ghosts
another year
come
gone
watching the
ghosts
believing in
the echoes
loving
so are the
sweet shadows
deep within
a
willow’s
dreams
- jude
just
shadows
I bleed my
dreams
upon the
grave
of my youth,
a man lost
in time
adrift
where
the whisper
of moments
as rain upon
the windows
of a moving
train
calls
and just
shadows
play upon
the stage,
there within
the pages
a poet wrote
without
rhyme
as years of
dried blood
stained,
they died
without tears,
winter rain.
believes
years,
dreams of a
woman
torn
earth worn
she believes
in the
rhythm
of her needs
perceives a
world
who bleeds,
in dance
an ancient
tree
carries her
fingerprints
across
chance
in dance
so whispers
her soul
free
in dance
no one sees
and yet
earth worn
she believes
waterfalls
quiet is the
music
of a young
girl’s dreams
sweet water
falls
as moments
where hope
perceives
in her eyes
tomorrow
sighs
in love
across the
echoes
of her
beliefs
songs across
the silence
sweet
waterfalls sing
of truth, of
beauty
and whispers
dance
all the
questions of chance
mark the
courage
of a young
woman
where
whispers dance
evening
streets
inside
where water
dreams
the echoes
of concrete
evening
streets
chance
a young girl
walks her
beauty
in dance,
and
all the
young men
were lost…
time is a
circle
where in
moonlight
shadows walk
free.
a beautiful
woman
holds her
youth,
in the
fingers
of her
dreams
where still
all the
young men
go missing.
inside
where water
dreams
where
dreams never dance
am
I still walking,
dark
water
long
concrete streets
shadows
that
last
cast
by street-lamp
statues
frozen
screams in silence
carved
as
butterfly
dreams
behind
darkened windows
young
girls deep asleep
and
a young poet forgotten
deep
in the night
he
bleeds where dreams
never
dance
he
walks
to
outrun the silence
is
there ice in my
forgotten
tears
falling
across the years,
still
walking
my
dark winter bleeds
within
the seeds
of
a young boy’s
loves
and dreams
of
a young girl’s
unspoken
screams.
when
ice bleeds
long
river
winter
blues
i
believe
i
lost my name
left
carved
in
a rocky mountain
warm
summer snow
so
many
years
ago
my
fingertips
are
still stained
by
the blood
i
bled for free,
across
a woman’s thighs
as
a mad poet tried
just
to see
not
love
not
rhyme
just
truth
carved
in ice
where
still
a
poet bleeds
winter
blues
war
dancer
cast
as shadows
a
spill upon your soul
is
the blood
of
your honor lost
when
you chance,
upon
a
dance upon
a
field of war
young
men believe
when
they bleed,
in
life and death
in
the war dancer
perchance
to
heal
but
god never hears
the
tears of fear
dropped
upon
the stains of greed
whether
you feed off religion
or
patriotism
it’s
only
just
what
old men need.
no
reason
no
season
is
there any light cast
from
of heaven’s dreams
upon
any
empty soul
oh!
war dancer
just
dance away
and
free all the children lost
river,
sweet blues
the
color of water
dancing
upon
the chance
more
then echoes
beating
their rhythm
across
my brain
when
liquid is rain
who
stains my soul
unseen
leaving
me
lost
longer
then the moments
of
tomorrow seen
dance
me
across
the shadows
of
clouds
sweet
low mountain scream
if
i could dream
i
dream of roads
long
and free
where
silence carries
deep
within the wind
carried
to me
as
a whisper
soft
across where
walk
my feet once more
i
lie upon a river
so
cold am i
sweet
blues
carry
me river
just
carry me away
across
seasons
darkness
within,
between
the colors
of
a dream
walk
as
reflections
in ice
across
seasons
where
whispers the child
in
the silence of their screams
youth
can shatter a soul
with
reason unseen
(who
dares break the child
to
make the man)
with
reason unclean
remember
what
it takes
for
a child to survive
what
it feels like
to
bleed shadows,
dare
you remember
where
whispers the dream
- jude
grey
highways
running
from
grey
highway dreams
i
am lost in the wind
a
cold wind, still blowing
my
eyes color
in
the like of stained glass
within
blood
lies on my lips
now
dried
why
if
i could reason
the
ever turn of the seasons
can
i not
kiss
free the taste
of
her soul,
dance
me slow
just
one more time
when
life is death
the
living shall never rest…
-
jude
silence
and shadows (for
jen)
shadows
on the stage,
where
walks
a
young girl’s dreams
but
in the quiet
that
drifts
when
she becomes of age
and
no one knows
what
it means
who
dreamed her dreams
loved
her, where
the
rain was free
gave
her breath
and
let her be
sweet
mother
gone
so long
but
for those
shadows
on the stage
echoes
of her loss
and
silent rage
sits
quiet
across
her empty lap
when
she becomes of age
how
will she dance
will
she chance
deep
where silence holds
if
the phoenix
if
only
i
was given
just
one more dance,
would
walk the same paths
love
the same loves
dream
the same dreams.
