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Ghost of the Living

The step is a little slower,

The glimmer that once sparkled now a little dull.

Age has stooped the figure once so proud and tall.

When he speaks, its a little more softly

And the hands, worn with worry and work

Are now crooked from the pain.

The dark hair has turned ice white

But the fierceness still burns inside.

He’s still in there somewhere,

Even if he doesn’t always recall where.

The pain is now mostly ours,

For, now, only we remember.

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Sorrow

In the deepest recess

Where shadows hide,

The faded memories.

What tales are told

And reconstructed,

Tinged with sorrow.

Good-byes never said,

Nor ever wanted.

Both for living and dead.

That place that haunts us.

 

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Quiet Reflection

The air brushes my cheek

As I sit by the glass lake.

Reflections of the present

Marching by…

A bird,

A butterfly

A white cloud.

A simple touch

Would ripple the water.

So I reach out with my mind,

Into the stillness.

Feeling the cool water

Inhaling the fresh summer air,

Dreaming as the sun kisses my skin.

The torrent of my mind stills,

Until it too sits quietly.

Devoted to the nothingness.

No sirens.

No screams.

No pain.

Just blissful emptiness.

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On Feathered Wings

On feathered wings,

The old year sails

Into the darkness of history.

And I stare at the cold sky

Star twinkling.

The majestic awe of insignificance.

The change where no change has happened,

Except perchance my own time.

Another few grains through

An hourglass.

And I know mine grow shorter.

But my hope remains

Like time itself,

Eternal.

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Perfect shape, sitting

On the sidewalk where I roam

Fallen from heaven.

.

I stop and ponder

Wondering where you’ve traveled.

Only to fall here.

.

So small and precious

Founder of lakes and oceans,

Forming mighty stream.

.

Yet sitting here now,

Waiting for the clouds to fade,

In silent repose.

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The light of day fades

And I stand, staring at the sun.

Hues of pink, purple and orange

Cascading to the horizon.

The trees lose definition in the distance

As they become a dark mass.

Slowly, small pin pricks of light

Begin to dot the night sky.

And I stand under the canvas

Painted across the heavens.

Breathing deeply I feel the cold air

Immersing my lungs.

For that moment my burden sail,

Flying up to the night and the moon

And my mind floats freely.

For that moment

I am unbound from earthly chains

I soar among the lights of heaven.

And that makes all the difference.

 

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Alabaster songstress in a sundress,

Notes floating from behind a smile.

Each note a ray of sun,

Filling my soul with warmth.

My feet move in tune with my heart,

And now the smile spreads across my face.

Finding myself, somewhere, somehow

Under a blue sky,

Chasing those dreams I’d almost forgotten.

 

*NOTE: A smile always comes to my face when I hear Corrine Bailey Rae and the song “Put Your Records On”. If you haven’t heard the song I recommend checking out her work on YouTube.

 

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