sits
in a window
dark
light
lost
deep
within
unwritten
rhymes
and
winter nights
cold
dreams
walk
alone
where
shadows, only shadows
call
your name
a
boy
he
wishes for rain
hoarfrost
to
stain upon his soul
long
years
all
lived
without
tears
a
man
just
a man
sits
in a window
where
glass melts as ice
bleeding
upon a
paint
worn
ice
torn
wooden
frame
dark
light
reflections
within a window pane
simple
song
and
a long refrain
whispers
light
lost
an
aging man’s
circles
bleed
truth
when
eyes that see
still
walk
alone
within
where
dares
winter
wind
to
believe
in
a mirror
and
all he sees
sweet
tomorrows
where rivers dream
- jude
speechless
if
tries whisper
where
butterflies dream
deep
within
dancing
across
the
rings
as
trees sigh
when
a woman
believes
but
is speechless
before
time
only
rhyme
dares
bleed
her eyes
to
the rhythm
of
water
today
falls
as
tomorrow’s
echo
in
silence.
silence
where
sings
water
across
color
deep
within
a
night
as
falls
time
within
a
mirror
dreams
lost
where
dances
a
fall
of
seasons
still
wind
begins
a
walk of rhythm
a
sweet woman
where
dances
color
across
a child’s whisper
blue
ice
thick
upon my soul
if
within
a window pane
closed
eyes
whispered
sighs
echo
lost
un-walked
streets
where
reflections
rain
where
memories hold
no
answers
stain
carved
deep
seeps
below
blood’s
rhythm
life
too
soon to die
as
a desert’s tears
free
every lie
when
longer
night, wind
calls
when
a
man stalls
dancing
dancing
in
the isles
in
rhythm
songs
and smiles
mirrors
within her eyes
white
mountain tries
woman
wants to believe
north
atlantic storm
will
sing
a
song
of
the season
crossing
ice
winds
and
reason
man
on an ocean floor
dancing
for
something more
like
tears
frozen
onto
the footprints
lost
upon the burning sand
like
children
breathing
sweat
as air
dying
long
summer
concrete
walking
dreams
to
wash away the hunger
child
is
a man
too
young
to
believe
like
years
wandering
a
man
too
old
is
a child
believing
sweet
clean sand
whispers
deep
in
his soul
till
there
is nowhere
left
to go…
sing
sing
harmonica
your
dark morning blues
one
more dance
if
the wind
deep
within
silent
echoes
bleed
soul bleed
till
your
blood turns
water
dreams
eyes
inside
walking
ocean
current
talking
long
night
whiskey
sipping
remembering
sleeping
cold
wind
from
within
black
ice falls
sing
harmonica
one
more dance
she
walks a concrete street
with
sweet rhythm
and
no defeat
doesn’t
dare
to
bleed
where
anyone might see
in
dreams
deep
shadows
of anywhere
comb
longer
thoughts
warm
dark hair
across
her eyes
as
she sighs
could
of loved someone true
subway
train dancing
chancing
to
be seen
to
believe
north
atlantic winds
remember
her
and
tomorrow.
when
time
and
the wind
reaching
trees
calling
speaks
to me
i
stand
on
the edge
of
a river of sand
daring
to
scream,
of
water
of
children
our
children
living
without thirst
living
where dares the wind
where
dares
within
fingers small
to
hold
and
dream…
- jude
the
rain
sweet
love so deeply
once
lost
in the echo
where
gods dream
when
time breaks truth
and
rhyme calls in music
i
walk along the edge
of
whispers
carrying
no tears
only
years
water
bleeds
life
sweeter
refrain
when
man
dares
to
believe in the rain.
