her
mirror soul
slow
saxophone blues
lost
inside
loud
jazz rhythm
night
shadow dancing
singing
silent
singing
for
the chance
where
lost
dreams
come
true
her
mirror soul
watching
trying
to believe
watching
the seeds
fall
to
earth
hard
winter dreams
carried
in
a long drift
beyond
yesterday
hard
ride bicycle glide
59th
street bridge song
moving
fast between
cares
and holes
long
fall
hudson
river ice
midnight
moon full
against
deep black
star
screams and silence
snow
covered fields
lifeless
reflecting
star-light
cold
roads
black
ice
longer
then tomorrow dare believe
for
the love of death
you
try
to
blind
the
eyes of god
with
too
many tears
forced
from
the
caring hearts
of
his angels
in
so, this poet
accuses
these cowards
of
hiding
behind children
these
pedophiles without souls
and
in a universe without hell
it
is they
who
create it!
winter sun
lost
under a gray winter's sway
deep
where dreams are lost
winter
sun
leave
fingers yearning
warm
window shade
wanders
your wall
along
where the night bleeds
wisdom
away
not
memories
echoes
life
mirror real
empty
hands
holding
warm fingers
immersed
beyond
belief
yet
alone all the same
winter
sun
leaving
dry lips yearning
water
dance woman
seeds
adrift
carrying
dreams
where
water believes
in
the movement
shadows
of moonlight
in
dance
a
water dance woman
calls
to reason
she
is deep
into
the season
of
her light
birth
is morning
whispers
only
call at night
as
seeds carry
her
beauty
and
mirrors shatter
with
truth
could
you watch me die
would
you laugh or cry
would
i live
within
the mirror
of
your long life delusion
a
speck of light
without
my
cherished self-awareness
quiet
my
soul becomes
just
quiet
no
virgins whispering
just
a universe alive
and
drifting
into
another life
into
eternity
a
speck without choice
or
a
circle a light a night
a
death a first breath
my
life
walking
upon
a circle's edge
in
death in life
in
candle light
a
shadow upon tomorrow's wall
words
of a blind god
dark
edge
the
world
standing
a
seeing man
seemingly
endless
sea
black-red
water
filled
with tears
dead
within
every
color skin
every
fallen dream
screams
afloat
clouds
low against
tomorrow's
sky
a
country
lost
souls wandering
still
trying to believe
in
the words
a
blind god
lost
within its own whispers
blind
men
lost
within.
talking
morning blues
send
me your dreams
i
will carry them
as
i dance
upon
the crest
where
waves of light
mirror
tomorrow
natural
stone
carved
true
dials
time
into
moments
i
see you
windblown
beauty
unborn
across the rhythm
a
universal metronome
echoes
across
young
girl blues
piano
keys playing
as
the crest falls
across
your sweet sighs
i
will love you
in
the mirror of tomorrow
as
i dance
words
words
just
words
or
just
maybe
a
pair of glasses
if
to
see differently
of
life
of
reality
once
seen
what
becomes real
just
words
or
a walkable rhyme
an
image of truth
carrying
a
poet lost within
an
artist's delusion?