i
yearn
to
hold close
the
chance
to
believe once more
in
magic
in
touch
if
only
would
rise the phoenix
and
fire
would
carry me
unbroken
to
dance again
and
would i not
choose
to be crippled
over,
death
sweet death
if
only
the
choice was given
so
i dream
just
one more dance.
-
jude
across
the seasons
deep in my
dreams
there is a
silence.
where love
once
believed in truth
where beauty
could hold
my sighs
so deeply
where life
could
command
blood and
sacrifice
where i
walked,
till the
stain of their fear
left a cut
a slice
within my heart
deep in my
soul
there on the
road
of my
dreams,
as a young
man
i left my
fingerprints
light upon
a wind blown
sand
while trying
to believe in
if lost in
age and time
do i still
wander
where rhyme
dares still
to see
or bleed
across the seasons
for still
deep in my
dreams
there is a
silence.
-
jude
deep
night
dark eyes
when
a dream
tries
to bleed
deep night
into the
color
of a
morning’s light
cold wind
across
quiet sins
dares
just a man
to believe
dares
just a man
to see.
god’s
breath
just another
son
without a
father
without a
sane mother
to seed from
to believe
in
young man
stands
without his
soul
waiting
just to die
why
a bomb
strapped
across his
chest
broken eyes
lost to
empty years
is it really
easier
to die.
then to try
to love
another
or even
one’s self
if only he
knew
if only he
dared see
all man’s
gods
never smile
on death
for then
life's just over
if you ever
loved someone
it is then
(painful or not),
that one
ever tastes
of god’s
breath.
mary
girl
do
you dance
quiet
the
music
who
lives within
your
eyes
when
you’re alone
does
the woman
who
tries
bleed
her sighs
where
clouds carve
water
color dreams
liquid
mirrors
as
rain falling free
believes
in what she means
never
simple
the
morning rain,
notes
upon the sky
sweet
mary
her
fingerprints
walk
the strings
for
in song
it’s
her
water color dreams
she
sings.
when
it’s time to dance (for jen)
she
will dance
past
the quiet
where
grows her soul
sweet
young girl
when
it’s time to grow
sings
a swallow song
where
she belongs
and
not,
when
it’s time to believe
will
she remember
to
water
the
seeds of her dreams
for,
across chance
she
will dance.
dance
my blues
lord,
no more
if
only i could believe
if
only there was
just
a moment of peace
it
is the noise
like
the pain
so,
never ending
a
glass of wine
to
distract the mind
i
play the blues
but
can
not dance
across
the stage of
my
rage,
like
an
empty page
free
to echo
just
another day
lord,
no more
these
stains are
eating
my soul
and
nowhere to go,
if
just
i
could dance my blues
free…
sweet
mirror moon
long
river
wet
spray
wind
against
my dreams
sail
my lost soul
free
cry
my silent blues
deep
clear water
sweet
mirror moon,
it’s
her voice
where
whispers
the
siren’s cries,
does
she carry my sighs
where
between
death
and
the sky
on
my long river
midnight
tries.
