When You Look Upon the Sky

Have you lately gazed upon
with dreamy eyes
the wide expanse of sky?

All it would take is
the shuffling of footsteps
to that choicest of spots;

Unfold that picnic rug
and lay quietly still,
look up and watch for me.

Have you lately gazed upon
with dreamy eyes
the wide expanse of sky?

Come, I am waiting,
Everything will be all right.

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Are You My Butterfly?

My butterfly is no longer mine,
I wonder if she ever really was;
When she alights on my shoulder
I know she wants me to hold her -
Flies off and she's mine no longer.

My butterfly so frail and fine,
I wonder if hers I ever was;
When she returns to kiss me again
I know she's more than just a friend -
Flies off and gone forever more.

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Fare Thee Well

I still can't look at your photograph
without choking up or getting ill
could I ever seriously consider
giving up my affections for you
why have you gone abruptly ahead?

gazing upon your visage on print
all knotted up and confused still
my emotions, rambling wild river
gaining us words no longer true
why am I left here with heart unfed?

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Bemused Rumination

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Forget
the balm of barometric exuberance.
This night
no longer young, dissipates.

Recall
the dewy welcome of sun-quaffed green.
Yesterdays
revive severed umbilical dreams.

Peruse
the present with fleeting acumen.
Today
ceases yet emerges again tomorrow.

Ignite
the kindling of autumnal reticence.

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Mother

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Brawl-
writing on the brick wall;
no one left standing...
a lack of pulse.
Where is the beat
of those that listen?

Shut-
slams the front door,
not to open again;
no mop of hair,
no laid back gait.
Where is sleep tonight?

Life-
worth little in strife;
no tears, no smiles:

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Freeze Frame

Sit down with me awhile, my Love
Let's leave the world behind;
This hour belongs to us alone:
Our moment etched in time.

Lean upon my shoulder, Sweet
And press your cheek to mine.
Let's set our eyes to spy upon
Our promised ever after, find.

Rest you arm upon my knee
And hold that smile again.
Another spot is next in line
On our wedding photography.

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Photos on Our Wedding Day

Sit down with me awhile, my Love
Let's leave the world behind;
This hour belongs to us alone:
Our moment etched in time.

Lean upon my shoulder, Sweet
And press your cheek to mine.
Let's set our eyes to spy upon
Our promised ever after, find.

Rest your arm upon my knee
And hold that smile again.
Another spot is next in line
On our wedding photography.

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Hide Jekyll, Hyde

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Part demon, part angel,
your gaze draws me nigh.
Part animal, part divine;
the celestial hosts sigh.

Doubts leak like a broken tap,
assurances cloud the sky.
Drip and dropp to fill the gap;
your balmy words can't dry.

An easel for pigments to trap;
row by row hung from a vine.
Libation pressed flesh and sap;
A bloodied cudgel rests supine.

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Prodigal Returning

won't you tell me I

have not lost my soul!

I am on the way back

from around the bend

back into the languid pools

and the billowy breezes

that sing spontaneous songs

in the cool of afternoon

-such sounds lift the spirit

bringing a peace and serenity

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Daily Libations

Raise again this chalice,
fearsome and seductive;
that brims with venom
and sparkles with promise

that in the twilight beckons...

Raise this goblet
to once satin lips
now runnelled with
bypassed dreams,

you hope but hope in vain...

Gulp down your fill,
wait for forgetfulness still;
let the dregs of this cup
caress your wearied mind,

'til dawn tops it up again.

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