Bike Angel (rewrite)

Bike Angel (rewrite)

'Tis a glorious morning in Spring

life resounds all around

as I journey to my calling

a curious desire is found

to catch a glimpse of him momentarily

to renew my credence of his manifestation

confirm that coincidence is not in play

as I travel the road to my destination

miles from the approaching cemetery gates

silently wondering if he'll be there

maybe today he'll be late

further down the road he'll appear

'Tis been that way now

for twenty years maybe more

I try to understand how

he's not aged one hour for sure

someday, I'll stop at the cemetery gates

quietly wait for him to appear

as he pedals to his daily fate

surely I'll confirm his presence there

but fear prevents me for now

stops me from verifying what I'm seeing

knowing that one day somehow

the reality of that being

must be addressed

only fickle time will surely tell

as I journey towards the test

tendered by the bike Angel



Habits and Rituals

Habits and Rituals

Nothing exists with aimless desire

our passions and beings craving every hour

as natures' gift for every life

code written hidden from sight

silently touches and shapes the path taken

revealing the course daily striven

master program clearly dictates

actions that consume moments shaped

early morning habits and evening rites

haunt us with certain delight

and shape natural beauty into reality

as stately cleanliness our servant be

watch and patiently observe natures' way

as beasts and fowl spend their days

endlessly preening as water sprays about

cleaning themselves with furry snouts

the lioness gives her cubs a bath

licking their faces on savanna flats

every life is habit filled

from newborns in crib

to puberty, marriage, conception and death

rituals are woven into natural and societal depths

Valhalla

Valhalla

'Tis when vibrant and shade-drenched

visions of times whence

Vikings plunderers travelled on ocean waves

and slumbered in vales during nights stayed

that fields edged with birch and junipers

witnessed Valkyries carry dead warriors

assisting Oden to that place

where the fallen lie in buried haste

and in Valhalla their spirits rest

needing not the spoils of conquest

silk, silver, gold and ivory stores

now needed nevermore

as treasure litters moist earth

in Baltic forests and leaf strewn dirt

amber and furs scattered by lonely streams

memories of singing swords in battle scenes

as Viking presence in ancient places

appear in mist-shrouded vessels and bearded faces

with fearsome shouts as day darkened

steeped in screams as Valhalla beckoned

with death wrapped in eternal night

within lonely graves hidden from sight

Summer Nights

Summer Nights

'Tis when the warm sunlight

lasts long into summer nights

and all the murmurs of busy days

draw sounds to ear from far away

that soft scents come in perfume showers

pleasing the senses during passing hours

colorful petunias flash smiles anew

drenched in summer eves glistening dew

swallows skim placid waters causing some spray

during the approaching end of day

children play in their world of green

that bring memories of times once seen

the magic of summer nights

'Tis a welcomed and lovely sight

with beauty in length of day

sun setting over lifes' valley

recalls memories tender and strong

that refresh life while cherished long

and as darkness gains upon the sky silently

enjoy summer nights on your short stay

Friendship and Flowers

Friendship and Flowers

When summer is past

and leaves turn golden at last

sad are the times for some

as forests bare and chilled sun

mark the motion of time flown

gone with the wind to places unknown

fragile child of the earth that once stood

in the now frosted woods

their sparkling smiles drowned by cold rain

their fragrance washed away without pain

withering hastily as memories of May

become distant past in somber day

the vision musters recollections

vivid scenes of youthful actions

where the fair blosson of love

grew and faded in bright skies above

with memories of stars in the midnight hours

mingled with natures charming flowers

seems a pity that friends and lovers

should perish like autumn flowers