I Wave to the Wind
I wave to the wind,
She brushing through the hand,
Gone March’s willowing green.
I wave to the breeze,
She whispering by the ears,
Gone July’s cicada tunes.
I wave to the wind;
She zipping away,
A full street of skirts sway!
I wave to the wind,
Hails grazing the face,
Gone another phase.
We dream the dream-able dream,
You and I
We Seek it in the false blue sky
We want it so,
Me and you,
So that we can moan about it not coming true.
But the dream must be had,
Or it must be sought
If it can’t be borrowed,
It must be bought
From the unread book,
Hid in the often read title,
From the 20 second trailer,
Or the morals in the Quran
From the misty wishful thought of the past from the bold and beautiful that no dream can outlast from fashionable issues,
And phonetic views and the righteous indignation on the evening news from the period romances,
The ‘if only. . .’
Phase from the sunshine that visits the branded sunscreen on my face
The dream thus bought
Must then be downloaded,
On this screen
Because to be a writer,
That’s yet another All Original Dream
I Pretended Not To Notice
I pretended not to notice the color
Of his eyes; or the way he would
Glance past me when I caught him
Looking at me.
I pretended not to notice when his eyes
Promised me the stars.
I pretended not to notice the joy
Apparent in his eyes at the sight of
His child asleep next to me.I pretended not to notice when his eyes
Noticed someone else.
I pretended not to notice the
Disappointment in the eyes looking
Back at me from my mirror.
I pretended not to notice those eyes
Filled with tears.
I pretended not to notice…..
Soul could take no more.
Love is like a box of chocolates,
You can have so much
And keep happy for a while then it
Shatters like when you get a stomach ache.
Treat love like a poem as I just wrote.
The mermaids arise,
Glowing with envy,
Of the boy that flew over the sails of the ship,
That belongs to a hunted man,
Who is hated by the princess,
Who paints her face of all colors.
What dire steadfast from love causes sprigs,
This verse to Brian!
It is due:
Even God himself may vouchsafe to view.
Slight is the subject,
But not the praise,
That he inspire to stealing my virginal haze.
Say what strange motive,
A well-bred man to attract this shy belle?
What stranger cause,
Could make this virgin not reject,
In his tasks so bold,
And I still did so engage,
And in soft news dwells such our wonderful love rage.
So I through white curtains shot timorous ray,
And opened were my eyes that most eclipse day.
Moments within was created a gift of nine months shake,
But now sleepless lovers,
Bound were two hearts;
A baby came to ground,
And we pressed together to hear the joyous sound.
By soft transition,
From earthly vehicles to life’s new air
Free To You
I’ve been released and it’s beautiful.
Light shines on me and this smile finally fits.
I’ve grown taller than the dark.
I’m out of reach for it.
Dream Out Loud
The sun is dark
The stars are in thrown recklessly in front of me
Time isn’t I call out your name
But only the moon can reply
I lay on the sky where only thoughts of you
Fill me images of others
Fly on by while I stay thinking of you