lost
upon
a
frozen river
i
ache
sleeping
without
my
dreams
all
i can hear
the
screams
of
death
mask
lies
covering
water
and ice
drift
across
a northern stage
empty
rhyme
calls
to echoes
beneath
lost
to the darkside
of
time
until
i
choose
to
breathe
dance
with me
where
jesters dream
of
freedom
softly
carry my years
where
the eagle flies
mountain
water silence
deep
within
the
whispers
of
lost butterfly
winds
waves
of rhythm
carry
my truth
onto
your open
fingers
printed
upon my soul
shall
we dance
together
across
tomorrow's river
where
sweet water
carries
touch
long
into our eyes
together
may our fingerprints
fit
as
a drop of ice
upon
a rose
warm
no
reason to believe
rain
pours silence
down
on you
dance
naked
water
calls
to
the season
where
change bleeds
while
tomorrow concedes
dark
autumn eyes
lost
to
the treason of your sighs
ice
tears
call
to the rose
warm
lips
whisper
circle
game
sweet
blind boy blues
quiet
rain
water
music
just
dance
under
the light of darkness
colored
sand
falls
dry
fingerprints
dance
in the wind
a
man with no name
talks
to
a
god with no name
lost
carrying
sandstone
carved belief
a
wanderer
who
walks close to the sky
sees
without
relief
- jude
children
dancing, dancing till
"songs
to aging children"*
did
i run
so
long the road
where
silence walked
we
only talked of tomorrow
no
place
or
hand
to
rest our sorrows
waterfall
rain
cleans
the stains
left
by memories ancient
nameless
naked bodies astir
open
stage
where
the jester dares
dance
unridden
sorrow's
curtain wind blown
children
dancing
dancing
till the night
falls
black as sleep
what
does it mean
not
to believe
not
to bleed
not
to concede
silent
jester
written
pages
words
unfurled
to
see
beyond
silence
to
believe in
"songs
to aging children"*
of
untruth
i
yearn for silence
here
before these echoes
of
untruth
washing
away my fingerprints
dipping
deep
northern
river cold
below
the ice
scars
on my soul
no
mirror dares
call
to them
sing
me down
to
where dreams
lie
breathless
and
alone
see
me
tree
of reason
reflections
a
man without sighs
whose
feet have
been
called to
worn
paths
and
blood stained earth
if
a man
i
yearn for silence
young
girl
her
dance
deep
her
windblown eyes
upon
a stage
happy
sad
loving
glad
sometimes
when the rain
falls
does
the quiet call
to
her
where
she sees
tomorrow
dancing
her dance
where
she listens
to
the whispers
lost
within
her
windblown eyes
the
shadow dance of butterflies
her
quiet
windblown
eyes
tired
across
where memories
of
tomorrow have died
but
the body retains
all
those silent stains
never
safe to cry
upon
the wings of dragonflies
where
reason is often lost
dancing
the long dance
alone
where
only ghosts dream
what
can she see
late
night
mirror
light
holding
hard
just
a season of moments
gathering
dust
or
to
cast her eyes
deep
into
the shadows
called
forth
by
the dance of butterflies
Allah!
dare
i speak the name
of
god
dare
i ever perceive that
god
speaks to me
dare
i ever presume to
believe
in
myself
over god
dare
i ever Kill
in
god's name
Allah!
how
must you cry.
etched
by starlight
(the artist)
mountain
top light
as
breath
upon
a naked man's
scream
in the silence
fingers
reach
a
soul touches
the
edge of his world
does
he see god
or
truth
mirror
of the universe
giver
of dreams
etches
by starlight
tattoos
of tomorrow
color
upon his whispers
dare
a man live
dancing
upon
the
web of truth
invisible
before
all religions
with
fingers
that
have touched the sky
dare
a man live
never
lost
never
found
an
echo adrift between
man
and god
where
have you gone, my u.s. mail ?
come
rain
come
sleet
come
snow
(come
bottom dollar)
the
u.s. mail
to
what avail
shall
we still strive
to
hold together
our
50 states
or
do
we need room for
congressional
graft
within
every
crevice
of
our imploding country
the
u.s. mail
must
go on!
if
you say good-bye to
what
was never there
sitting
alone in an empty chair
caught
on the edge
a
memory without reflection
if
you were young
if
you were old
searching
for
your fingerprints
lost
where
moonlight shatters
upon
deep
lost eyes
no
reason left
to
breathe those sighs
tomorrow
calls to the nameless
you
now believe in silence
no
tear to cry
for
tomorrow morning's blues
old
man on the river
dreaming
if
only he had lived a life
worth
remembering
old
man
walking
the water upstream
passing
all paths untaken
old
man alone
lost
seasons
carried
as empty pockets
quickly
till
tomorrow
became
yesterday
old
man on the river
searching
for a dream
dusk
upon the river
peace
upon my soul
falls
a moment
where
do i go
years
back
where
rhythm told
carries
all you hold
often
unseen
where
dreams concede
or
forward
where
a man
sweats
and cries
lives
& dies
within
this soft light
do
i dare once more
dance
across a wooden floor
lost
to the shadow of
candle
flame
where
a body might
vibrate
with
the rhythm of tomorrow's
song.
