a
long winter rhyme
in
the silence of
a
morning dream
whispers
walk softly
where
a soul dares
to
believe
in
dance
in
frenzy
in
a
long winter rhyme
dark
tattoos
upon
a wall of time
mirror,
mirror
within
the shadow behind
echoes
lost in a fall of glass
chimes
ring out
before
the rise
of
an ancient sun
if
upon a circular stage
when
a beautiful girl
walks
in her woman’s shoes.
i
stood upon
rocky
mountain winds
screamed
across
a
stage of pacific ocean dreaming
through
the night screaming
rain
a
rhythm in rhyme
whispered
a name
and
yet
i
slept alone
summer
ice
an
early morning seed
ever
so young
a
man bleeds
sighs
across his tries
sweet
cold summer wind
questions
his beliefs
as
beauty dares
to
catch his eye
eternal
sky
standing
bigger then
where
stars stage
if
a boy learns
to
believe in the mirror
he
sees.
more
then and tomorrow
just
tries
walking
long dreams
between
earth and sky
conceding
truth
where
dragonflies dream
lost
within young eyes
quiet
shadows
deep
growth
a
girl child stands
where
trees call
under
whispering clouds
as
she sighs
so
she listens
so
she speaks
in
the language of
where
dragonflies dream
so
the
earth believes
in
a girl child’s
tries.
across
time
sweet
tears of dream rain
fall
as emerald pearls
earth
sighs across morning flesh
echoes
rhythm
across time
where
writes a rhyme
carved
in long seasons
and
a young man
loved
a young woman
dancing
down water’s silence
in
belief,
sweet
tears of dream rain.
such
silence
as
our earth breaks
shakes
within
an ocean
who
takes
the
souls of,
there
is such a silence
within
an angel’s tears
which
fall as snow
across
un-dug graves
songs
whisper as wind
caressing
all their dying eyes
lost,
so
lost in a moment
where
man
can only sigh.
sunlight
and shadows
in
a small room i sit
behind
large windows i dream
deep
silence upon the stage held
long
winds rage
sunlight
and shadows
the
mirror doesn’t see
seasons
fall as memories
and
there is no one left
within
my mind to believe
a
guitar strung and un-tuned
you
remember a song
sung
to a lost scream
deep
within a whisper
the
quiet dares to hold
cold
are your arms
wrapped
tight
i
knew once
how
to love
i
now know
only
how to see
long
distances
just
beyond large windows.
moon
night wind
i
heard the voice
of
a man
i
couldn’t see
who
spoke a language
i
couldn’t understand
who
dreams a dream
of
a life
returned
or free
just
a man
nation-less
with
somewhere to be
i
found a mirror lost
in
a desert sand
time
falling from my hands
i
heard a man
who
dares to speak
finger
drawn words
and
dirty window seasons
moon
night wind
in
a poet’s words
i
heard in language free
reasons
to bleed
reasons
to believe
i
heard the voice
of
a man i could see
whispering
tree
in
a language
a
man could understand
across
a tree
of
life, growing in a deep sand.
sweet
song
sweet
song
time’s
river call
as
you fall
below
water
deep
reaching
to remember
where
to catch a breath
a
moment in stall
so
clear
the
air
so
sweet
mountain
water
whispering
of
ice memories
glacier
realities
and
silence
high
country trees
still
between
moments
where
only man can hold
as
before death
did
speak a long night sky
so
deep the light of stars
just
daring
a
boy to believe
in?
sweet
song
where
only beauty belongs
blowing
bubbles
dancing
within your
little
girl dreams
blowing
bubbles
which
burst as screams
when
you watch an echo die
reason
me why
seasons
fall
seasons
sigh
no
more yesterdays
to
walk
hand
in hand
as
the silence did fall
dancing
within your
little
girl blues
lost
in your
coming-of-age
dreams
blowing
bubbles
which
burst the seams
of
your so
ice
frozen rage
where
you wake
lost
and alone
on
a late morning’s stage
if
only
if
only
a
child
within
a woman just born
could
believe
in
where
a
lost little girl
did
dream
in
such beauty torn
sweet
blues…
where
does she dream!
