WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

WHERE THE WIND BLOWS The trees of the forest shiver and shake, their long limbs trembling for the next quake. Their bodies blaze a glaring white with tears frozen from their new plight. The world has become hard and cold. My trembling body feels...

The trees of the forest shiver and shake.

Their long limbs tremble from the next quake.

Thick bodies blaze a glaring white.

Tears freezing from their new plight. 

The world has become hard and cold.

My trembling body feels old.

Surrounded on four sides by white. 

The bright glare blinded my sight.

White is the color of my nightgown.

I stand and shiver with a frown.

A shadow emerges from the trees.

I hope it is not him, pretty please.

My body moves forward against my will.

I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.

I dig my feet into the packed snow.

But I must go where the wind might blow.

I LONG TO TOUCH HIS FACE

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I see him in my mind’s eye.

He is dead, and so am I.

He floats alone in the ocean.

I have taken the dark potion.

His body slowly drifts near,

A countenance without fear.

I long to touch his face,

Not of the human race.

My spirit glides free.

And soon, so shall he.

SIREN’S CALL

The sparkle of the depths below

Tempts me more than you can know.

Are you beneath the sea?

I need you here with me.

Time has slowed to a stop.

A fin hits the water with a plop.

A flash of an arm beckons me.

A siren’s call freezes me.

I bend closer to the water’s edge.

Ready to make my lover a pledge.

I find myself falling into the cold.

I am soon lost in his tight hold.

I close my eyes and give up my fight.

For I’m free to roam the earth tonight.

IT IS TIME TO FLY

It is time, my friends, I sigh.

To spread my wings and learn to fly.

My heart is heavy, but my spirit soars high.

I seek a proper way to say goodbye.

Life has become a selfish way to be.

There is no ‘we’ but only the greedy ‘me.’

The world has lost its appeal to me.

I need to escape and learn to fly free.

Mother Nature will guide my journey.

As the birds follow the land & the sea.

So too, I will take the next step I see.

A hesitant but vital step to being free.

I close my eyes and touch the sky.

My body rises above the tallest tree.

As the puffy clouds make room for me.

The birds circle me as I fly free.

TRANQUILITY

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Tranquility I seek

In the water so deep.

The moonlight’s glow,

The wave’s salty flow,

Even the whale’s blow,

Bring me to a special place,

As soothing as a lover’s embrace.

Cold fingers hold me aloft

In a bed so watery and soft.

WELCOME THE NIGHT


Welcome the night

And its friend, the moon.
Don’t take flight
From the man on the moon.


Let the moon take over,
From the sun’s bright reign.
Let the sun take cover,

Without hesitation or pain.

A thick blanket will fall,

Covering the earth with security.
Darkness will cover all
With its grace and purity.

The stars will twinkle and shine.

For the sun, do not pine.
It will return tomorrow morning,
With no need for any worrying.

HAIKU OF GOODBYE

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HAIKU OF GOODBYE

The galaxy shines.

In awe of the human race.

It makes my heart race.

I cannot see far.

But I know what is right here.

It’s not far from here.

Heaven covers us.

Protects above and below.

To it, I must go.

Goodbye to my friends.

Time comes to an abrupt end.

I shine for each friend.

ONE SONG

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ONE SONG

Sing me a love song.

Rhyme me a sad tale.

The woe of heartbroken lovers

whose tinny cries take to the air.

The needle rides the grooves.

Round in a circle, it goes.

No beginning or end.

Like a tear that refuses to fall.

A song without an end.

The melody echoes through eternity.

One jump and scratch at a time.

FLY HIGH

Fly HIgh

What does it feel like to fly,

Rising to meet the blue sky?

Soaring to a new height.

A bird’s exclusive right.

Alone and soaring high,

Nary a cloud in the sky.

Take me along with you, please.

What can I do to appease?

The wind will ruffle my feathers.

I will fly without any tethers. 

I will fly over the land

To the tune of a marching band.

PLAY ME A SONG

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“Self Portrait with a Harp” (1791) (detail) by Rose-Adélaïde Ducreux (1761-1802).

Play me a song.

Don’t get me wrong.

I love your singing voice,

But the harp is my choice.

The music soothes my sad soul

From the day taking its toll.

I need the music today.

Please, sit for me and play.