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Scarlet life joining frosted earth
A Valkyrie’s cry, a kiss fading in winter’s tide
Her touch, death’s caress?
Or life’s yearnful embrace?
She departed in a flurry of wings, took flight.
My tears fall silently,
Enough to drown in added together,
Sorrow piled up by the roadside outside my house,
As it can’t contain the amount sent,
I use all my strength,
Batten the doors,
Try to keep out,
Howling black phantoms,
Worries and doubt,
I’ll sing thee mandolin’s melody
sweetest songs of love, each note to behold
chasing gray clouds away, too far to see
kiss thy lips warm, when winter’s breath breathes cold
O’ hear my love song enchanting this day
with poetry’s whispered words to thy ear
of summer’s breeze and lavender’s bouquet
sunshine and laughter our hearts may endear
I’ll play thee a sonnet meant for just you
mandolin’s melody with love so true
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Dangerously so.
With yesterday’s eyes
and tomorrow’s heart.
Anxious to end the end,
though it’s just the start.
As a child I saw faith
in fragments of color
First Communion white
blood red martyr Sundays
the altar draped in purple
Monotone silences and idle gossip and smiles that just decay,
Laughter that fizzles past the lips of superfluous strangers,
Hospital rooms and bathroom stalls saving you from dangers,
Gripping writing tools like vices for the future,
Avoiding full eye contact and solidifying closure,
Running up ramp ways and giggling like it’s pleasantry,
Bells ringing like Notre Dame ignoring all the travesty,
But you never cared to look over your shoulder.
You fastened your pace and I failed to follow,
Left in a land even darker and colder.
Without saying good-bye.
My passport photos are my proof.
My precious ally has found a new face
Not touched by grief, lack of sleep
And broken dreams.
likewise too for explanations,
send them off on long vacations.
Harken to your soul’s vibrations.
Give yourself this simple treasure,
“Openness” without a measure.
