Saturday, February 26, 2011

A Perfect Snow --for Slink

The snow falls soft through beams of light,
all silent on this perfect night
and all the world is dead in dream;
no noise, no wind, no thought, no scream,
just beauty in the purest way
unmarred by all events of day.
And two sets of footprints tread the walk
between them is no need to talk
just to share the peace profound
on crystalized and frozen ground.
Smoke fills the air from buildings distant
two humble souls rendered insignificant.
And in each flake of fallen snow
a world the two can never know.
Blanketing the ground until it thaws
for even it obeys the laws
as one day it will melt away
but now they know is not that day.
So silent it falls to the earth,
when not a single sound is heard.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Forever --if only if only...

Some say forever isn't real--
forever is too long to feel,
and even when you vow the years
forever ends in hate and tears.
But some things really, truly last
they stay until all time has passed
and so forever love I, you,
forever will my heart be true,
forever your name on my heart,
forever is our only start,
forever dreaming in your eyes,
forever comes as no surprise,
forever dancing in the wind,
forever your kiss on my skin,
forever my hand locked in yours,
forever, for always, of that I'm sure.

Dreaming the Dead

Close your eyes and drift away
to see the souls of yesterday:
ghosts of lives all long since gone
haunt the dreams of weak and strong.
Wailing, warning, lessons of age;
sweetly singing words so sage.
Pray not to make the same mistakes
of those the light of life forsakes.
Learning wisdom from the wise
reading life inside dead eyes.
Open your heart, open your mind
to understand all they provide:
So much they have heard and seen,
so much they almost could have been...
And patiently I wait each night
for dreams of ghosts who know the right.


I've never been so foolish
so stupid and so blind
to think that you would ever
want to change your one-track mind.
But everybody wants to hope;
it stays the feeling you're alone.
We hope that some day, maybe,
or at some point down the line
that this is that and on and on
if stars would just align.
But hope is for the helpless,
I guess I know that now,
and I will never hope again
for I am far too proud.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Love Is --for those who may need a reminder--

Love is Love
the simple fact,
it cannot be defined.
Not legislated,
not dictated
for Love is always right
Sure, you can fight
and bitch and moan
claiming higher law
but judge not
lest yourself be judged
and find you're in the wrong.
Love is patient.
Love is kind.
Love is peace.
Love is blind.
So how could Love
by any stretch
be offensive
in your narrow heads?
Love is Love,
it's all the same
and if you can't see it,
well, that's a shame...