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I Miss YouIt's horrible to say that
My only way of expressing myself
Sing or to write
Songs which seem to have no meaning for
Or me because history reads there is no
Through Your Eyes
It was through your eyes that I was able to see,
The dark, the light, the grey in-between.
Although you only see in black and white,
I know that your heart and mind are set right.
You wish to run, to explore the world,
But without us to return to, in a ball you are curled.
Without your ever joyful presence I fear,
That I will be losing something very dear:
A soul that knows no evil,
A mind ever eager,
A tail which is never motionless,
A friend, who is always there.
When I speak my fears aloud,
By you, my mind unclouded.
So never run away,
Don't leave me here astray.
Silent DanceThe sun is awake
And the grass is covered with dew
The old day is gone
And the world starts anew
The dogs and cats yawn
The ants get to work
All the flowers breathe
And stretch in the earth
The squirrels gather there nuts
And gently wake the trees
And the wind blows a kiss
To send a rattle through the leaves
The whole world dances
In it’s musical silence
‘Til the humans wake
And makes it all violent
FeelFeel the wind
Feel the grass under your toes
Feel the beauty
That only silence knows
Feel the warmth
In the kiss of the sun
Feel the presence
Of the Everlasting One
Los pasos de la Luna.Envuelta en sus perfumes de plata iridiscente
Roza la tierra abrumada en sus centros tormentosos
Vuelve hilando las sombras de la nieve
Tornando apacibles los sonidos de la muerte
¿Qué es lo que calla la luna?
Camina sobre los puentes turbulentos
Recogiendo las vísperas del ensueño
Se encierra en sus gotas
Derrama su interior sobre el tiempo
Y mira a la inocencia volver a los espacios
Notes on a Breezy DayAfternoon wind tugs restless at weed-tops,
A bamboo chime jangles just to my right—
Hard wind cuts clean again across the breast
Of foot-felt ground—myrrh-dark solidities
Well up below me as gold fields contract,
Chilled to their core –Out from the west, wild night
Floods city senses— ruthless and rock-thick…
Trees stumble ‘round half-dressed; Bear with this place,
Small gravel, bright occasional birdcall…
Calm beige geometries of straw and dirt
Rumple, thank ragged mid-green (dandelion)
And that infernal finger-ripping freeze,
The present minute…Door-crash, swift air-rush
Sing to spring, trussed and squalling in the grass.
FlowerLife is like a flower
Life is like a flower
from a seed to a stem
we grow with time
we blossom into what we're meant to be
Like a flower We grow
Mysterious TranquilityStanding by the waters edge
Watching the clouds reflected
Touched by the mystery
Just feeling so connected
Landscape mirrored on the surface
Reflecting every rock and tree
Opening your soul`s window
Silence is broken by a screech
With a fluttering of feathers
A large eagle swoops over
Disappearing into the heathers
Waters cold upon my feet
Rippling over my skin
As I stand in the shallows
Fighting the urge to step in
This place is full of mystery
Mirroring your inner peace
Nature at its purest
Full of contentment and grace.
TrippingThe roads are tied in knots and bows;
Where am I going? No one knows.
Within the woods I spy a bird
Whose music I have never heard;
And coming for me is a snake -
My coming here was a mistake!
And in the pond I see a frog,
A little thing with eyes agog;
And hiding somewhere in the sand
Are insects, spiders, rodents and
A million things I haven't seen
In life or death or in between:
The streets are twisting threads of gray;
Where am I going? Far away.
The white snow flutters softly to the ground;
The chilly air signals winter has come.
I stand on the street with no one around.
Oh, the lonely season has just begun.
The days are shorter; the nights are longer.
Why does this isolation never end?
It feels like the wind is getting stronger.
The frozen flakes continue to descend.
Suddenly, as soon as it came, it left.
The freezing temperatures melt away.
The winter was stolen, quite like a theft,
But the spring has come and is here to stay.
Although the winter was quite beautiful,
The springtime is a great deal more blissful.
PebbleI am as decorated as the virgin bride,
sparkling in her pale and unblemished skin,
arm in arm with the stranger I adore,
who brings me presents and tales easy to spin.
So deep, it is, it goes, drifting in sapphire,
cooling my curves with a caress and embrace,
alone but not lonely, enshrouded in light
I am but a dreamer dallying with naked grace.
Safe from stars and sun as I slumber in peace,
sinking deeper into this ocean of wonder I have found,
my white dress lost to the roiling passion,
as finally my body lays upon the ground.
Making me strong and smooth over years of love,
yet I feel myself lose what I once have been,
I keep my faith but fear that I am alone in that,
surrounded by other pebbles more glamorous than me.
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