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Friday, September 6, 2013

changing tide


time passes
aging envelops me
it embraces me
tighter and tighter

storms I used to
only wince at
now leave me
with anxious despair

when time was young
I could build me
a shelter with strong hands
and soon the storm
would pass

sitting on beach sand
would lead me to play
run in it and watch
the ocean tides come in
challenge me to swim
in them

when once the hand
that held mine as we’d
kick sand and splash
each other in play
wishes no longer to
walk near the ocean
out of fear

and when I do
a quivering timbre
voice calls out
‘don’t forget
to come back to me’

the beach sand, now,
my every step labors
although still pleasing to
'mine eye', of what I can see,
the ocean waves
with their roar
seem menacing to me

Sunday, September 1, 2013

sweet memory


Tenderly I’ve stroked your ears
rubbed your eyes
kissed your lips
held your hand
we’ve listened to each others heart
wiped each others tears

now distance has replaced
the presence of your lovely face

no longer do you hear me
nor see me when I look at you
you’ve forgotten the moist
warmth of our kisses
and their intended consequences
your fingers no longer
intertwine in mine
to pull us toward each other

our two hearts still beat
though no longer in rhythm and sync
our tears, yes our tears
are shed but for different causes
different reasons no longer do
you wipe them as you walk away

we’ve lost each other
in the haze the maze of life

I have
the sweet memory  
of your voice
the sparkle of your eyes
the warm memory
of your soft skin pressed
against mine
your tender lips
but not least
the memory that once in time
our two hearts
beat as one