i
walked the ridge,
big
sur hills
warm
wind whispering
easy
across
my long run sight
tired
are my whys
deep
blue pacific water
peeks
easily across
the
carved horizon
to
carry it’s dream
and
touch my eyes
east
coast boy, fingered
the
earth sand, and
sang
sweet silence
across
ever tall trees
love
stained my soul
and
nowhere to go
a
beautiful but broken girl
whispered
across a black night
from
the shadows
of
a fairy light.
fairies
danced from her fingers
to
flame, from earth to sky,
and
stars, so ever clear,
almost
believed
almost.
morning
was sweet
on
the soul
where
flesh was wet
and
free
but
the broken girl
had
lost her name;
my
ever youth turned
when
the wind went silent,
fingered
the taste
sweet
almost dreams
and
nowhere to go
always
back on the road
traveling
where
between
beckett and kerouac,
if
i stared long enough
would
i forget the way,
forever
in my nomad dreams
where
even i would
forget
the silence and screams,
river
rain
rain.
dancing
on the river
song
sung
to a seagull
in
the quiet mist
and
simple winds
where
time
ends,
or begins
where
love
in
it’s white bird dreams
flies
in
the silent echoes
of
water rhyme,
sing
those
dream-water blues
rain.
crying
time
in
a rhyme of birth
sweet
child,
born
water
dreams mark his eyes
and
may life welcome
so
alive
so
loved
his
sighs,
when
the earth
dares
to believe
in
a mirror of life
so
will his eyes
open
and
see
all
the ever stains
of
truth
in
a long rhyme
of
life,
in
the sky
where
flies
the hawk
across
a great oak
marking
rhyme
past
earth to air
wind
across
almost summer heat
my
dreams will you carry
sweet
live earth
mystic
water
who
carries
one
seed of man’s
birth
and
death,
you’re
breaking my heart
maybe
more then
all
the rest
how
easily do your
(our)
children die,
starve
life
without breath
africa,
america, europe, asia
do
you not see
your
heart
bleeding
do
you not feel
your
soul
growing
cold
and
this poet
doubts
any
of your gods
believe
in us
bleed
for us, anymore.
i
dance
where
trees
whisper
in
a wind’s dream
up
in the sky
where
an earth
no
longer reasons
why,
cross
me upon
long
memories
and
sweet loving rains
my
eyes are lost
and
found
she
lingers forever
upon
water
sweetened lips,
i
dance
lost
fingers
just below the sky
no
matter love
awake
on
the edge
of
a dream
still
alone where
eyes
never
see me
i
bleed
to
believe
and
dance
upon
the
wings of butterflies
echoes
of truth
moments
of beauty
no
matter love
and
all the rest,
before
death
there
is only life,
and
touch
i
bleed
to
believe
and
dance upon.
blood
upon sand
summer
wind
easy
blowing
an
early morning sand
quiet
empty beach
slow
walks a woman
deep
in her butterfly eyes
lost
to
her sweet salt dreams
she
is sixteen, she is fifty
does
she remember
that
she is beautiful,
in
a poet’s eyes
she
could live forever
but
for her sighs
who
carry her away
who
carried her away
from
concrete dreams
to
warm sand and
ocean
screams
a
woman is born again
every
day
if
a poet bleeds for her.
slow
time
slow
time
in
a long world
just
a man
just
growing
quiet
inside
and
never too old
to
remember
the
moments
to
taste the morning
light
through
a window
of
glass
to
laugh
to
live
his
sweet rhyme
just
another day
living
in
slow time
street
talking
long
time walking,
rhythm
crosses rhyme
when
a
sweet deep eyed woman
bleeds
her
beatnik tries
below
hippie skies
and
dares to sigh
no
longer
where
the beat of wind
is
the music of sin
when
she is old
so,
is
she young again
before
wintertime blues
sings
a girl’s
summertime
cries
and
just below
those
white bird skies
street
talking
long
time walking
if
only love
in
the mirror
where
dared i
to
perceive
if
only peace
across
so simple
our
earth
for
which i
dared
to bleed
and
so young
for
free
if
only one,
just
one
dared
to relish
in
the taste
of
my soul,
as
do i
live
of all the moments
in
the art of my poems
in
love
with
the taste
of
their, all their
lives
if
only love
dared
to believe
if
only they
dared
to perceive
if
a man bleeds
when
sometimes
slow
dream rhyme
holds
in
a circle of echoes
where
the quiet
between
falls
to silence
and
you
dance alone
when
the moonlight calls
till
you fall
in
a forest of night
and
the cross of sound
breaks
unheard
lost
in a soul who
dared
to believe
if
a man bleeds
and
washes free
the
fingerprints
where
a young boy
once
loved
warm
upon the sand
silent
beach
moon-lit
light
eternal
long
lost night.
