
Hills and valleys, resting to rising suns
From babies cooings to young woman's dreams
Seasoned woman now but my works not done.
Little lost not knowing which road to take
Sometimes no decisions are the best to make
It seems so close but yet so far away
One day I will rest when I am in my grave

I seek solitude but life still seeks me out
My name chimes as clear as a bell
Natures beating drum the beating of my heart
Mystifying me as if I am under a spell
Talking softly heard as loud as a shout
Removing all insecurities and doubt
Touched by the Gods of the Universe
Embracing, no longer feeling cursed

Let go of silly petty things release their hold
Follow the path towards knowing yourself
Don't believe everything your told
Search for peace not strife
Revealing love through your life
Time is short but please don't run
Or you might pass all the fun
Search for spiritual not financial wealth


I hear the beating of the drum
Work here is almost done
I choose the road of the resting sun

dancing to the sun
knees folded
making daisy chains
for fun

His glasses slanted
reflecting rainbows
he looked at me with love
I knew it
I felt safe
the warmth from up above

a rickety chair
his lap blanket near

all crocheted
with nana's hands

I touched and smelt
her beautiful lavender air

"Poppa?" I asked
"why do like the sea"?

"Ah! he said
When I am gone
come here again

this is where I'll be"


That's nice
then you'll never go?

"my heart is here"
he said

then lovingly

patted me on the head

Alas! long since flown Springs warm scented hours,
hand in hand with her thirst quenching showers;
unforgiving time gave way to Summer's sun, to infuse
the carnival of dawn's web drenched misty dews,
reborn from slumber, days new vibrant atmosphere
invite free migrant swallows, to flit and steer
their fleet of flight o'er the crisp blue sky,
weaving wonderment to the awe enraptured eye,
where floats the frolic wind, both bold and debonair,
intoxicates the eager pen, with brazen prowess, dare
word paint the unseen breeze in antique poetry,
Ah!, such were those days of youthful revery.

Fond Autumnal hues, now spill kisses o'er the terrain,
caressing soft the ripening fruit and golden grain,
yet warm remains the wind, that forever weaves
symphonic music, to rustle thru' the once green leaves,
embroidered by red golden tints in profusion found,
as with the coloured carpets rich seasonal ground,
such the Autumnal wealth, that in quietude bless the land,
tint textured sown, by natures creative caring hand,
as hymns of joy orchestrate her heavenly craft in praise,
an annual resolution kept in countenance, our senses to amaze,
much as celestial climes where starry magic e'er prevail
and where dance in incandescent light the comet's blazing trail.

Thus into Winter my contented soul retire,
reflecting warmth, gathered by past seasons fire,
thus I sowed and reaped the harvest of my days,
scribed my muse and reveled in its praise,
braved winds, oft whose breath ill fortune blows,
yet each gale, transient as the desert snows,
thro' life's journey endured many a weary mile,
't'is better borne, when we upon its burdens smile
along that rugged unkempt road of life, oftimes leads
to a beautiful destination, flower paved by our stoic deeds,
so, close not the curtain upon Winters fragile sun,
for dare we choose, our days can still be fun.

In awesome wonder, bemused with naive gaze,
glanced I, upon the garden's flower'd sprays,
keen of eye, gathered there upon a wondrous spree,
enhanced by filtered shades of nearby protective tree,
exhibiting splendour by Nature's woven braid,
Zephyr kissed, where dancing breezes played
from Dawn's soft light,'til eve's fired close,
weaves coloured sweet, a bouquet of repose,

Blessed quietude, abounds my garden here,
akin to infant innocence, happy smiles spun dear,
each flowered season here I joyous spend,
ne'er to question, man's questions of why or when,
cloistered hours, its sacred aura breathing know,
humble adoration amid plants that nature sow,
mocks human society, oft, course low and rude,
thus my sanctuary, found amid this flowered solitude,

Oft have I, Summer bathed amid a velvet carpet green,
my honoured eyes, have, in silent blushing wonders seen,
Yet methinks, how brazen lovers would the oceans tame,
with profanities pomp, and for posterity carve their name
thoughtless, upon the bark of some proud tree,
weave conceited hope, the world their name to see
as loose lipped devotion, temporarily to be found,
highlight fragility, proud tree alone the world astound.

Through endless void of cyberspace
I see your typed out words
Never knowing your true form face
Often wondering if I'm just being absurd
by guessing who or what you really are
From what planet you're from or what distant star..

Sometimes you state you are nearby
Turns out you're in some distant place
Asking me to book an airline ride so you can really fly
Luring me in to just another endless chase
Leaving me to wonder who or what you really are
From what planet you're from or what distant star..

you will find me.
right
across
yonder
mountain
over
north
dakota.

and take me
to you heart!

See red wings of sunset dying out,
Wattles slumber tranquilly in fog.
Don’t be sad, oh my hut, in the quiet
That again we’re alone and alone.

Moon is cleaning in thatched roof
Horns of hers set in frame of blue.
Didn’t follow her, made no move
To where haystacks remotely stood.

Know that years will dull the blow,
And this anguish like years will go.
And her lips and her innocent soul
She will spare for some other boy.

Far from strong is who asks for joy,
Only proud in strength keeps afloat.
And that other will crumple and toss,
Like horse collar that’s eaten with moist.

Not from sickness at heart await I fortune,
Storm will twirl fresh snow from sheer spite.
She’ll be back to where is her birthplace,
She’ll return to give its warmth to little one.

She will take off her coat, untie shawls,
Perch herself by my side, close to heat,
And she’ll say in her sweet, tender tones
That the child bears resemblance to me.

I’m through with life – no sweet desires,
I’ve ceased to love my happy dreams;
All’s left to me is pain and anguish dire
The fruits of emptiness that dwells in me.

In storms and tempests of this cruel fate
Alas, my blooming crown has faded thus –
And living now alone, disconsolate I am,
And wait: when end to suffering will come.

Thus hit with cold so slow to come
In piercing squeal of wintry storm,
Clinging alone to bare branch
A quivering leaf will soon be gone!

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