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Time

Racing against the wind
stepping outside
Back to where it begins
fighting all dejection
Soaring a little high
Screaming out loud
words won’t come out
No turning back
just racing again
Finding a rhythm
to make the heart mend
Time just stands still
then it starts again!

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A Beautiful Autumn Morning

During early hours of the morning
I often linger along the edge of this lake
Welcomed with crunch and rustle of leaves
I stand for a while under the autumn tree

The birds fly and the wind blows
Voices of the insects, deer by the fence
On frosted air, aromas drift in a sway
Colours swirl alive in orange, yellow and red

A wishful whisper undulating in the breeze
Eagles nest high beyond the reach
Prism forms by the early sun ray
The lovely autumn day, the new mown hay

Flowers smile and the squirrels chatter
Mountains in the distance, behold the splendor
Scented pines enravish the sweetness
It’s a beautiful day, I am grateful to take!

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Under the Stars

Sizzling
poetic passions,
shimmering skies
– in the gloaming.

Sapphire moonlight,
the heavens are open,
Suddenly,
– crystal rain.

A divine cascade
romantic waters,
where you at?
– my starbright?

Oh love,
behind closed eyes,
my soul
– belongs to you.

You are so beautiful
amour,
my idyllic muse
– in secret.

The wonders of love
divine inspiration,
let’s make love
– under the stars

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I trust that you’ll come

Shall i wait for her plane to land?
-or meet her midair in silver-clouds,
clear the aisles meant for two,
order the finest dinner a waiter shall whiz,

Shall i wait for the hail from the air?
– or fly my own plane to climb aboard
certainly we don’t need two seats, only one
and that one is blushing from all of this touching.

Shall I vigorously fly like a G6?
– spying out my love in ways I can
shall she unwrap an early present
i’m wearing pitch-black
…she’s wearing none.

certainly two stars search the horizon
-climaxing at the speed of light’s dreams
air pressure certainly boggling
the clash of thunder and lightning
a show of overwhelming energy
for these weeks have weakened my pulse and my knees.

I hightail to meet my love
in the air, so close and yet
i’ll certainly have to wait ‘til she lands
so she can take me back to the heavens
– a place where she now belongs!

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For a Poem

I secretly sneaked into your closet
for a vowel, a consonant, a simile
for perfect syllables, apt images, to pen a poem

Ideas came overflowing
Words fell like cloudbursts
building lumps to phrases

Slowly pooling in my mind
Oceans and rivers began to form
surging and uprising
from finger tips to colossal domes
Flooding and drowning
everything in it’s wake

Then the touch of your curved lips
Unruffled my entire composition
It got molded deep
into the vault of your mouth

Now I can feel and hear my poem
In the sphere of your heaven

-It all looks so gorgeous.

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Spring Girl

Met this lass named spring
She wore a princess dress
blushing pink as dawn
merrily she strolled
through fields and bawns

She sang to the trees
them green, some bloom!
As she touched the flowers
beauty burst forth.

She called out!
creatures came
together

She smiled
I felt…

absolute bliss!

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Hues of dawn

The dawn is fragrant with a ruby rose,
Golden shining sun shyly winks

Such pretty flowers sing
I watch as stillness flings

Footprints follow like a shadow as I walk
Never saw, never felt, a moment so calm

Brightened beats stage a warm heart
Wealth of music, words, fine art.

On the wings of time wounds fly
A rage swallowed with no sigh.

This earth is so lovely
Why then our sad story?

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I went hiking

Up I went hiking among the soul of clouds
Hoping to catch the sun seeds in my palm
As petals sing a lullaby it gets so real and
I cast my heart into the stream of its melody

The brook is cutting through the boulder
with every single precious beat
set sail the worries on a willow
as meadow fairies hoist the breeze

In silent conversations with the heavens
relaxing on a log that’s been expertly hewn
I can hear the patchy sounds of the horn
ushered by a gentle zephyr

Time to descend and collide with obligations
The plastic smiles replacing imposing nature
Walking around, with the fake crowd,
As if pretending to be alive!

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A Little Too Late

Her life was like a room without a window,
those ‘rainy day’ eyes,
could have formed a deep river,
but no ship sailed upon it,
to carry me to her

and I would have kissed away every tear.

Misplaced, I could feel her yearning,
for love, she had never known,
confused and lost, but her silence,
left her trapped in burdensome meadows,
and I wonder if I could have shown her the way.

From the silent screams of her tongue,
I could feel the pain of her spirit,
feel the lacerations piercing her heart.
If only my words could have soothed her,

but even they could not save her.
As the lights dimmed,
silent stars became the nature of my poetry,
I asked the moon why?
but clouds covered his expression.

Now my mind is a time machine
of her memories, her voice still haunts,
as I ponder if the thunder will persist,
because I’m too afraid to close my eyes.