leaves
upon a tree
soft
dreams lost screams
echoes
stones
within a path
long
time
long
ago
chose
to see
seasons
fall
leaves
upon a tree
a
chance
to
believe
a
poet or a capitalist
certain
moments
called
stood
before me
if
you touch the tree
who
will you forever be
a
poet lost within tomorrow
a
man wanting
screams
of a soul
with
nowhere to go
do
you dare
to
live within truth
no
reworking upon
the
mirror of reality
do
you dare
accept
into your heart
memories
that
stand beyond your touch
mirror
mirror
on
the wall
who
was i
who
am i
who
will i be
do
you dare
dance
upon the water
within
your blood?
deep
within silence
where
lightning dreams
as
ice believes
if
a
man learns
to
breathe
between
moments
time
blinks
still
water
death
is life
life
is death
echoes
remember
eyes
deeper
than a woman's sight
so
so alive
in
the darkness
deep
within silence
her
name
water
stitching
holding
morning
sky
a
cloud's eye
drawn
truth
or reality
she
dares to see
young
girl
pictures
on the wall
treason
calls
from
what season
owned
by empty tears
of
man
does
god hate
or
do
blind boys
run
in fear
she
dances in the
shadows
of her belief
carves
rice paper dreams
still
wind
touch
upon her eyes
dusk
revisions
a
girl child tied
wooden
chair window sighs
sight
old
god tree sings
free
the
silence of a woman's
blues
why
does it seem
only
a young girl can hear
sings
a god's pictures
drawn
across
where
dusk meets sky
talking
shadow seeds
mirror
water
river
mud
sunset
slow scream
can't
know
what
time seams
call
to you
your
breath stalls
silence
a
picture drawn by
a
child's bleed
talking
shadow seeds
ripples
hard
rhyme woman
when
a man loves
angel
stone upon
a
grave's sand
falling
years
falling
through his hand
ripples
across an
old
man's eyes
sighs
from a season lost
deep
within
mirror
water
river
mud
your
epic refrain
reading
/ writing "the electric Kool-Aid acid test"
on
the road
sweet
human silence
long
day
tired
thumb
so
many days
come
to reside
peace
upon your eyes
lost
faces
leave
their traces
as
echoes
deep
within a cavern
of
light
is
it just
sweet
warming air
across
a change in rhyme
springtime
listening
to "america"
longing
your
epic refrain
the
sound of iron wheels
miss
that old blues train
might
have loved her
long
time gone
when
a
young girl to woman
lost
her name
might
have lost her
within
a flight of seeds
a
drift of needs
found
within an empty box
couldn't
love her
anymore
couldn't
stop her echo
slow
drift
like
fingerprints left
upon
a free soul
empty
mirrors
with
nowhere to go
just
drops of ink
stains
across time
nothing
left
empty
rhymes
memories
of truth lost
along
with
a
young girl's fame
as
she danced for him
hard
wood earth
where
only shadows
dared
receive
naked
dreams filled her
warm
evening eyes
wind
across his lips
a
man could only fall
to
his knees
offering
his whispers
echoes
lost
warm
morning high desert
winds
still
she danced
firelight
trees and sky
starlight
the
water of her draining sips
holds
a poet
shifting
sands
only
her own blood
would
she see
only
a poet on his knees
silent
socks
on the floor
no
locks on the door
was
it the mirror
was
it the silence
between
the poet's words
which
called to her
as
she danced for him
old
blood stains
caught
behind
a
wall of quiet
shattered
time
adrift
soft
silent snow
blowing
ice breath
time
to rest
pacing
wall to wall
no
one to hear you fall
old
blood stains
a
rumpled sheet
in
a corner
in
defeat
tired
eyes
no
sighs left in a man lost
battle
worn
memories
play
in
stop motion film
images
within a blank mirror
eyes
of death
a
man drowning under the tears
of
children torn
ice
breath across his soul
silence
never-ending
a
man lost
north
of time
searching
rhythm
sunset
horizon call
painted
by all the
blind
gods within
the
drift of wind torn clouds
images
burned
into a concrete wall
images
woman
dancing
open
palms
believing
south
china sea winds
whispers
adrift
pacific
ocean refrain
sand
falling
broken
glass knowing
calm
eye dreaming
where
water falls
talk
of tomorrow
where
a deaf man listens
pies
piper mirror glistening
dared
a man to believe in
wet
paint upon a sign
north
of time
and
tomorrow
free
water dancing
within
a window
two
dreams
a
child
wide
eyes
seeing
white
cape sparkle
deep
stars
pitch
black night
free
water
calling
perchance
dancing
within
a dolphin song
new
york city slow
feet
tapping
fingers
snapping
old
whisky sweat
bleeker
street regression
old
school bar
where
even morning
is
night
shadow
retreat
slow
jazz fizz
bleeding
rhythm
shaded
balance
where
a north country
girl
disappeared
where
only a
dusty
jeans
tee-shirt
torn
war
born
poet
still believes in her
as
dares
to
see
where
god deceives
where
reality lies lost
within
the shadows of
empty
whisky glasses
within
if
how
does a man
destined
for death
manage
to avoid
that
image across his eyes
and
why
what
if one looked so deep
within
one's eyes
that
you can attune
your
soul to the echoes of
tomorrow
and
dare choose a different image
as
dance to its rhythm
just
inches beyond the light
or
does
chance
dance
across your shadow
unseen;
seen...
