Crystal Daggers (rewrite)

Crystal Daggers (rewrite)

Sparkling bluish crystal daggers

Shedding tear-like pearly droplets

against an out of focus background

of russet maple tree buds

as the solar comfort of March thaws the chill

and steals away winter slumber

born are natures' glass-like sculptures

given life, growing as if by magic

their fridgid reality maintain their form

as their short-lived beauty is displayed

shaped by earths relentless pull

sculpted into their familiar form

soon, released from their lofty perch

they fall and crash to the slush covered ground

beautiful, even in their gravity dictated deaths

natures crystal gifts are recycled

to be used again and again in the next awesome display

ICEDREAM

ICEDREAM

I had a dream, a strange wild dream

Looking thru much younger eyes

even now, T'is crystal clear, it seems

It lingers sharply as I wonder why

In the dark rink, a chilled fresh scent

shadows fleeting about near me moved swiftly or stood

Am I dreaming or just awakened from recent slumber spent

There's hazy glass above the dashers of wood

Hidden voices spring from the shadowy coolness

Dark figures are seen on the frozen ice sheet

Sounding like so many children at play, always their quest

Noise of crunching ice from skate worn feet

T'is summer outside, I know it well

shafts of sunlight spear the mirror surface, all white

exposing red and blue markings where brightness fell

T'is a most magical moment, a somewhat surreal sight

Then, ceiling lights flicker and ignite

The forbidding darkness is quickly chased away

Revealing a flawless surface, untouched, glass-like

as colorful skaters enjoy hockey this day

Daytona Buddha

DAYTONA BUDDHA

T'was on a humid day in Saigon city

Tu Do street sidewalk strolling

the rush of ' Jack ' going thru me

reality somewhat distorted, annoying

Brightly painted Dragons of gold

advertised flashy offerings inside that store

that drew me into the shady semi-cold

ceiling fans moving so slowly, never more

Within an ancient case of glass

at first seeing the silent form

Buddha of jade, nothing but class

eighteen carots gold, those days the norm

wrapped the flawless jade stone

like a shiny golden blanket

A thick chain of gold, held the emerald clone

bought on the spot without regret

We remained incountry together

lucky charm for all to see

lived thru hell and disaster

Finally, leaving that sad City

Daytona bound, surf, sand and rocking tunes

Riding ocean waves with style and grace

we parted ways one day in June

gone in a foamy wipeout without a trace