walking
lost
in all the years
simple
rhyme
is
illusion in time
drifts
my soul
when
sometimes
there
is nowhere to go
or
grow
mornings
rise quiet
before
the sun
within
a mirror
stands
a sixteen year old man
where
age is the question
alight
within
stands
a fifty-five year old boy
on
a stage
or
a page torn from a novel
set
afire
glass
shatters
walking
talking
to shadows
trying
to believe
in
dreaming
still
again
am
i
too
old to try still again
too
young to cry
or
maybe
just
walking.
sail
free my soul
across
dreams
of slow time
on
a river rhyme
just
for a moment
easy
where
crosses lie
against
open sky
and
boats
in sail
walk
their water dreams
on
by,
slow
water café
open
to the sky
i
find
my
mind at ease
food
and conservation
a
glass of wine
if
you please
pace
into
an
easy rhythm,
just
a place to be
just
a moment
you
might need
to
sail free your soul
just
a moment
to
breathe.
night
dreaming
back
to dancing time
sweet
summer
long
running rhyme
when
a woman believes
she
can stand on a dime
darkness
what
do you perceive
where
the sun
quietly
bleeds
free
it’s
light into
long
night dreaming
sweet
girl in a woman’s rhythm
dances
across
the chances
as
she will go
sweet
summer in an autumn’s seed
how
do you stand
upon
the walls
of
a dream
when
carved
from
long blue sky
and
beach sand
when
a woman
isn’t
built for the seasons
why
then
do
you still fall
why
does her love
give
you the reason
in
her eyes
you
climb upon
a
tree of deep love
but
in her dreams
you
are just a shadow
caught
in a moon wind
lost
standing
where
forever
one
must begin
if
caught by chance
within
another’s dream
on
a cross
a
moonscape scene
is
there only silence
in
which to free your screams.
-
jude
bleeds
free the sun
into
the open dreams
where
dusk falls softly
as
a young girl
learns
to believe
and
warmth walks
ocean
water
as
distance across her tries
when
a sea bird flies
truth
crosses
color into light
where
the beauty of her soul
whispers
and sighs
before
the sky
dares
she
stand
in the evening light
where
lies a mirror
within
the sea bird’s eyes
and
breathe
so
young her smile
and
so old
between
god and the universe
what
cares, this young girl
to
be.
or
die
tears
in the snow
echoes
are
memories slow
rhythm
unforgotten
dream
the
blood of your silence
live
or die
on
the chill
of
an early
autumn
wind
i
dream of a sin
a
broken man
dares
never try
no
reason lies
left
within the sky
only
a young man’s lost
tears
as
a cross upon his years
long
mountain sighs
a
silent quilting
as
night slow upon
quiet
street-lamp
lit
concrete
city streets
still
hold
the
silence of her dreams
to
be seen.
beautiful
girl
and
her woman sighs
i
listen
to
a sweet autumn sky
and
those
deep night butterflies.
upon
long dreams
caught
in the dream
sweet
ballerina dance
dances
within
a tear
fallen
from
the eyes of
an
angel
dreaming
and
now free
as
her autumn wings
fly
woman
carries her love warm
in
her sister’s soul
and
angels
always
know
and
angels always love
oh,
the sweet warmth
of
her ballerina dance
carries
the light of heaven
upon
the long dreams
which
only
free angels dare…
where
dreams
the
sky,
beauty
crosses the stain of years
when
a woman
no
longer sighs
but
tries
to
believe
as
she bleeds
free,
stands
a child
where
dreams
the
sky.
