Building mirror’s other reality

Building mirror’s other reality

30 October 2015

 Collecting me

Sometimes, silent, I think of you in fall

It takes all of the dew of autumn leaves

To wet my lip crackling as it now weaves

Rustling edges, Indian summers that call

 

From creek I look at you now birth from caul

Wistful membranes resist as Earth now heaves

The pull, the push shudder as she bereaves

More so the words that I utter to maul

 

Sometimes as winter would dispel meadows

It takes the frost on splintered leaves that lie

To shatter all the shards of memory

 

When I would gaze upon lesser shadows

Filling reducing space from eye to eye

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Like pockets in Heart

Like pockets in Heart

10 October 2015

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The drizzling rain sighed

Upon plains of autumn leaves

That sizzled in heat

In memory raindrops fell

Washing down yesterday’s peaks

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Begonias stood dull

Huddled in a tight circle

Wrapped around dark mud

Where did they now disappear

Blazing colours of your Love?

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Petunias listless

Stretched in the midst of vases

Like pockets in Heart

White lies fell on burning Soul

That saw through the stories told

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Cold air touched the heat

Mist-like pattern on the glass

Intrinsic cooling

Reminding me of first chill

My Heart stilled itself like stone

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Voices through the mist

Muffled by the words of loss

Carried themselves low

Within my heart your voice called

Shattering icy carvings

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Dance me to the End

Dance me to the End

30 August 2015

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Autumn leaves will fall

As the sun will soon grow cold

And the bark will freeze

 

Did you know I’m blue?

Hues bluer than deepest sea

Ice in heart stretches

 

You fail to see it

You would not know what it takes

To break through the ice

 

Faith in you falters

But if you know then pray stay

Dance me to the End

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Winter white will call

As the skies will gather snow

And the bears will sleep

 

Did you feel my hugs?

Tighter than the starkest grip

Sleep its warmth fetches

 

You fail to glean it

You would not feel them these quakes

Tremors I convey

 

Warmth in me halters

But if you feel then pray stay

Dance me to the End

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Springtime will blossom

As the robins will return

And flowers will bloom

 

Did you need my kiss?

Lighter than the touch of clouds

Heavier than rain

 

You fail to reach it

You would not need these pink lips

Pressure of my soul

 

Velvet silk retracts

But if you need then pray stay

Dance me to the End

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Summer will then scorch

As the sun will rise ablaze

And the hay will burn

 

Did you read my heart?

Transparent like a river

Murky like a pond

 

You fail to breach it

You would not read these blue tips

That pump me brick red

 

Life from Love subtracts

But if you read then pray stay

Dance me to the End

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The seasons were gone

Even time came to standstill

We dwelt face to face

 

Did you heed my soul?

Overflowing blue-red lake

It merged ice with coal

 

You fail to grasp it

You merely scratch the surface

That shines like mirrors

 

Soul a soul could mute

But if you heed then pray stay

Dance me to the End

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Collecting days

Collecting days

14 September 2014

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Leaf after leaf falls

From the oak tree as wind blows

Orange autumn calls

In memory of earthen spells

A mind its past brooding quells

 

A slow parting kiss

Blown by a waning sunlight

Sends shivers through skies

The earth stilled by the morrow

Gathers itself in respite

 

Moody butterflies

Scatter rebellious new trends

Colours burst alight

A wailing banshee in shreds

Chases hooded hounds that skulk

 

The nightingale shrill

Keeps tone to a higher hue

In silence it yearns

Collecting days like pennies

Thoughts of winter heave in heart