petals
deep
night drift
water
lost
sand
within
north
wind
across
a child's eyes
where
tears of dusk
linger
if
taught
such
flowers shatter
as
crystals falling
onto
rice paper
till
words
call
to the sweet odor
of
color
adrift
petals
of light
across
a child's
sight
first
kiss
summer
rhyme
boardwalk
walking
mermaid
dreams crash
waves
sound across time
beach
sand
yesteryear
chancing
pacific
ocean
clear
blue
sunset
rising
night
calling
sweet
moonlight singing
young
girl falling
your
arms reaching
first
kiss a bare wisp
of
truth
a
second kiss deeper then
tomorrow
shadow
veil sweet darkness
beyond
touch
where
upon empty fingertips
sweet
sips still echo
carry
on lost boy
mirror,
mirror
nothing
to see
but
emptiness where
love
used to be
sad
eyes bleed
where
free tomorrow seeds
believe
in
summer rhymes
in
mermaid dreams
in
a first kiss
and
tomorrow
where
moonlight recedes
a
walk
upon
sunlight
shadows
bleed
what
does a man need
ice
frozen seeds
if
the wind concedes
will
she believe
in
his warm eyes
born
deep
in where
moonlight
recedes
a
walk alone
within
darkness
concrete
sidewalk echoes
blackness
behind
framed
windows
street-lamps
casting
no shadows
expectation
before
a wooden door
in
a dream
morning
drift
dare
she believe
in
where
moonlight recedes
dirty
feet and no sighs
she
was not beautiful
but
she could see such beauty
carved
into her broken soul
such
sweet waterfall truths
i
miss her
rice
paper dreams
as
her unvoiced south china sea whispers
even
in her silence
screams
of
broken
girl child rhyme
echoed
where
concrete sidewalks
called
to truth upon
her
sandaled feet
owning
no street-lamp retreat
tears
within closet shadows
midnight
defeat
young
girl lost
within
a dance of color
across
her fall
loved
too young
lost
her light to
man-thief
his
empty mirror eyes
and
where she died
alone
dirty
feet and no sighs
tasting
the fall
death
the
long shadow
possibilities
across
ice torn visions
have
you weakened
fallen
across
the cries
of
the banshee
a
wind
a
crazy crazy wind
a
wind so deep
a
water of silence
flowing
asleep
awake
yesterday
tomorrow
what
might one see
if
you chance
to
remember
to
retain
as
the banshee cries
on
a wind so deep
capturing
starlight
far
sky
summer
ice call
long
walking
where
mountains sigh
water
sweet
upon my lips
sky
lake
capturing
starlight
as
dreams within your tears
truth
in
my years
forever
mirror
in
my years
- jude
nyc
bicycle dancing
blacktop
stage
week
day sunlight
summertime
debate
fast
is right
fast
is wrong
young
boy dreaming
worn
shoes
torn
pants
car
soot stains
hard
open eyes catching
the
wind
chancing
maybe
life or death
celebration
on a empty life
speed
across possibilities
flying
faster
maybe
just to touch
tomorrow
ink staining
fingertips
straining
fast
stepping
till
sunset bleeds silent
just
a young boy
with
holes in his socks
under
their dried skin flag
summer
wind
carrying
our sins
freedom
ice
glass sounding board
truth
whispers fall
with
midnight skin tears
where
boys dare
to
believe in the
words
of men
and
their dried skin flag
they
say
die
for my sins
as
they paint their dreams
with
the blood of children
where
a summer wind blows
they
build their country
without
god or soul
desert
freedom
where
sand swallows
both
blood
and tears
across
the bones
all
the bones
white
without fear
butterfly
blue
at
rest upon
lost
fingerprints
sunrise
shade dreams
wait
carry
long winds
across
the
light of silence
lost
dreaming
circle
water falls
where
souls walk blind
butterfly
blue
who
will
believe in you...
