silence
if
water would carry
your
dreams
and
silence
your
soul
in
the mirror
what
is left
to
see
living
beyond tomorrow
burns
with truth
- jude
shadow
mirror
what
do you dream
woman
lost in your echoes
what
have you seen
star
falling star light
a
moment to dare
if
to believe
where
does
she dance
when
silence falls
and
tomorrow calls
whispers
deep
a
cross upon her fingertips
an
echo within her eyes
where
blood
deep
does
she dance
across
time
where
is
seen the eyes of death
dreaming
a
walk through
all
the rest
no
ice on my fingers
as
i drink from
a
winter river's flow
lost
in a box
with
nowhere to go
finger-painting
on the walls
picasso
in a mirror
looking
back
yesterday
screaming
a
repeating rhyme
a
stopping of time
with
nowhere to go
i
walk upon
a
winter river's flow
talking
across
a
frozen sound
calling
to
sand
falling upon ice
under
a new moon's light
listening
to the silence
the
silence lying in wait
across
a barren sand
quiet
are the children
who
lie within empty coffins
tears
so deep
i
forget when to cry
i
fear to dream
the
screams
echoes
falling from a new moon's
pitch
black light
listening
to the morning bright
blood
upon my frozen fingers
in
a banshee's shriek
i
to
dream away a silent night
i
dance a last dance
i
dream a last dream
i
walk on an echo
calling
to me
from
deep within
if
only you believe
in
the face you see
in
the morning
in
the mirror
are
you the star
that
falls from your dreams
of
who
dares remember
the
dance you danced
deep
within the arms of truth
silence
where
a saddened soul cares.
- jude
lost
i
wake
from
a walk
lost
within the irrational
a
day
a
silence
longer
then yesterdays
blood
falling
from
growling gray skies
within
the mirror
water
lines drawn in the sand
blowing
ice
calling across
frozen
plains
frost
on an old man's soul
yearning
for warmth
only
a young man knows
i
sleep
deep
within a night
that
doesn't believe
in
me
lost
within
the art
of
a universe unseen
shadow
and light
falling
into morning
wearing
wings on your sighs
with
nowhere to go
but
for the dreams
attached
to your soul
"i
don't know"
you
cry to the silence
and
yet
you
rise into your
shadow
into
the light
wakes
a child
where
tomorrow always comes
if
you walked
on
a chance
to
break a moment
true
and
unfasten it from your
fate
could
would
the universe relate
an
image on the backside
of
a mirror
of
solitary whisper
only
a mad boy sees
season
turning
yearning
to catch a breath
yet
to fall from a long night's
morning
if
tomorrow never comes
such
a sweeter sorrow
is
its call
and
still
time
talks
of possibility
if
a man can walk
upon
the sea
where
stars dance behind mirrors
talk
to me
when
i
stand alone
silence
deeper
than any
childhood
rhyme
unforgotten
dreams
doors
painted on walls
within
a prison of reality
if
i strummed a tune
and
sang my rhythm
would
you listen
find
my
easy rhyme
would
you hear
the
silence on my tongue
hear
me
lost
within
words
my
eyes
my
whys
my
sighs
in
silence
whispers
dreams
upon an old wooden floor
shadow
walk
for
into your tomorrow
lies
truth
across death
songs
sung
across echoes
water
carved lyrics
deep
into
mountain
rock
dreams
bridges
the
reality of illusion
where
shadows walk
walking
down myrtle avenue
late
night dreams
lost
within the seams
os
a young boy's reach
footsteps
on concrete
street-lamp
shadow
in
movement
a
song in echo
blood
upon his fingertips
suzanne
by the river
his
eyes lost upon her soul
just
a neighborhood girl
with
somewhere to go
echoes
on brick buildings
wall
to wall
as
he walks away
he
loved a girl
who
had nothing to say
just
a boy
just
a love song
just
a wind blowing
from
far away
walks
on
just
a song
rhythm
on blood stained
fingerprints
autumn
quiet
within
the silence
white
bird dreaming
broken
light river call
sky
night falls
morning
whispers
lost
to
tomorrow
sighs
- jude
just
a girl
there
was a girl
when
she was alive
i
so
almost
loved her
there
was a girl
who
was lost
deep
inside
the
edge of her
light
candle
wind
too
much sin
for
just
a girl to carry.
