The Red Chair....

The Red Chair

 

When sitting by the river clear

my physical substance supported by a red chair

I contemplate notions far and near

Some close, like the swallows that fill the air

their deeply forked tails blue-black

cinnamon undercarriages that flash

during their chaotic flight, it taxes my awareness

of their acrobatics above the waters' sparkling zest

 

Some far away, like Pluto and Charon dancing in space

as New Horizons seeks their invisible trace

After ten years of travel, approaching their world

New Horizons flies as humanity's bird

after a voyage of three billion miles

knocking on Pluto's door with camera eyes

posing the question, loud and clear

IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE...

 

From my chair, I witness the Hirondo Rustica exhibition

A gift from nature of exciting aerial action

that comforts my spirit just fine

like a refreshing summer wine

and my imagination awaits the long sought rendezvous

with Pluto and Charon, far away, we always knew

but now, to be a confirmed reality

for all the eyes of humanity

 

 

Show ME to Know YOU.....

Show me To Know you

 

Floating gently on times' river

I drift slowly nowhere in particular

I seek to find a way

to truly love you only

 

Show me your sweet way

to capture my temporary stay

 surrounded in warmth and times gay

and I'll never be lonely

 

as the placid rivers' current flows

Time spent in seconds swiftly goes

please show me the way

that defines your existence only

 

The way of lovers old and new

the presence which is but you

in actions and words indeed

and of things I sense and momentarily feel

 

Help me in your ways sometimes surreal

hard as rosy ivory feels

soft as satin and smooth as velvet

full of promise and yet

 

Full of lovely pleasure

show me the way to capture

the moment and relish the past

show me the way swift but not fast

 

To wrap my reality in a dream

sip from the slowly flowing stream

loving you in my assigned destiny

as we quietly drift towards eternity

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ADDICTION...( rewrite )

Addiction

 

Embers rise high into the night

as I watch the flames reduced light

the cold darkness approaches steadily

no longer chased by firelight fading silently

 

Like a child afraid of the dark

I need you to be my light

and illuminate this road that winds

As we travel on it through time

 

Special moments that we own

quickly scatter in life windblown

and like a schooners sail on ocean blue

I need a steady wind, I need you

 

You are the soft breeze messing my hair

I want you forever there

and just like grass needs rain

I need you, simple and plain

 

Sailing together on life's raging seas

our love unleashed in ecstasy

in ageless partnership sunshine filled

I need your presence till my heart is stilled

 

You are my souls desire in deaths darkness

And want you there in my eternal rest

 

 

 



SAIGON SORROW.

Saigon Sorrow

 

A youthful girl during a warm summer day

walks slowly where the river rolls away

her brown eyes and long raven hair

brushing soft skin ever so fair

 

She carries flowers picked from the nearby park

on the path that's quickly falling dark

she walks softly on gravel stones

gentle summer breeze in hair windblown

 

Her eyes filled with tears, she softly weeps

as she approaches the place of eternal sleep

budding blooms in hand that rest

close to her rounded breasts

 

She walks towards the graves where silence hides

where markers are strewn by riverside

and where delicate birds of summer sing

a song of sorrow and soulful sting

 

Her offering is placed on ground below

cold marble as white as snow

with the colors of those flowers found

a wish of peace to her lover underground

 

He is mourned and missed

He will never again feel her gentle kiss

as his body in earth does dwell

in his coffins' narrow cell

 

Shameful contrition should haunt the heart

of world leaders responsible for conflict starts

and memories should haunt their restless minds

for having sacrificed youth in wars of any kind

 

 

NOWANDTHEN....

Nowandthen

There were slowly shifting patterns

Light reflected from the windblown surface

and everywhere he looked as he turned

the sparkling lake waters offered purpose

The dynamic motion of reflected clouds

was captured by sight but was untouchable

much like the wind borne shouts

emanating from a distant stable

The newly harrowed field

dark brown in the midday light

awaited the planting of seeds

to grant them life in its dirt heart

Life grew beneath blue heavens

and memories fueled by past times

revisited gentle days and sweet children

fathered during the passion of his prime

Now, the warm summer breeze

scatters his visions of tomorrow

much like pollen drifting with ease

only to settle on fields fallow

or float on placid moonlit waters

while his remaining passion rages

like a condemned mans prayers

seeking absolution for prior life phases

His passionate footprints in the morning dew

remain only for a moment

and mark the emerald grass new

in celebration of life too quickly spent



Morning Sunlight....

Morning Sunlight

 

 The colors of refracted morning light

fill my empty glass with visual art

and project a fresh reality

into the neural bits of my memory

 

Outside, a gentle breeze blows

trees become giant ground shadows

eager to please my awakening senses

with their twisted dancing branches

 

The spirit of yesterdays wine

haunts the days' fresh design

as warm scented air brings delight

to my lungs and beating heart

 

Sweet, sweet, light of day

warms my soul with its bright way

as the desire for living this morning

seeks shaded streams and forest hills

 

Perhaps today, a touch, a kiss

will give me joy in the midst

of an afternoons waking dream

beside an imaginary winding stream

 

This is where splendor is found

the sun of life, casting its gold around

The morning sun, executioner of the night

stirs my life as I guzzles the golden light