summer's
gone
(a broken human blues song)
caught
in a box
glass
walls
walking
slow
cane
slow
circles
skipping
clouds across
far
blue sky
looking
for yesterday
beliefs
left on a
summer
frozen mountain top
dream
hitch-hiking
down
across
time
trying
not to bleed
onto
tomorrow's mirror fall
long
road
summer's
gone
where
sand covers
a
poet's last song.
darkness
light
rainbow
reflection
time
drift on
a
clear day
silent
voice whispering
atlantic
ocean river
flowing
north
warm
Caribbean winds
shattering
northern lights
waterfall
exception
seeds
calling
to
all the dreams
lost
at sea
sunlight
fall
dusk
a
teardrop upon an open palm
sand
falling onto glass
where
an
evening star falls
shattering
the rhyme
water
circles
time
drift across darkness light.
lying
on your last bed
lost
within
dreaming
your last dream
silence
in song
a
shattered glass
still
filled with
time
belief
like a tattered quilt
spread
haphazard across
old
wooden floor tainted by
spilled
wine
scared
fingerprints
reaching
an
old withered hand
one
last poem
written
upon your lips
as
the wind blows
no
tomorrow
sweat
stains
all
good-byes
white
sheets blowing
in
the rain
on
the sea
young
man on a river
in
silence
till
tomorrow
where
water
follows the wind
old
man on the sea
dreaming
till
today
in
silence
you
tear across my dreams
like
a banshee
filled
with hope
lost
within
closed
fingers of truth
sky
carved rock
mountain
breath
a
moment
time
in sway
wind
across a clock face
your
finger
touch
you
traced a line
where
a soul dared seed
black
star-lit tree
late
night cries
tattoos
carved
deep
within my eyes
like
a banshee
filled
with hope...
shadow
dancer
high
mountain
ice
river call
woman
dancing
across
shadows
cast
where
time recedes
and
a young girl believed
her
echo
blood
truth
stained
upon
deep
ice cave walls
where
tomorrow
believes in
yesterday
grandfather
clock mirror stain
sea
salt wet
atlantic
ocean boardwalk
walking
time
drifting across
sound
before silence
waves
breaking washing
sand
to and fro
play
me a song
mr.
blues man
guitar
strings call
to
the curtains of dusk
falling
shadow
beach dreams
wind
talking
whispers
dream-walk
rhyming
water
upon my lips
a
young girl believing
in
lost
grandfather
clock mirror stain
summer
waterfall calls
butterfly
blue silence
a
dance of echoes
naked
feet rock climbers
retreat
a
stage to dare
a
rage to believe in
picasso
carved cloud shine
shadow
seeds
somewhere
to bleed free
under
the shade of
young
trees
dragonfly
cloud skating
ice
dust
a
blind man's breath
finger
writing
fingerprints
frozen
white
marble sculpting
initials
carved wooden table
uneven
late night stains
cloud
walking
waiting
for the rain
loss
without shadows
white
rocks calling
lighthouse
without a name
tom
waits in song
empty
whisky glass
falling
soft
wind
dusk
line
break
between
sky
and dreams
silence
and
dreams
soft
wind
ends
before it begins
sins
stains
upon your fingers
adrift
in time
deep
wet lovin' lips
a
young boy's belief in
across
a young girl's dares
mountain
water ice
fingers
frozen in touch
lovers
dare to believe
tomorrow
seeds
unseen
her
sweet songs
echoes
a
mountain's call
death
without rest
his
hand
fingerprints
upon her
naked
skin
cold...