talking
rhyme
walking
dreams
sweet
voice
when
she dares
what
she means
young
years
on
the edge
of
music
of
chance
to
perceive
reflections
in an ocean mirror
talking
rhyme
girl
finds
wet
sand holding
her
hand’s print
to
bleed
where
believes the seasons
reason
within
her walking dreams
a
butterfly’s wind
as
dances dreams
within
the
breath of a child
who
sees
where
light bends
who
believes
rhyme
sweet rhyme
in
beginnings
in
echoes
in
endless trees
daring
to breathe
still
walk
upon
a butterfly’s wind
visions
whisper
where
only death calls
to
the silence of shadows
within
static movement
as
motionless years
hold
always
before
and
tomorrow…
dream
dancing
on
water
deep
summer sighs
beyond
moments
early
spring warm
long
shadows
follow
a
traveler’s song
disappearing
down
a long deep rhyme
talking
of
silence
and
other fallen things
if
time dared to question
where
moments stall
believing
believing
in
nothing
or
in all
disappearing
lost
dreams on a concrete street
within
her hand, closed
north
atlantic wind
a
summer chill
held
across a moment
still
as
a paris dream
is
dreamt
upon
the lip
of
a wine glass filled
where
her shadow
bleeds
but
only
if
she dares to believe
before
mirror,
mirror
alice!
if you please
where
is
the magic in my hand
when
sand
within
the tears
of
her sighs
falls
down the years
so
asks alice
do
you see
reasons
to dare
reasons
to still believe
within
a wind
just
before she sleeps
late
night echoes
on
a concrete street
where
seasons call…
no
retreat
broken
by an echo
while
dancing
lost
on a quiet street
late
night
street-lamp
shadow
retreat,
no
one to believe in
just
another child
with
no where to sleep
searching
seeds
on the wind
searching
where
walk the dreams
black
to white
glass
sighs
shattered
seasons
shattered
eyes
just
a stolen soul
lost
on a quiet street
within
the shadow
of
a girl child’s
trust.
in
summertime
deep
and easy
young
girl finds
long
time dreaming
slow
dance
in
the shadow
of
an evening rain
where
the woman
always
tomorrow
sweet
refrain
long
rhyme
a
child in a mirror
where
a mother dreams
as
sand falls
dares
to believe
woman-child
dancing
on
a moving train
in
summertime
screams
when
the wind calls
where
night
and
light
falls
when
it’s time to
live
or die
tired
morning
is
a
mirror’s dream
in
silence
if
rhyme
isn’t
what it screams
roadside
tar
upon
the soles
of
my feet
longer
walks
deep
within
shade-less
heat
always
tomorrow
just
over the next rise
silence
if
whispers
where
echoes call
behind
open eyes
a
trail of blood
as
drops of time
fall
within
footprints
left
behind
sand
and mirrors
concede
as
a man
never
speaks
silence
where
a
man never retreats
in
a dream lost
carved
by a nightmare’s
silence
a
death rattle
a
birth scream
between
in-between
breath
and
all the rest
daring
to
dance
that last dance
across
an ice stage
a
mirror of chance
if
an old man
in
a young man’s stance
when
a
northern river calls
across
a rhyme
of
broken sighs
i
tried to see
tried
to believe
in
the blood
that
touched as life
time
ocean
time
midnight
nyc
subway dream
alone
where
no one
can
feel
my
scream
water
covers my soul
when
tomorrow comes
but
never
goes.
if
on the road
when
it’s time
to
say good-bye
and
tomorrow has come
days
they
do grow longer
songs
are sung
walking
the land
rhythm
has begun
wind
blows
tracks
in the sand
maybe
deep
in a mirror
i’ll
remember
to
love her
just
one more rhyme
if
i could believe
yet,
when it’s time
and
tomorrow has come
cry,
sweet
mercy, cry
the
girl
she
walks down my street
she
dances
in
full stride
across
long
china sea winds
late
night
shadow
dreaming
when
she bleeds
memory
where
wooden doors
concede
her
subway singing
dares
in
her lost summertime sighs
warm
summer night streams
an
open window
calls
between,
an empty street
and
where i
long
night dreams
sweet
echo seams
cry,
sweet
mercy, cry.
