Winter's Beach

Simple, a winter’s beach confronting a warm retreat.

Playing the fool I look back to the promised land of your presence.

Playing the fool I smell your on the dusky powder…

shadowed by only me.

Glancing for your love in the solemn pines and abandoned tundra there is no solace below or from above.

Treading softly, as you have taught, where is the peace that once had been sought?

Is it there are the front door, welcoming, soft and gentle?

Is it there in the moments of life without care?

I walk the woods.

I rove the trail.

Snow…knee deep, moments to myself…

‘did I fail?’

Fail to embrace what you once thought to be grace?

Such a quiet, whimsical, being that has left a memory to trace

This winter funeral leaves me in awe.

This winter funeral only betray’s love and her disgrace.

Did I Ever See Her Again

I see my old street…

I see how it shines.

Those days or red roses and proffered wine.

Moments in an adolescent’s grasp that withstand time.

Around the corner,

and up to the gates of Stone park.

She left

chocolate covered fingerprints upon my heart.

She spoke of things I did not understand.

In youth,

I stuck to the matters at hand.

Did I ever see her again?

No.

No, and wishing would not make it so.

Never the Same Kiss

She touches me in ways I cannot avoid.

It isn’t in the stories…she’s told.

It is not in the wonder-lust or star-dust.

Not in the way she holds my demons near.

And, yet, years have passed…

that kiss never remains the same.

What a taunting challenge laid out before me…

lessons of masked chivalry.

Perhaps, the secret lay in…they loved each other well.

Perhaps, it is simply…she loves me well.

River

It’s coming on Christmas
They’re cutting down trees
They’re putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on

But it don’t snow here
It stays pretty green
I’m going to make a lot of money
Then I’m going to quit this crazy scene
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on

I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I made my baby cry

He tried hard to help me
You know, he put me at ease
And he loved me so naughty
Made me weak in the knees
Oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on

I’m so hard to handle
I’m selfish and I’m sad
Now I’ve gone and lost the best baby
That I ever had
I wish I had a river I could skate away on

Oh, I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I made my baby say goodbye

It’s coming on Christmas
They’re cutting down trees
They’re putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
I wish I had a river I could skate away on

Forgotten Pleasure

Between everything purposeful

Between the wishes for rain

Lies…a stockpile of liquid pain

Twisted ties of what remains

Blatant

transgressions

Sunken battles

Forgotten possessions

Careless love, who knew

Careless love…

It was never up to you

Careless love….

There is only so much you can do

Imagine a world vacant of stormy weather

Imagine…

had not two worlds met.

For not one of us…

is truly desperate

To wish away the ache

Clamor for forever fair weather

Would only tarry for lovers had known before

Tis, far better to have loved…carelessly

Than to have stood naked, heart in hand…

at a closed door