sound
across a young poet's mind from 1972
hearing
a madman's song
adrift
beyond
the touch
of
earth light
upon
an ocean
within
a song
just
a trace
between
time and eternity
lost
too
deep
their
fears
echoes
across my strings
a
never of anymore
an
only of now
memory
or truth
surrendering
to an
eternal
thought
waves
singing
a
play
within
the words of rhyme
a
sound explosion
across
a young poet's mind
in
the rain
she
stood in the rain
a
woman without a name
shadows
fell
only within mirrors
ice
called to stone
carved
where dreams
call
to all the aging children
where
dragons come to life
someone
dared to see
the
shadow
where
this woman stood
in
the rain
upon
the tips of his fingers
rhyme
caught within
a
lone drop of water
sky
steam as wind
called
to him just an image
unseen
as dreams fall
in
the rain
she
was loved
but
never knew him
for
he
also had no name
a
child's chalk
alone
so
alone
on
a street of lost souls
just
a child
with
dirty feet
she
lost her name
somewhere
behind
her
deep eyes
don't
cry anymore
dancing
a circle dance
along
silent
night
black roads
carving
truth
into
concrete
a
picture drawn
with
a child's chalk
where
might
her
color hide
riding
within the songs of whales
unmarked
graves along the shore
bleed
blood
in the river
carries
the
silence of
all
the men who dare not
speak
fog
walks early mornings
deep
within the dreams
of
the lost children riding
within
the songs of whales
a
poet casts his words
onto
the first breaks of
sunlight
as
silence shatters upon
the
calls of his rage
blood
paints
upon
the fall
of
more than just words
water
carries sound as truth
tears
upon the eyes of men
seeds
an
empty glass of summer wine
late
night dry lips
waking
from a dream
a
trace soft upon his hand
her
face
her
youth
before
she changed
faded
love poems
written
on
a
young man's fingertips
not
even echoes
left
to sip
empty
glass
fallen
to the sand
no
sadder thing
waking
alone
cold
candle
no
light
late
in the night
if
i could live
but
one more day
would
i
have
anything more
to
say
and
if silent
would
the
deep black
night
wind
carry
me away
lonely
with
pen in hand
and
sand
laid
out across my sighs
where
only
blue
whales begin
where
only
blue
whales
sing
looking
for peace
in
a world
lost
within
all
the silent screams
of
war
old
blues men
walk
the streets
singing
for
just
a
warm meal
a
sip of whisky
and
the return of
where
love is more than
religion
or patriotism
all
the children
homeless
save
me
cries
adrift on an
early
summer wind
looking
for peace
forty-five
years later than
a
young man's
street
dance
anarchy
across his stance
looking
for peace
an
old man's blues
forgotten
songs refrain
singing
on a street corner
for
pennies
and
an old dream
a
water stain
man
without
a
name
blackout
memories
dry
sand
fingerprints
without a hand
just
before birth
death
falls quiet
snowflakes
falling
tomorrow
calling
footsteps
echoes
across stain
we
dream as if
somehow
the world
would
believe in us
when
we are young
moving
always moving
legs
pumping
wind
hard against my eyes
wind
sweet wind
almost
free
always
almost free
to
believe
long
walks across
concrete
echoes
mile
upon mile
weight
upon the rhyme of time
dark
only late nights
endless
street shadows carved
retreats
defeats
mirror
rhyme
long
walks longer streets
tomorrow
we
believe as if
somehow
the world
has
seen
the
aura of our dreams
when
we are old
an
old rational anarchist's refrain
stain
the
color of blood
touched
upon the brain
a
young man not yet
insane
but
was
already
dancing
in the rain
the
sweet clean smell
of
sidewalks
under
late night lamplight
a
walking echo refrain
who
taught him to believe
to
die
for their sins
diaper
pins
a
child
trying
hard to see
what
fools
those
priests be
for
ever teaching
not
to believe
but
to see
seasons
where
light reflections
carve
truth
into
change
time
walking
the walk
talking
the talk
disregarding
the walls
forsaking
the chains
shedding
his soul
upon
the graves
of
good children
oh!
