eyes

 

in the eyes

of your dreams

deep

below your screams,

the child

believes , where

the woman sighs

as she tries

 

in the eyes

she dares to whisper,

across

the images she cares

to see.

 

to be...

 

                 - jude




sweet pattern

 

on a slow dance

a woman

paints the earth

in color fine

with threads of light,

 

her dreams

follow as she moves

of a pattern deep.

where she loves

where,

she dares to weep.

 

soft is her sigh

an easy wind

as she does begin

to believe

to perceive

sweet pattern

sweeter earth

where a woman cares,

to try.

 

                           - jude  


 

just a woman

 

where are the concrete streets

on which

walked her eyes,

in the belief

of simple things

and something more.

 

the years are a long wind

that

caresses her dreams,

alive

on the echoes

of her footsteps.

 

never just a woman

cast in the mirror

which bleeds

beauty across the sky,

always just a woman

carving

her light

upon her fingertips

to touch,

to believe...

 

                         - jude   

 

 

they dance together

 

his breath

is lost

to her eyes

and deeper sighs

carve his soul,

for love

knows where to go

for love

knows how to grow.

 

her dreams

shine on her heartís whispers

in the light of

his eyes

dreaming her,

maybe seeing her

longer

then today,

deeper then tomorrow.

 

a sweet love, sung

without refrain.

lovers they met

on a soft summerís day

to dance

on the tears of their screams

to dance

till,

their eyes see

what lovers dream.

and wedding bells

chance upon the

stain of their souls

in touch.

 

his breath, her dreams

and they are carried away

on the wings

of their lover sighs.

 

they dance together,

and carried away

are free...

                                    - jude      

 

years

 

do you still dance

backstreet queenís girl,

in the warmth of loving arms

now

where the wind whispers

across time.

 

do clocks sing their dreams

in rhythm between the fears,

are your tears

now of

love or years.

 

do you still believe in

your younger girl tries

or are you lost

in your older woman sighs.

 

do you still dance

 

the years,

are they not enough!

 

do you still dance

 

i sing for you still,

a poet dreaming

bleeding

a man remembering friends

lovers

 

warm in my sun shadow echoes,

i still dance.

 

                                            - jude    


 

a quiet soul

 

on a quiet soul

i drift,

lost in the veils of rhyme

between

long times gone

and

dreams who have

wandered on.

 

i yearn to rage

in the light

of a stage

carved by winter minds.

 

so tired and broken

this crippled body

and mind.

 

just to write

one more page

just to thumb

one more road

 

to live or die,

on a quiet soul

a poet sighs.

 

                              - jude    

 

river wind

 

girl played

on a wooden stage

danced

on the steps of chance

loved

where the earth

walks

as silence talks

of deeper nights

or tomorrows

and candle lights.

girl stayed

till the woman believed.

 

warm river wind

crossed evenings

where dusk colors

time,

her eyes dream

in the rhyme of

her screams.

a woman

who dances no more

but for the pattern

so deep in her soul

still believes

in the girl

in the dream.

 

dares she fear

she fears

dares she dare

she dares

dares she care,

a river wind woman

loves

and so dances

and so stands,

her river stance free.

 

                               - jude    


 

just the blues

 

oh,

her sighs, her rainbow tries

i had a chance to love her

but my soul was broken

and my heart was lost.

she came to me

where

my thumb was free

where

i no longer had

a home to be.

holding empty

just the blues

wearing me down.

 

and its 33 years gone

her lost kiss

it lingers,

so sweet

still upon my soul

it lingers on.

 

never had the time

to love her

never showed her the tears

lost

on a rocky mountainís

tomorrow.

 

a simple shell

still it dwells

though broken and silent

for ever so long.

 

oh,

i had a chance to love her

but

the blues

they carried me away.

 

                            - jude    

 

 

 

just no place to be

 

loved her across an ocean

she had a home

and i,

just no place to be.

 

held her close

in an early evening rain

sand castles fallen

left their stain.

 

deep open eyes

called to me

from

newly broken sighs.

   

loved her in the desert

where

we both ran,

to be free

or was it

just to see

lost her

across an ocean

she had a home

and i,

just no place to be.

