Sea
Turquoise and blue
These shades of summer
Of you
Brilliant, endless
Full
Sky
The final line
Your quiet decision
Tears
Open, truthful
Still
Sun
Our loyal fool
Constant, relentless
Distant
Yet close enough
Burn
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
14 to 15
A toast
To hope, progress and love
A promise
To seek and rise above
A time
Of renaissance and rapture
A night
To breathe the adventure
A chance
To spill and take in words
A start
Journey North, onwards and upwards
To hope, progress and love
A promise
To seek and rise above
A time
Of renaissance and rapture
A night
To breathe the adventure
A chance
To spill and take in words
A start
Journey North, onwards and upwards
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Lines
Lines, lovely lines
An effortless dance of vanity
Between and across
Blank pages of my sanity
Lines, lonely lines
You knew the paths to my mind
My soul of scribbled letters
Born, worn, jumbled by the grind
I remember those lines
I remember that script
The acute twists and curves
The strokes that were your streets
All roads and all the lines
From the word mill did spill forth
A metronome in disarray
Yet always pointed North
Without the warmth of signs
Each rhyme and crossroad lay
Yet you knew which way to turn
As the instruments work and play
Lines, lovely lines
How they dance on endlessly
Ageless, formless, mystery
Upon the chapters of my sanity
An effortless dance of vanity
Between and across
Blank pages of my sanity
Lines, lonely lines
You knew the paths to my mind
My soul of scribbled letters
Born, worn, jumbled by the grind
I remember those lines
I remember that script
The acute twists and curves
The strokes that were your streets
All roads and all the lines
From the word mill did spill forth
A metronome in disarray
Yet always pointed North
Without the warmth of signs
Each rhyme and crossroad lay
Yet you knew which way to turn
As the instruments work and play
Lines, lovely lines
How they dance on endlessly
Ageless, formless, mystery
Upon the chapters of my sanity
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