so young
not
standing for his flag
eyes
of hate
words
of distain
just
a boy
beginning
an anarchist's refrain
years
unforgiving
on
an old man's smile
his
long rhyme echoes
life
sweet life
deeper
then blood refrain
wind
chime
dead
water
not
a ripple
i
catch my breath
within
the stillness
caught
by
a moment
clouded
air
empty
sky grey
not
just another day
whispers
to a blind man
a
lifetime lost
yet
not
gone
simple
song
until
suddenly
a
ripple
water
rhyme
a
sail boat's wind chime
time
to
believe
to
forget
to
remember
tomorrow
Are words but words? Nothing
more than dying echoes. At what
point did I come upon the delusion that words can draw as mathematics, creating
patterns that might, if perfect, more than reflect the Universe.
But become a piece of it!
Truly
alive in a Poem's own right. To
become a moment, alone in time. A
true work of Art.
If only gods walked as men. Would
even they be able to judge, to know? What
can befall a man, that he can come to perceive as believe in magic.
-
jude
nobody
knows
late
night winds
songs
sung
across
sweet woman eyes
her
sighs fall to
soft
wet sand
deep
sound
black
night summer waves
breaking
in-between
sips
where
carry
her
lips
summertime
dreams
where
echoes lie
warmth
before
you die
within
a
woman's season
here
where
you once
lost
your reason
black
late night summer light
time
between
breaks in
a
young man's rhyme
cold
wet sand, counting
nobody
knows
san
Francisco summer lights
she
danced for you
you
street
chanced for her
if
for the seasons
deep
golden green eyes
autumn's
call
when
a man
dares
not
to compare
cobblestone
street memories
i
stand in the dark
lost
in awake
3
AM
deep
within the shadows
who
color my soul
i
stand
not
turning
with
nowhere to go
oil
and color
brushed
onto a mirror
water
glass dreams
north
wind blowing
where
a young man
tomorrow
across autonomic notions
fingers
writing history
broken
circles
stains
upon lost fingerprints
moments
reflecting moments
within
nowhere
never
quiet
cobblestone
street
memories
lost
a
first kiss soft
a
long dance under
yellow
shadow street lights
an
old man smiling
alone
under a southern morning light
catching
all his forgotten dreams
within
hard scared hands
where
tomorrow
always comes
always
shall
we dance
shall
you dance upon
the
water of my dreams
dare
i
walk
silently amongst
all
the butterflies adrift
within
your eyes
we
talk of
under
a deep star burnt sky
we
walk within
the
rhythm of our song
in
belief
our
fingerprints
upon
wet sand
chance
the art within
the
seams of our love
shall
we dance
upon
the chance
of
a moment of beauty
a
lifetime of truth
two
sides
pulling
away
trying
to implode
your
soul
ever
far from birth
where
the banshee
whispers
peace
across your living rage
a
man
alone
on a stage
lost
the
hourglass of rhyme
lost
between
the ticks of time
eyes
fixed
not
on your life
upon
a coin
two
sides
pressed
between moments of air
a
deep breath in
a
deep breath out
trying
to believe
trying
to perceive
morning
clouds
caught
where
dreams
mirror
rhythm
i
loved you
one
morning
ever
long ago
shattered
glass
a
kaleidoscope of color
shapes
where
rhythm
forsakes
you
you
loved me
one
evening
ever
long ago
you
loved me
until
so
easily
forgot
my name
yet
still
you
danced with me
shadow
rain
watercolor
stain
under
brooklyn
street lamps cold
i
loved her
a
madman's refrain
the
devil in the darkness
of
a dream
lost
tears
never
cried
frozen
deep
within
the forgotten memory
a
child standing on a dime
waiting
in line
to
be believed
reflections
in black and white
morning
was always night
shards
of silver ice
shattered
image
behind
cold truth
the
devil in the darkness
a
standing mirror
calls
a
face
a
trace
thin
lines drawn in blood
ink
death
without a grave
dare
to believe in
eyes
glass
tries
echoes
fall
where
blind men die.