 

                    - jude  


 

an angel sighs

 

i dream of paris

of cafe sitting

a quiet dusk

fills an empty glass of wine

ever dry

ďmuddy watersĒ plays

from within open doors

 

i feel a starís tear

pass lightly

across my soul

and an angel sighs

oh my eyes

do they cry

oh my eyes

i dream of sweet lips

and longer sips

do i hold them still

deep and lost

 

yes,

i dream of paris

where

just maybe

i could die.

oh my eyes,

 

                       - jude 

    

walk on

 

last time i saw her face

last time  held her eyes

i saw

love hide deep within her fears

just a boy

he couldnít cry

her hands were closed

he couldnít even try

only

could he

turn

to walk on

 

it is the road who

carries his soul

street wandering

so

how alone is lonely

can a man ever really know.

now,

the seasons have turned

does he yearn

or,   does he sigh

 

walk on...

                            - jude  

 


winterís song

 

winter song

deep behind quiet eyes

lives a child

born

to sing

to belong

 

in dreams

whispers the dance

he will talk

when water

walks the moon free

 

winter is warm,

he carves

his echoes,

his earth echoes

sweet rhythm

of life.

                             - jude    


as a woman smiles

 

long hair

down to

her soul

 

sad eyes

quiet sighs,

beauty lives

on the whispers

off a north atlantic

season,

she smiles

a taste of life

strong

sheís a good manís wife

a dancer in dream form

a woman

sad eyes

a smile.

an irish dream

leaves her whispers

as water to

a poetís lips

 

just a love song

to a lady

with the sad eyes.

                                           - jude  

 

 

her south china sea eyes

 

young girl

with her south china sea

eyes

where an ocean wind

sighs

stands as she tries.

 

in the silence

between day and night

between hope and dreaming,

water is carved

deep

in where a poet grows

in where a child to woman

perceives.

 

a young girl dares

to paint

her colors true

to dance

her words free.

 

when only a poet believes

a young girl bleeds

her south china sea eyes

open

standing

where only a poet

dares to see.

                              - jude  

 

 

shattered light

 

cold summer blues

music

who sings from

deep within your soul

 

you have nowhere to go,

when lost nevada desert sand

falls from your eyes.

when you canít live

and itís not time to die.

when a song

rides the hearse of your longing.

 

can you still believe in

or even see, their lost eyes

as the sighs of their years.

 

where are the tears!

oh, the shattered light

 oh, those cold summer blues.

                                                              - jude    

 

your eyes

 

where the hawk flies

watching

long river

where do you go

i know

carrying years

is it their names

is it their tears

who walks me lost

down yesterday roads.

under simple moon light

itís your eyes i see

and the warm winds call

itís your soul i touched

yes, itís a long fall

from

where the hawk flies.

                                     - jude

 

 

they dance

 

he shines

as he dances

in his new black heals

slow and in love

 

she walks on the windís breath

carved by the reflection,

on a brooklyn corner

a street-lamp casts a shadow,

stands a good man

with a deep heart

his eyes see the forever flower

her dreams still dream

 

a woman finds love

in a soft brooklyn shadow,

and dances

                               - jude     


 

evelyn

 

long lake wind

whispers a morning dream

the sky in deep color

lies soft across

the echo of her birth

 

in the morning light

a smile is carved

by a long sunrise,

shall she dance

touching her beauty to form

 

evelyn,

her eyes have carried

a skyís freedom

ever into a poetís sigh

her tries

walk the mountain screams

silent, across the echoes

where a girl

where the wind

believes.

                              - jude     

 


and the dancing

 

in the dream

sidewalk shadow dance

a woman

eyes closed

dances her soul,

younger days

drift - under

the whisper of

older winds,

and the dancing

sets her free.

where her feet taste

moon-light

cast upon the sea.

                                          - jude   


 

the earth believes

 

where the night

and street-lamp light

cast their longer shadows

on a brooklyn street corner.

stands a man

his deep heart

lies unseen

warm summer wind

carries time.

 

in the shadow

of a treeís dream

woman dances her

flower seams free

a young girl tastes

the sky

to believe in her

grown woman tries.

and the wind, it carries

 

when a man

when a woman

dance the street

embraced in touch

in love,

so will time smile

and the earth shall believe

still again.

                                        - jude   

 

 


the breath of the dragon

 

two woman within

the eyes

young girl eyes,

from where soft

are the loving skies

where wind

is breath soft across her soul

touching as life

her dragon dreams

dance the fairy circle

free

 

in her, new york city

tears,   she walks the echoes

frescos upon the walls

in her parentís tries,

their love and broken sighs

sweet dreams

but raw across her needs

 

in her lost princess rage

where,     really

is the stage of her freedom

the call of her soul

 

there is the breath of the dragon

a cloud in her eyes

 

                           - jude    

 

 

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my heart cries

where inside

a broken body

sighs,

tomorrow comes

another moon night

sweet lost light.

