Friday, September 26, 2008
When it is my time to go
When its my time to go, I will close my eyes for ever and there will be star filled nights I will never see, tides will come in and out without taking me. Other's will sing what I sang when the clouds ran dressed in soft pastels to meet the setting sun, and dust will gather inside the empty glass...
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Wednesday, September 24, 2008
I know now what not to do
S o now, even as the chilly winds of sadness wrap their arms around me and my soul grows cold, I know beyond a doubt I shall endure this night. I know how to swim the rapids: I drift and I drift until the raging stops, and still waters shall reflect my resurrected smile from misty clouds, from...
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Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Again
A gain, all roads seem to take me towards sunrise, but there are no smiles left in me for new born suns and my hands try to reach for something new while the deep roots of the undressing trees thirsty for dew try to forget the sadness of growing in the shadows of the clouds that make this autumn sky...
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Monday, September 22, 2008
The leaf
A leaf floats slowly, in the warm sunset glow, falling ever so gently towards the wet, fertile soil, and as it drifts down, it turns gracefully in the breeze, dancing around to the music of the waves braking on the reef. Once green, now gold, in it I see my lost hopes. I, as this leave, drifted...
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Sunday, September 21, 2008
She remembered
A wrinkled paper she found that still smelled like him, tucked under the window seat in the drawing room. Vivid color strokes traced around a gray sketch of a female form. A soft silhouette of an image torn from the middle of a dream long gone. She tried to remember... Memories from past afternoons...
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Saturday, September 20, 2008
The drop of water...
Here in the hollow of my hand right in the center of its palm I hold a drop of water, old and sad. It could have been present when the melting of the ice cap or dug up long ago, from deep inside the earth and have been all this time resting in a well Perhaps it could have been part of ancient rains...
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Thursday, September 18, 2008
Who am I, you ask
I am the one that likes to listen to romantic songs. The one that has live dreams but thinks of dead worlds, and that while opening all the windows inadvertently closes the doors. The one that loves the moon, daisies, ice cream and you, sighs when she sees a sunset, and tries so hard to forget while...
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Wednesday, September 17, 2008
NYC
R ed bricks....... that go on for ever, in the walls that reach up like long concrete arms, towards a sky that seems distant and small. Old buildings that have seen the passage of time, have felt the pain of a thousand broken hearts, and the happiness of just as many smiles. The imprint of time...
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Tell me
Tell me, when the sun rises and soft colors displace the darkness of night, when light invades all, slowly filling the void that her absence had caused, do you forget that the stars are still there, just beyond that light and that they are shinning like before, like always, just as bright? And when...
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Monday, September 15, 2008
I have laid here on my bed ...
I have laid there on my bed on many starlit nights, refusing to see the moon that made my room so bright, with my eyes closed real tight, hoping, praying sleep would come and relieve my anguished heart, helping me forget what I had done. I have tried in vane to drift into that world which poets know...
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