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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Tickling Grassblades

Watching the twinkling
the hanging lights
of the night sky
the blades of grass
tickle the nape of my neck
I lay
wondering about
when the glitter
of these lights
shall cease in teasing
the reflecting
sparkle in
the many eyes
that have looked
up seeing and gathering
their direction, their history
their future

Is there an End,
a Forever.
A Reason for it’s Beginning?

Without a Key

Her voice enters
quietly
into rarely
traveled chambers
of my heart
unknown
echoes
heard with
heartfelt
passion


she smiles
and
my eyes gather
tears, I
release them
washing away
those dire
thoughts
in the absence
of this
smile

A joy
gathers, battling
breaths deep
inside
She’s entered
my abode
without a
key
lies back
makes
herself a home
where few
have
ever been
allowed

I hope
she’ll want
to stay