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"Gordon's Psalm"
A man lost his days.
Strife in life confounds him,
filled with danger,
the stress let him look to see…
light in
sound.
So pure--
it touches the soul.
No one who heard such light,
could deny the feelings it evoked.
Of times past in
homes,
where family dwell and familiar birds still sang,
even when pain dominates reality,
the song's light says,
"I'll be
home someday soon."
"Lost Psalm"
Lost, out of day.
I wish to meet you.
Where did you go.
Out where I can't find you.
The distance is a barrier,
to my thirst to see you.
Experience the smell off your hair.
Touch your skin.
I know I'll see you again.
“Lost
thought”
A mood,
lost in time,
blown on the wind,
my memory,
scattered past barely known,
fanned by wind,
into loss I cannot place.
I remember
less today of my happiness,
My brother and I in the snow,
Purple flowers of spring scent,
Why can’t I recall these things today.
“Giggle
recall”
There
coast memories on wind swirls,
brought to me in my laughter,
bobbles,
moments treasured,
radiant as sun through colored leaves in autumn color,
my treasured thoughts,
you brought me back my smile.
“Night
Colours”
-Childhood
dreams.
-Stuffed puppy dogs.
-Bunnies with bells.
-The smell of my favorite blanket,
stained with tears,
worn with love.
-Dad staying with me until I sleep--
-In my sleep I recall my mother’s touch
-How do I remember my dreams when I wake
In the
Green
The green holds
secrets.
Only beholden to the chill, the cold.
Reveal the golden hues,
bring out sunsets,
falling free,
sprinkling the Earth below to paint a lovely canvas.
Green surrenders it's treasures,
fading to brown,
patiently waiting to color the next year.
In a Leaf
Fall burns in brilliant hues.
royal purple,
iridescent reds,
captivating golds.
Sunsets born by branch,
by tree.
Fated to be blown free.
Creating an impermanent world of color.
Fated to leave with the brief season.
Savor each moment,
as it fades before the dusk.
Hands in Motion
Hypnotic
movement, traveling in beat, knowingly tickling ivory scales.
Tapping with
lightness, followed with force.
Expressed
from an invisible pattern.
One not
necessarily the notes on the page her eyes see.
More over,
the map her fingers follow stems from a childish joy we all forget in
adulthood.
A little
light coloring our most unique actions and crafts.
Her fingers
move with these childish lights, making every movement magic,
and every
flowing tone remind us of our own inner lights.
Rag
time style
-Happy hands
-stand up
-move in beat
-we love to
move.
By the
Seaside Nocturne
Style of the
day right now is where I stand,
looking off
the precipice of time...
out where we
cannot see,
sight gone in
dawn's last hour,
we never know
why we wish to see.
"Lounge
Zen"
My mind
stilled to the sound of a melodious piano,
keys
tapping-touch,
Lightly
lilting a song through the air.
Allowing
bodies to relax and souls to sit at peace when some souls cannot normally
find still peace.
Relaxing as
if in a Zen Garden, with gentle curves, quiet colors to sooth the eyes,
filled with no other sound but the whispered wind,
rustling
leaves, feathery flap of birds on wing,
and the
fish,
golden-orange-blue-colors shimmering,
randomly
add a flowing splash to announce their presence,
if only
briefly.
What a way
for the mind to find rest from life's tireless race.
"Tree
Dream"
Yesterday,
when I lived at my
home,
carefree from
life's woes,
I recall days of
frolic and free fancy,
my three friends
and I,
we cared little
more than for fun.
In the sun-
we played war and
tag and more-
house and
shopping-
frisbee and catch-
and,
when the rain was
light and the leaves green,
we'd sit,
dry and safe
beneath a sheltering tree,
talking and
laughing below clouds,
as rain falls
sweetly around us,
peaceful,
tranquil,
I remember our
smiles here the best.
Just me,
my rain memory,
and my friends.
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