Any More
Born away by the wind of change, fallen leaves of
yesterday adrift across the pavement, the un-kept trail; they haunt me no more...
The constellation still glitters far away , beyond the reach of this generation or next.
A night of silence is not really silent.. owl's hoot, or cicadas shrill call
still permeates, bewilders..
My poetry words of tomorrow in stealth will feed my inner mind ; But they have
become sober now, there's no heather ale in those words .. as the bottles are all smashed and the wine runs free
into the gutter.. the soil.. Earth worms and ants are now drunk..
Do you smell its fragrance in the air ?
My words run free… they need no nutritious treatment.. as doctors are not on house calls any more.. My
phrases and clauses grin back at me without spelling bee or grandma's kits.
He is still around, One whom I can
trust; Sadly, I don't speak His language any more...
19 July 2005
midnight , full of stars
begging the beautiful moon
to tarry, to stay
let's run in the rain
don't resist the passing whim
down into water
sawdust on the floor
some drops of sweats on my face
a day's work complete
rise and fall of waves
passionate songs of the winds
the ocean awakes
sunlight dries the tears
from the dewy leaves and grass
a new day begins
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