river
light
soft
summer nights
young
voices in play
old
man smiling blues
worn
wooden benches
lost
dancing forgotten
summer
warm dreams
fire
hydrants spray
relief
maybe
tomorrow
maybe
cool air
shadow
sails
on
a river drift
old
man believes
in
late
night breeze
string
band incredible
walking
with
you
moonlight
light reflection
lost
in
the shadows
lay
that season down
fire
in my eyes
children
burning
mothers
without hope
my
country crumbling
a
scream still echoing
long
future slide
war
and hate
long
road circle refrain
native
dance
dry
tears reaching
from
deep
within the sand
west
wind
warm
desert breath cry
lay
that season
down
where
those piano blues
sound
round
and round
till
no
blood left to seed
fire
in my eyes
water
across my sight
caught
on
a long future slide
lost
light
morning
dreams
quiet
soul
sunflower
seeds
summer
wind
- jude
frozen
in marble
might
she dance for me
trouble
in my eyes
warm
summer nights
open
window
hard
city shadows
reflection
upon a concrete wall
owned
by silence
as
time falls down my brow
a
splatter upon the floor
a
pollock scream
paint
across my feet
wind
fire hot
where
echoes a tick of a tock
when
a man wants
to
fall
to
love a woman
silence
within a phone call
her
gypsy smile
if
only tomorrow
lived
by another name
tired
eyes
waiting
just
for a moment of sleep
caught
lost
waiting
for a cool wind
if
lost your name
on
an ancient highway
stained
with the blood
of
bobby of martin of jeffery of allison of william of sandra of ...
songs
of dreamtime
where
whispers
of peace
rose
to screams
if
lost
your history
on
your long walk
down
dirt roads
ending
on sand stained
where
atlantic ocean calls
waves
washing ink
from
the pages
of
truths past
if
an
old man
telling
stories long unheard
cries
of sea birds
hurricane
winds
wash
the sky empty
so
strong the empty mirror call
if
you
lost your name
on
a modern black-top street
stained
with the tears
of
memory and
silence
when
lovers come to dance
on
a mountain's drift
where
freedom
stains
upon the rain
lovers
come
to dance
upon
their
chance
of life
hard
rock dreams
as
butterflies sing
deep
silence
across
star-light
sweet
flesh forever night
a
man finds
a
woman binds
a
season of love
rises
full
moon echo
beats
the hearts
joining
where
on
a mountain's drift
freedom
stains
carves
water true
sharp
defines
steel-stringed
hard blues
bright
sun blue
far
cotton clouds
nowhere
child refrain
tom
waites walking rhyme
snap
jazz echoes
whiskey
soaked
wooden
table
late
afternoon shadows
soul
touched
still
trying
to
concede
wind
warm
northwestern
late
summer recede
water
wind stall
taking
a minute to breathe
long
road
tired
travel eyes
lost
a girl behind
desert
wind storm blind
in
a dream
your
reach adrift
within
the shadow
of
almost
nomad
summer call
long
fall
into
tomorrow
asphalt
between your toes
no
time refrain
slow
fall window pane
eyes
call to the blue
far
ocean whisper
calls
walkabout
looking
for a girl lost
just
beyond
summertime
blues
morning
light
dream
winds
where
only closed eyes
remember
lost
deep
silence
belief
shattered
mirror
from
echoes
bleed
tomorrow
dare
to see
slow
dancing
her
beating heart
lost
sad
eyes
longing
against your tries
a
season lost
where
winter stained
glass
window
rivers
call to the rain
slow
dancing
covered
in dreams
snow
warm
fingers
fall
to the waters
loss
and truth
winds
ice
across
frozen
eyes
far
echoes
a
grave
without
sky
deep
within
a broken man's quiet
a
soul wants to fly
a
body wants to die
dualities
in rhyme
in
earth time
a
cross of flesh
mirrors
behind revisions
if
a man can't cry
where
does he find
silence
where
does a godless man
dance
just
before truth
and
chance
long
jazz silence
where
young boys play
rock
climbing
mountain
calling
friends
in trust
adventuring
where men
fear
to go
young
boys reach
to
the largest dreams
if
imaginations dare
old
friends
have
names changed so
from
where
wall
of fear unclear
glass
houses painted black
time
time
never
flows back
years
real
mountains climbed
high
clouds tasted
played
high rock
long
jazz silence
old
school letters
unanswered
dusty
bibles
sing
hymns
where
telephones
don't
believe
and
blind men
claim
to see.
