Once upon a time in now far gone memory,
I was yours and you were mine.
But like all dreams it ended
And I awoke alone among the covers
Each second passing
Stealing from me the memory of events
I wished I could fall back to slumber
But the sun shined through the curtain
Blinding the pain with promise
So I stood up, went about my day
But when I glanced at the clouds I still thought of you.
I would always reach out at the smoke
Try and hold on
But its slipped thru my hands
And left me with just a looking glass
One that monuments our past
Yet draws out a future even greater.
You will never be a recurring dream
And I will miss the magic
But time past is time past,
It is not spent but invested
My future holds the dividends,
Goodbye dark angel
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Sunday, October 9, 2011
Among The Surf
Standing among the surf,
The moon mirrored the spirit on the beach,
Glowing orange with the gift of life.
The waves brushing my legs
Singing a sirens song
Tempting me into the ocean
As the water spun music.
The stars and my family the crowd,
But myself the maestro
As the world glistened within the moon.
I stood there embracing the surf
Feeling the sound blend with heart
While the lights in the sky glistened,
Each note igniting a galaxy laid before me.
Water caressing my body
And the foam belittling the voices around me
It was then that the skies opened
Displaying an orchestra of light
Gracing me with the beauty of their words
Seeding the words I now write into my psyche.
And while I gazed into the abyss, it peered back,
But the dreams of children and elderly alike danced before me
Blessing me with gifts needed to live life.
But I could hear those dearest to me nearby,
Calling me back to the world that I dread
For only within the surf, the stars and the moon,
Do I truly live.
The tides accompanying my heartbeat
Setting me free from the confines of earthly laws.
Flight granted to few,
View of the stars granted to none,
But my past and my present granted me access,
To a utopia past the skies, the darkness.
Time beseached by the grace of my heart,
Leading to a view of the world never before presented,
Until it was broken by those voices I shut out.
The stars and the sky hovering before me
Accepting me as a child in the surf,
True love shown within the glow
But gifts forfeited for those who appreciate it
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