 

                     -  jude  


 

sweet stain

 

she danced

across my soul

leaving sand in my eyes

so sweet,

in her young girl sighs

my fingerprints

they were stolen

oh,

she never knew

the full reach

of her tries

 

was it my backstreet running

i scared her

dared her

loved her

no why,

when i left her

i saw,

in her eyes

loving deep

the fear whispering good-bye.

 

and forever

so sad

sweet stain

for always

the dance remains.

 

                        - jude

 

   

for the children

 

he dances his jester dance,

for the children

sweet pattern of chance

 

a song carved his soul,

for dreams they do whisper

of something

deeper

and fingers they do linger

where only his god dares to go.

 

a boy is a man,

when a man is a boy

 

a teacher dares believe

in more then he sees

 

for the children

sweet pattern of chance

he dances his jester dance.

 

                                   - jude   


 

if angels could cry

 

and if angels could cry

so sweet the child

carried in her motherís eyes

stands on the edge

a ledge of tries

child before woman

oh, her adolescent sighs

a poet, a dancer

an actress true

she has a young girlís name

(mirror, mirror mother please)

stained across her motherís seed

 

where goes the woman

when a longer rain

carves across the sky

where grows the love

when a mother,  too young

must die

 

and if angels could cry

so sweet the young girl

carved from her motherís soul

where only the flowers now grow.

a poet, a dancer

an actress true

a child alone

a world

tainted a darker hue

 

and if only

the angels could cry

for a moment

across the silence,

dark streets

and so lost.

 

so sweet the child dreams

 

                                         - jude    

   

etched

 

3 am

street-lamp shadows

fall across

the long rhythm

walking

street dreaming

a soul screaming

silence

but for the concrete echoes

and

the pattern of her soul

etched across my heart

walking the dreams away

young boy lost

under a forest

of shattered stars

 

helpless

 

now 34 years later

man canít walk

time talks of drifting away

the shattered stars still

litter the sky

and so much left to say

where

the pattern of her soul

lies still

etched across his heart

 

but really,

who is she?

 

pat, ginny, marlene, renee, franny,

rachel, marsha, nancy, shelia, petra,

patty, cheri, patti, michele, mary,

kathleen, jade ...

or the forgotten remains of

lost kisses unnamed.

 

                                           - jude   


 

whispers & light

 

soul shadows

deep

within the dreams

woman

she lives the seams

long

into the water of

her night

silent are the screams

in echo.

 

she believes

in color

she paints

in light

where her soul whispers

so carries her sight

 

                                 - jude   

 


shadows

 

mirror in the night

mirror in the light

shadows whisper

silence deep

in her soul

where does a woman.

time cries softly

of love and fate

where does one touch

lost in the dark

late

mirror doesnít see

the dreams

who dream to be.

young

deep in her soul

aging

and somewhere left to go.

just shadows

on the silence deep

 

                                    - jude   

 

 

she walks on by...  (for MaryJo)

 

tonight iím going to walk

again those long quiet concrete streets

where only street-lamp shadows

can hold me long,

i look for the angels

to whisper, a lost soul free

but

no one stands on this concrete

just me

 

oh! shadow tears

where do you cry!

 

where a younger girl cries

where a mother, too young dies.

 

and a universe

seems only to sigh

no reason why

just the broken sky

 

a young girl to woman is born

quietly

oh, so quietly.

 

even the shadows barely stir

and the angels,

in the silence do their tears carry her...

 

                                                      - love jude   

 


the warming candles

 

deep into the night

so cold

long time dreaming

a cold winter dream

drifts the snow across

my eyes...

but my soul is warm

for it is the season

to believe.

the children of chance

they dance

the christmas dance.

 

long within a christmas star

they sing with the angels

the sweetest of blues,

i cry for the loving souls

i cry for their moments of beauty

who live on...

oh, these warm christmas tears

they are the years of my life.

ďeverything itís seasonĒ

they are the warming candles

lit upon my christmas tree,

 

i smile this christmas night

for they are my reason to believe

these children of chance.

 

                                           - jude   

 

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