if
to walk
to
breathe
to
whisper
silence
between
a
mind and soul
a
girl
which
way to go
water
calls
as
it falls
words
carve
too
deep within
to
leave
their
shadows
for
others
not
to see
if
to write
if
to believe
empty
highways
when
yesterday lies
as
your only tomorrow
where
do you dream
feathers
lost
long
on a wind stage
deep
where memories only sigh
if
you wake
on
a summer morning
with
mountain air
sweet
across
lost seasons
and
march treasons
silent
breath
as
lips touched
a
feather
and
you’re forgotten
do
you dare die tomorrow
with
no reason to call your own
a
summer too warm
on
empty highways too long
going
home
without
a street to call you
no
direction long
central
park wedding bell blues
do
not ask of me
to
see you
for
you are lost in a mirror
your
sweet eyes no longer sigh
as
what’s left of your dreams
can
make a mad man cry
i’ve
left your screams
on
the side of a traveling road
right
where
i
once loved a girl
dressed
in a woman’s clothes
behind
the silence of
a
wooden frame window
i’ve
grown
long
snow cold
this
boy dressed in a man’s clothes
bleeds
for
whatever that means
in
water silence
i
sing to a summer blues
daring
to dance
daring
to believe
sweet
smell of mornings in bloom
dried
sweat across her thighs
as
her long breaths whispered
of
every reason why
a
long snow cold
lies
so deep my soul
shadow
rain
dreams
lost within a butterfly’s
shadow
shedding
sand tears
daring
to
believe in
a
young poet’s prophesy
living
within a deep call
of
silence
key
west water wallpaper
in
a mirror upon the wall
and
nothing
seams
for
whatever that means
shadow
stain
tomorrow
across my tries
shadow
rain
just
a moment
again
falls
across my eyes
water
which
pulls me
my
eyes, my eyes!
young
girl
lost
her rhyming
song
in
silence
walking
those concrete streets
for
too long
no
passion rides her
no
space for lovin’,
oh!
sweet dream
she
only sighs
where
stands time
ocean
warm upon her thighs
dry
wine only sipped
on
a long lost paris street
girl
sings a song
late
night
should
be tasting deep lips
but
her sips
just
another’s rhyme
somewhere
where dreams
ride
the winds of a butterfly’s passing
rides
a young woman
yet
to be born
motherless
and torn.
young
girl waiting,
falling
circles
when
a man falls to silence
covered
by dry leaves
under
an old oak
growing
wild
are
his memories caught
by
the wind dreams of children
playing
if
yesterday
comes
wind across the stage
will
tomorrow
lie
as dust
on
the slow wings
of
butterflies in dream
only
deep within the silence
cold
snow carved whispers
where
believers dare never go
rhyme
stone
tower clock
caught
in the shadow of night
bleeding
water
falling
circles
upon
a
long lost image
where
life dares a man
to
listen
(or
just remember)
rivers
decide
in
sweet silence
a
man alone
on
a river’s shore
just
another lost story
never
written on a wall
nobody
ever reads
windswept
dreams
across
dry eyes
wrinkled
on the edges
across
the river a woman
old
sits
alone
as
she dies
on
a balcony
while
in
the call of high tide
water
whispers
in
silence
dusk
calls for his scream
deep
within
of
life
between
water and
who
believes in only
yesterdays
as
tomorrow just
washes
away with the tide
yes,
rivers decide
and
man
just
rides the sweet silence
a
rainbow’s silence
does
she dare to walk
where
the
water dreams
whisper
rhyme
in color
following
a rainbow’s silence
does
the music still call
a
dancer
held
for a moment
motionless
before
a slow fall
to
earth
waiting
to listen
as
she
a
woman who bleeds sound
where
an earth’s dreaming
takes
a moment to believe
where
she dares
to
taste a rainbow’s
sweet
silence.
walking
rhyme
in
slow time
caught
between
life
and eternity
walking
rhyme
where
echo’s still believe
in
the reflection
of
a man
breath
upon a southern wind
singing
a
long sweet song
singing
where
the water believes…
silent
blues’ moon rising
late
night
only
shadow light falls
can
a man ever sleep
when
he
needs to believe
forty
years trying
still
looking for
a
man of honor
to
stand within his only
lonely
mirror
high
mountain wind
blowing
across
a balcony
on
an ancient river’s edge
a
television plays on and on
my
country, my world
first
comes money
first
comes god
while
our children starve
and
old men die, alone
as
still again a child man
now
grown
old
wonders
but
where can he go
when
he needs to believe
paper
man
nothing
left but sand
caught
in a wind
far
from
the ocean
and
its’
blue-green
screams,
deep
where freedom hides
where
believing resides
just
a tired poet
who
is
just
a man
who no longer cries.
tears
we cry
children
lost
in
a dying time
sand
in
their tears
where
do they go to believe
lost
in
the circle rhyme
the
circles
they
walk
they
crawl
they
try to talk
until
they
die
until
all
the unwanted
children
die
it’s
our world
it’s
their tears we cry!
where
fire you see
paper
man
with
fire on his fingertips
wind
bending truth
across
young trees
another
wall he sees
sitting
on his unseen perch
free
or not
so
far north of time
where
lost
sighs
come
to die
watching
his words
eaten
by
seagulls
in flight
summer
river currents
warm
crossing
where
dreams
once dared
to
be seen
paper
man
no
longer
he
stands upon
the
edges of life
but
within
the wind of death
slow
rhyme
as
all the rest
with
fire on his fingertips.