low
clouds
whisper
time
down
the soul
of
high
mountain rhyme
rainy
day and dreamtime
when
you feel
death
walking near
as
it passes
can
you whisper
your
water hopes
free
within
such a break
where
seconds take but a moment
rainy
day and dreamtime
if,
as a young lover
she
dared
believe
in your truth
suddenly
tearing
your
rice paper windows
open,
would
you
still
have danced your
mountain
shadow
alone
and deep.
rainy
day and dreamtime
is
death
cold
or warm,
walking
across
low
clouds
and
whispers
who
sound
between the echoes.
just
a woman
dancing
across
her
hawaiian
dreams
naked
feet
and
free sand
so
sweet
deep
within
a
child’s
skin
memory
where
only
a woman
can
wake
and
wind walks
the
trees
not
too far
from
the ocean of her screams
when
seasons
like years
pass
so close
weaving
her footprints
across
truth as time
where
her steps
her
naked feet
in
free sand
still
dance
so
sweet.
caribbean
winds sang in a girl’s soul
where
will she grow
for
a long quiet moment
she
thought
to
believe in magic
only
to find
all
free words
often
blow
long and cold
deep
in the night
child
to woman born
carved
by words
and
truth
by
love in a
broken
family form
she
was born to dream
in
a moment
in
a sweet moment
when
a body in dance
in
motion
learned
to see, to speak
caribbean
winds sang in a girl’s soul
where
will she grow
a
woman
touches
her moments
with
a long brush
and
the paint of her words
to
reach for the minutes
that
are life
for
her love
is
the dream
she
dances
within
her deep eyes
for
her love
is
the dance she dances
within
a deep life
caribbean
winds sing in a woman’s soul
where
will she grow
lost
highways
the
wind
cold
beyond
a fall of snow
deep
in pitch-black
and
night
where
a young man’s soul
lies
lost
across
the shadow
cast
so
clear the lines
so
patterns the moon
in
free ice fall
and
light
no
cars ride
down
a long road
no
where to be
and
no home lost
when
a young poet whispers
to
the silence
of
yesterday’s cost
as
lone piano blues
play
between
new York city echoes
and
broken concrete dreams
the
wind
cold
where
in a man’s soul
where
down lost highways
while
nowhere and moonlight
still
plays
a
lone piano blues.
of
seasons and winter light
cold
cold dreams,
the
fall of a tree
carved
from moon shadow
lies
across
the
silence within your soul
quiet
for a moment
deep
in late night
winter
light
lies
empty
where
deep love
once
walked in breath
where
do you dream
on
those long sleepless nights
dark
clouds mark the seams
of
seasons
of
reasons
lying
still
walking
the silence
of
deep night truth
and
echoes.
just
a tree
a
child never had
strung
with lights and love
where
does she dream
a
fallen father dead in the sand
in
a land
a
child saw in school
there
behind a cradle
below
the north star
can
she ever
see
to believe in,
where
have we buried god
in
our greed for
the
peace of security
the
peace of fear
pieces
of gold
nothing
close
nothing
near
just
a tree
a
nation never had.
before
god
late
night
sweet
blues
play
my soul free
do
i dare to believe
deep
clear cold sky
star-light
cast
upon
a tall pine
as
dream
shadows draw
long
across my mind
do
we need a reason
or
even a season
for
peace
to
bleed its truth
for
man
to
stand
naked
before
god
to
celebrate
the
beauty
we
are meant to be.
-
jude
lights
and love
just
a tree
strung
with
lights
and love
where
do you believe
do
we need a reason
or
even a season
for
peace
snow
across your eyes
warmth
within your sighs
just
a tree
strung
with
lights
and love
dream
the dreams of children
dream
the dreams of the universe
dream
the dreams of peace
believe.
-
jude
shine
deeply
(for jen M)
evening
bright
sweet
star-light
oh!
those
dreams
one
dreams at night
shine
deeply
your
love
sing
in the shadow
of
a northern sky dance
and
just maybe
you’ll
touch the face
of
the universe
daring
to see
daring
to believe
evening
bright
sweet
star-light