paints
the rhythm
within
a frame
within
a picture
deep
i drift
where
the whispers of art
makes
my dance
dream
in
a moment’s stance
maybe
if
i believe
in
what i see
maybe
seasons
fall
to
the call of the sea
blood
paints the rhythm
of
my heart’s breath
of
light
if
mirror sight
deep
within
a frame
returns
rhythm
lost
on
a ledge
on
the edge
where
one
sees
eagles
die
trying
to sing
the
wind
within
where
the blues
returns
rhythm
to
your soul
when
lost
watching
as
the
earth cries
trying
to believe
daring
to sigh
if
eyes whisper
if
eyes bleed truth
a
sweet rhyme
across
time
and
on the eight day
god
cried
music
whispers silence
angel’s
sigh
a
child bleeds to death
alone
within a desert scream
for
all the world to see
still
again
still
again
can
one remember when
reason
painted
across
a season
of
change
of
birth
a
morning’s sorrow
just
another tomorrow
and
on the eight day.
a
lost man blues
nighttime
on the edge
of
rhyme
we
were
a
long time
on
a road
endless
rhythm
watch-less
no
time dared call us
home
homeless
with
only sighs to
call
your own
when
“bobby” died
so
the sky cried once more
a
boy became a man
while
wandering across
the
graves of children
who
were dying from
the
vietnam war
daring
to bleed
lost
to
a rain of tears
and
where a
wandering
man
began
long
dreams
stare
across
the sky
homeless
man
still
daring
to wonder why
light
against shadow
deep
within
an autumn dream
where
falls
the
call of rain
soft
against the silence
all
across
a
woman’s
earth
rhyme stain
time
believes in
the
moment of her eyes
touching
upon her sweet sighs
if
a mirror wall
never
falls
across
as
dusk whispers of color
and
a woman
still
dances
sift
within the quiet
long
between
light
and shadow
clouds
dark
within
the shadow of clouds
a
light chill
draws
a quiet wind
between
sky
and river
a
last autumn sail
movement
up a slow river
a
soft dream
life
across
a portal of death
is
a soul at rest
river
water
and
no rain
a
moment to belong
before
tomorrow
breaks light
upon
a
long way into rhyme
and
lost words
upon
a current’s refrain.
shades
of autumn
long
ocean dream
dancing
her
sighs
deeper
from
within
a
woman who tries
is
always
born
again tomorrow
shades
of autumn
soft
eyes
across
a morning warmth
she
walks sweetly
upon
her own water
believing
in
her
long
ocean whispers
where
children dare to believe
sitting
on a
new
york city stoop
painted
red
just
below a darkened
railroad
apartment
2
bedrooms / 5 people
1969
autumn
has fallen
no
trees grow within concrete sidewalks
to
notice /
winter
whispers
long
wind rhyme
cold
across
a late evening
windows
are lit
walking
in time
a
poet begins his crawl
across
my mind
as
a boy
doesn’t
believe in believing
there
is death and war
in
my eyes
and
so deeply he sighs
long
wind rhyme
i
sit
lost
within a street-lamp
shadow
drifting
light
shifting
looking
for reason
in
a season
where
children dare to believe
suddenly
1976
death
and war
still
a loud echo
in
my tries
yet
in
my eyes
whispers
the breath
of
a child
within
the shadow
of
christmas tree lights
softly
bleeding her sighs
in
a season
where
children dare to believe
in
a poet’s find
adrift
within
a man’s mind.
winter
tree
snow-rhyme
dreaming
where
winter
children are dancing
warm
ice
drawn
across
cold windows
a
child’s whispers
can
be heard
echoes
as
a winter bird
flies
free
and
so stands the winter tree
snow-time
dreaming
where
children dare to believe
lost
within
just
a room
filled
with ghost dreams
ancient
screams
they
fade to echoes
in
the silence
winter
calls to me
from
deep within
the
rhythm of my breath
is
it life or death
time
is tattooed upon my soul
no
fear
just
one last road
lost
upon
naked
feet
lost
in a ghost dream
evermore…