sweet
morning jazz blue
search
for the silence
deep
where echoes
lie
and
the tears of dreams withheld
walk
bare
feet leaving prints
dali
screams images upon windows
glass
falling
emptiness
left where fingerprints
don't
believe
always
till
tomorrow
imprints
in sand
images
deep
lost
in
the lines of your hand
seeing
the beauty
of
a blind man's sighs
as
he reads
pearl
s. buck
hard
harlem streets
woman
talking
can
you believe in
what
only
you see
beauty
below the dirt
caked
to last
concrete
bicycle riding
new
your city traffic
child
playing
trying
to fall in love
the
white marble hands
of
rodan's
hand
of god
saying
good-bye with
a
bag of jelly beans
just
before disappearing
a
long highway ride
unfinished
interstate 80
pacific
ocean dream
vietnam
war scream
what
does it all
mean.
sunset
revisions
across
the echoes of
a
rhyme
a
cross between
belief
and time
images
drawn by words
moving
lines
carved
by north sea ice winds
into
the
water mirror
do
you see
do
you remember
dancing
across
old concrete roads
traveling
west
days
without rest
glass
where
are your screams
when
you're enclosed by glass
blind
man
caught
between motion
and
memory
ocean
dream washing his
feet
clean
sunset
revisions
vibrations
colors
dance
across
the trace of
shadow
silence
until
death or
tomorrow
remembers
where
ocean
water called
and
a young man
tasted
salt
upon
the lips of
a
mermaid's song
longing
for
forever
lost
behind a glass wall
heavy
rain rhythm
child
wind
dream
walker
forgot
his name
late
night incision
deep
blood
call
ancients
fall
black
sand
lost
fingerprints
sweet
kisses on an empty hand
silent
mirror hangs
paris
museum
rodan
doors
heavy
rain rhythm
lost
images
deeper
then tomorrow
last
song played
greenwich
village
washington
square park
to
a moving crowd
sunset
shadow call
musician
gave his
all
he
played
for
the echo to believe
in
ghost
echoes
bleeker
street dusk
images
upon a wall
wine
and tea
poetry
carved
pen
knife wooden tables
1963
maryjane
dreams
the
snap of fingers
for
what
what
means
empty
glasses stained
sing
unwashed
floors
open
doors
midnight
rain
songs
sung
to the call of seabirds gone
last
song played
to
the fading crowds
and
pitch black
shadows
song
sung to a young girl's sighs
dream
water
rain
across her season
waves
of light
washes
reason
where belief
is
adrift
long
summer
footprints
remain
stains
upon
sand
motion
carries frozen tears
years
echo rhyme
sung
to a young girl's
sighs
tries
to fly
deeper
young
woman within
never
believed in sin
never
walked towards tomorrow
late
summer rain
boardwalk
sunset stain
dead
clown dancing
dream
child weeping
slow-time
waking
mirror
walled
between
echoes and truth
silence
not
need
late
autumn
winter
seed
old
oak
tree
bleed
wind
your
breath tries
to
believe
if
where the earth
concedes
truth
deep
lines carved
by
time
a
rhyme of love
broken
leaves
covered
by snow
whispers
they linger
where
a
strong man
cries
silence
burnt
red lonely sky
where
butterfly dreams
fly
belief
in the shade
of
memories
sometime
tomorrow
slow
wind drift
sorrow
blood
upon the stage
hard
steel string blues
late
night dancing
chancing
her name
across
where silence
precedes
sand
across a wooden floor
seeds
afloat
you
dance
alone
hawaiian
black sand
if
she could dance
one
last dance
she
would
chance
the
dreams of fary children
whose
eyes
whisper
of light
and
water truth
pacific
island call
midway
between
the
south china sea
and
hawaiian
black sand
child
in a woman's dream
woman
dancing
mirror
within a child's eyes
without
food
just
sand in their tears
without
love
where
is their god
who
justifies
killing
women
children
where
is our tomorrow
with
them gone
where
is our sorrow
and
where is our solution
another
war
always
another
war
just
sand
in
a poet's years
in
this circle
of
humanity lost.
