To Waste The Time

March 28, 2017

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I was leaning against the stone
in the cool morning
before the sun began
her bright blinding gaze

Took up my pen
and tried to speak
to the paper again
in the quiet

I wrote of the sand
and the pretty, pretty birds
that circled and spun
all round the feathery brush

And the stone was cool
in the fresh of dawn
the words came slow
as I watched everything

I suppose it is fine
to waste the time
feeding the soul
with waiting and pause

So I lingered with the earth
in repose with the stone
made friends with birds
and got nothing done

except this.

Then Danced A Shadow

June 7, 2016

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Trimmed these sails
To light in your port
Then danced away

Fear, just me
Same as ever so
Twixt these twin shadows

I am not torn
Yet have these relics been only
One a wound as will not close

Twins adored
Riddled to shreds
My heart and my mind

I’ve walked me to a spiral
That loops returnt to itself
Of touches unendured

O lust that betrays me
Let me distill this dream
For I touched not thy tresses

That last time so fair
Though twas cold bitter cold
For fear or was it fear?

For some thing I dared not again
O why did I pull loose
This anchor when not half set?

Open these arms this time an’ I return
Two shadows
My sails have harbor’d

Between thy ports
Mooring in but the one
Though the other left fair trade

O let me be, cursed dreaming
Let my breath be my own
Or let down thy slip

Let me mind this fair haven
The dark one that has haunted me so
Think this paradox?

No but painful
To dream to lift this fair veil
Of the white

Of the fountain
Of the longest long lingering
Let me come here

Or throw me to the stars
And let me ne’er hear again
Nor see with these eyes

These browning lands ever.

Rather Fade Away

May 5, 2016

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She said
I’d rather burn out
than fade away
shooting for a star
and blazing,
make it halfway

Has she missed
that it’s already like that
a wisp of breath
and we’re gone
to burn it all faster
cuts short what is already short

The lily is fleeting
the mayfly has a day
ours is short enough
not to throw anything
away