a
poet’s eyes
slow
sail north
up
a river
dream
while
you still dare
to
believe
a
chill within
a
long summer wind
calls
to years lost
on
worn fingertips
tapping
to sweet music
blues
in a folk melody
words
a
poet’s eyes
he
can’t see the pictures
of
life’s rain
just
words
as
paint
crevices
across his face
longer
stains
as
all that ever remains
in
dreams
where
a man
bleeds
his belief
onto
a poet’s pages
strong
as cloth
carrying
with
the winds
slow
sail
north.
endless
seasons
“laura
nyro nyc” blues
cool
soft autumn winds
calling
across
a september afternoon
remembering
a moment
between
moments
in
the hours of my aging day
when
i had nothing to say
a
hard road was wearing down my feet
young
girls were on my mind
war
was playing its rhyme
no
time
no
time
to
love; to stay
to
say, i love you
in
a drift
across
sight without lies
where
tries still echo
in
the silence
where
only mad poets
remember
sweet
autumn wind blues
mirror
mirror grey sky
a
hard road
where
one dares to bleed
unseen
lost
to endless seasons
still
turning
where
the dying lies
still
turning
in
a young girl’s sighs
time
to run amuck
lost
those creative tries
late
nights and pretty lights
in
the silence and how alone
dances
on grass
a
soul yearns uncalled
days
turn as days turn
to
see
faces
just close enough
free
longs
to belong
writes
a song
where
no one hears,
a
sweet young girl
sings
where
the water dance
carries
her
dance
dance
till
you bleed
all
your words free
in
a young girl’s sighs.
adrift
a soul
between
the seasons
river
rhyme
distant
mountain air
whispers
in dreams
across
music deep
a
young man
never
gone
never
gone
in
song
water
believes
where
rhythm belongs
adrift
a soul
now
free...
a
still river
on
early autumn dreams
warm
air holds
in
silence
in
dance without motion
no
tomorrows dare
caught
as
the sails
still
unfilled
even
questions fall
into
the silent water
and
memory is gone
with
each return
to
focus
when
a still river
falls
from
within
a man’s dreams
if
lost…
walking
situation blues
on
a cobblestone street
if
retreat
an
old timex no longer keeping rhyme
evening
defeat
scrapes
on the soles of your feet
suddenly,
always suddenly
shadows
creep
and
they all
believe,
no more
in
talking
rhyme
below
worn stained brick walls
even
echoes
refused
to answer
your
shadow call
wrote
a book
filled
with
dry flakes of pages
asked
only
if
he had a stage
on
a wet cobblestone street
if
defeat
still
walking
yellowed
pages
wind
blown
where
a talking man
still
water, silent river
only
a bell tolls
silence
till
still
walking
wine,
bread and cheese
soft
fog
upon
a dublin morning
cobblestone
street dreams
finds
echoes
between
the seems
where
time whispers rhyme
where
a woman wakes
within
the arms of
a
lover who dared
to
forever believe
deep
water cold
time
to be young
time
to be old
an
artist carves a tree
castle
stone paths
walk
circles
where
rhyme whispers time
in
a poet’s mind
evening
upon a paris café
lovers
and no defeat
just
words carved into wood
table
filled with wine, bread and cheese
daring
to love
within
the wind a poet sees
lovers
begin, never end
when
a woman’s eyes
dare
to
walk upon a poet’s sighs
longer
roads
where
fingertips dare to bleed
when
a woman dares to believe.
driftwood
sunshine
across
a simple moment
woman
walks in dreams
warmth
across her soul
echoes
of memory
as
belief
never
lost so far ago
driftwood
still
upon her sighs
her
tides
dares
to remember
or
even
live
upon free wood
carved
by the sea
seasons
so young
seasons
so old
no
sleep
where
sunshine seems to remember
when
her fingers could
still
see
movement
free
just
a warm day
in
an autumn rhyme
no
time
just
sunshine
and
driftwood
afloat
within
her years
where
tears still believe
in
the birth of
an
artist’s seasons
where
a woman walks in dreams.
autumn
chill river
sail
me a song
on
the blues
long
wind dreaming
the
long walk
dark
rivers
deep
and long
somewhere
between
a
song and
a
slow dream rising
autumn
rain
tearing
leaves
free
color falling
whispering
to me
adrift
between seasons / reasons
time
for a long walk
an
old hitch-hiker’s dreams
maybe
it’s
just the water
falling
calling
waiting
for
the rhyme of ice
a
frozen river sings
to
my fingertips
so
close
time,
for the long walk.
- jude
and
glass
i’m
a crazy man
living
in a bubble
of
concrete walls and glass
no
place left
to
carry my dreams…
open
are my winter seams
sweet
river silence
softly
on the echoes
drifting
across my
sweeter
lips
soul
deep sips
eyes
deeper then shadow
long
rhymes whisper
where
wind dreams
mountain
reaches
touching
if
you stand still
reflections
larger
than the universe
memory
dies with the brain
dare
just
a crazy man
if
the river
to
carry
from
earth to rain
and
back again
a
poet unseen
sweet
river silence.