man
without a name
man
without a country
dream
without
where
history's truth cries
unseen
reality
without belief in
something
more something less
child
without a voice remembers
a
people crying
for
hope lost
where
do they walk
who
will see them
carry
them
broken
sighs
across
borders
tries
of men
with
families true
the
oldest country in the world
the
only country god believes in
bloodied
earth
broken
rhyme
do
you hear the tears of angels
drowning
the
eyes of our children
isis,
you follow the christian god's history in your massacre of the innocents!
tears
of rage
upon
this stage
of
godless evil men
for
as they kill the innocent
GOD
cries!
empty
souls
they
grow
from
the seeds
of
our greed
tears
of silence
deep
we cry
man
leans upon a window
of
ice
his
screams frozen within
his
dreams caught in a moment
his
eyes
watch
through the folds
of
time
where
only
it
is the sea
that
calls
it
is the silence
that
folds
space
frozen
footsteps
hold
echoless
across
barren land
man
wants to cry
mirror
mirror memory fall
where
ice breaks
man
forsaken
tick
tock
where
a moon crests
a
man smiles
unheard
quiet
winter
sun
light
upon frozen eyes
dreams
shatter
where
children cry
in
a season
where
man celebrates
survival
before
a
long winter to come
we
sing our songs
of
hope
of
peace
how
do we hear
the
voices of children
who
dance blind
upon
the chance of life
what
will you teach
your
children
to
believe
to
see
to
love
or
to
fear
to
hate
what
shadows
tears
across your soul
below
the silent voices of children
sing
high
the
voice of
children
where
the water dance
carves
truth
across
the sky
dream
deep
below
the silence
teach
well
the
dance of
age
as
a child grows
to
see
dare
them
to
believe
in
only sweet rhymes
and
love
a
long dream
lost
tears
carry
deep
where
rhyme
crosses
time
in
a sweet dream
an
old man believes
in
the truth
of
his bleeds
fingerprints
lost
truth
calls
where
a life begins
a
child lost to a break
in
reality perceived
a
first love shattered
a
story old
a
sweet girl dead with
nothing
said
a
broken poetess young
found
within
a
grave unmarked
a
family born
on
an open road
a
sweeter rhyme sung
never
old never young
when
your song is long
color
me
black
and white
lost
in the dark
blind
in the light
cold
river wind
northern
whispers
so
deep the water
blood
veins
flow
with the ice
south
warm
ocean dreams
carry
me
where
old men
may
believe
once
more
lost
within
images
a
long death
no
rest
where
tomorrow
lies
upon an open hand
can
a poet teach
to
walk away
to
rise from
a
grave of many quests
to
shatter the mirror
can
he laugh
at
the gods
once
again
and
run into the wind
to
find his dream
where
the
poet began
as
a child tries
a
small dream
starlight
within
silence
sweet
and long
caught
between
the
dare
and
the mirror
there
within
a
universe sighs
as
a child tries
to
be
born
-
jude
once
music
followed
where
a poet's
dream
fell
as
words upon snow
ice
frozen
musicians
talk the walk
their
silence
calls
only to the mirror
water
sees
into time's refrain
music
without
stain
broken
the
circle game
painted faces
i walk
upon the water
of a dream
in time
color
outside the lines
painted faces
sad clown traces
a wall without mirrors
when she doesn't
love me anymore
lost on a road
concrete and echoes
sunshine and
silence
a man can learn to
see
himself
in the 2:00 am deep sky
starlight reflections
where upon a desert cold
and her warm skin
deep in sin or truth.
- jude
morning
morning rhyme
where time dares
if
ice
wall mirror
twice seen
believe or bleed
in
where
the tears of tomorrow
within the child
when
a woman dances
when
silence calls
wind through
singing trees
morning walks
across
if echoes
water calling
falling
- jude