bird
on fire
just
beyond the edge
shattered
glass
nothing
clear
wanting
to see
not
to believe
lost
between
reason
and
the change of seasons
deep
in song
"summertime
don't
you
cry
just
rise
up
singing"
as
a bird on fire
sweet
morning
rain
summertime
teach
your children
you
chance
to
allow your children
to
dance
you
dare
to
walk them
upon
the edge
between
dreams
and hard times
you
sing with them
of
happy
of
sad
and
sweet summertime rhymes
you
teach your children
to
believe.
looking
glass whispers
in
distance
i
dream
caught
between
where
wind bends
and
white clouds
remember
in
distance
lies
tomorrow
blood
upon my sighs
frozen
as crystal
water
upon a mirror
looking
glass whispers
eyes
staring
truth
from
the silence
a
tarot read
the
moon across the hanged man
moon-light
rain
shall
i remember her name
shadow
light kiss
the
sweetest lips
an
earth reflection
in
metal form
long
moon night
wanting
to fall in love
but
torn
fingerprints and shattered eyes
hidden
within
a
lost boy's sighs
battle
tried
never
cried
a
world prayed him
into
a mirror's underside
where
birth and belief
black
dirt cover
empty
night revisions
if
they steal your name
how
does one
remain
the same
a
long train ride
her
long hair youth
close
to my side
was
she too young to decide
to
believe or not
so
with
an empty road before me
a
kiss good-bye
a
boy cried
quiet
inside
long
highway dance
gave
a boy a chance
to
dare
ice
summer sky
shattered
mirror
mountain
fall
thin
air so clean
so
rich
snow
water pond
clear
blood ink
a
poet torn
if
to love
a
lone sea shell worn
if
to believe
if
to remember her name
where
far highways remain
broken
a
sea shell
in
an empty hand
laying
shadow across those
too
long roads
where
only a poet
dares
remain
always
remembering
her
sweet
earth moon-light rain
i
see the shattered blood
fears
stains
upon
an
unseen child's
lifeless
eyes
just
flesh and rain
where
are the angels tears
dried
cold
echoes
sold
cheap
so
long ago
and
not
they
say
we
believe
yet
dare not
to
see where their children bleed
or
concede
their
god
empty
light
falls
upon shadow nights
too
many dead men
walk
within their god skins
praying
their sin
onto
dead earth
where
angel tears
never
fall
moon
wind seed
if
lost within the full light
of
an
old
song within
slow
dance across the mirror
a
clear night full moon
black
cloaked
whispers
from a memory
bright
you
either bleed or believe
so
ties
our
human need
a
seed wind blown
if
you concede
truth
echoes
where
tomorrow rhymes
inside
the mirror of time
water
on my lips
long
gentle sips
i
want to believe
i
dare to feel
but
is
it real
made
by a creator
by
an Artist
where
eyes can see
water
is truth
touch
upon touch upon touch
and
so
the
river flows
desert
child hungry
jungle
man deep
within
his own dreams
dark,
light, yellow, white
water
runs red
when
we lie dead
mirror
color
if
you see
water
on my lips
long
gentle sips
i
am you
you
are me
truth
lies upon our lips
so
why
must
i still cry
death
walks where our children lie
shadow
world
utah
desert sunrise
carved
echoes of
long
forgotten rhythms
from
a deep dreaming night
almost
within touch of
a
stars in rage sight
burning
and dying lights
i
wake
as
a young man
without
a god to receive from
what
could he believe in
living
within his country's
unjust
war & blind clergy
morning
sunrise on my face
from
just a trace
cold
upon my skin
till
a full rise
warmed
till blinded
mirror
mirror within my eyes
blinded
till i could see
star-light
carving
my shadow
as
an echo of
dare
i to believe!
in
reality
in
beauty
in
a shadow world
where
only artists and
blind
children dwell
his
workingman shoes
summer
1969
working
man blues
dreams
of dancing free
in
a field where music
believed
in
love with a girl
who
was afraid to see
just
a boy
walking
upon the graves of
all
the lost young men
buried
under concrete sidewalks
unseen
forgotten
yet
bleeding all the same
just
a boy
dressed
in his workingman
shoes
dancing
alone in the rain
believing
that the music
could
wash away all the
sidewalk
stains
just
a boy
learning
to sing
his
walking man blues
learning
to dream
of
dancing free
spray
paint murals
white
washed away
lost
his name
where
blood staining
circle
black metal dreams
blind
man standing
within
a crowd
unseen
sidewalk
talking
memory
walking
fast
walking street dancing
feet
burning black tar streets
irish
protest songs older then
ground
echoes calling
concrete
in vibration
time
caught within
black
metal clock face
a
child girl
fingers
trace its turning rhyme
spray
paint murals
call
shadow stains
across
her path
mirrors
deep
her
smile blows as sand
across
a warm wind beach
a
child girl
in
a race with her
long
hair dreaming
street
dancing parents
walking
free
where
a girl child would see
tried
to love a girl
holding
her child
within
my arms
walking
an
easy san francisco day
circles
round
and round
slow
rise
carved
stones and trees
a
moment simple
a
moment in which
i
could see
a
moment in which
she
could not
dead
hippies lined the streets
a
time of
peace
& love
in
full retreat
anarchy
defined
to
teach
where
only the lost poets
walked
with
paint
dripping
from their fingers
lost
her on
a
long highway of chance
sweet
loving
mirrorless
dance
iowa
sleeping bag nights
hidden
from the echo
of
police cruiser lights
silence
on a long kansas ride
rocky
mountain windshield sights
illusive
under treeless sunlight
lost
her on those
late
evening
hard
walking tries
wanted
to believe in
her
young girl seed
nyc
barren truths
no
roots to entangle
not
enough love to bind
cold
street summer wind
follows
even
hard thumbing rides
when
time slows
truth
shows
lost
her on
a
late denver night
with
not a mountain
in
sight
hard
talking , fast walking
with
deep blue eyes
tried
to love her
between
her dead girl tries
her
nyc public library sighs
called
to me
on
a long summer
hot
sidewalk
day
she
hid behind
the
walls
of
all the boys she knew
waiting
hiding
waiting
for
a young boy to find
see
her
moment
to moment
perfect
mind
kissed
her once
warm
skin
fingers
touching sand
almost
loved her
just
once
before
she died
sitting
on the edge of life
waves
of history
do
we ride
as
dreamers
or
as old men
afraid
to die
if
darkness pleases
do
you sleep talk truth
or
do
you fall to silence
where
all your unfulfilled wants
dance
1969
a
year of hope
a
decade of death
children
without breath
still
speak
wordless
lost
within the binding
we
teach our children
not
to dwell where
the
waves of truth
leave
lines of words
written
across
the sands of reality
sitting
on the edge
of
tomorrow
1950's
black & white
dreams
as
cigarette smoke
rises
and
nothing dares
as
it seems
to
believe
to
die
to
laugh
to
cry
once
still our soldiers return
frozen
in scream
sitting
on the edge of truth
is
it ever
what
it seams
to
laugh
to
cry
to
believe
whether
in truth or in lies
we
all die
only
petals of beauty
offer
shade
to
our last sigh
if
the chance
where
shadows dance
in
circles unbidden
for
just
one
more breath
to
concede
or
believe
to
return
or
begin again
water
calls
as
it recedes
where
frozen sand
walks
in silence
behind
the echoes
tick-tock
cries
tomorrows clock
water
mirror rhyme
sadness
resides
blood
rivers wide
if
to
believe
if
to
have seen
if
to
have
lost
a moment
searching
for truth
within
a bleed
where
only
sadness
resides
missouri
your
own children
why
do
you choose
to
kill them
why
do
we still need
to
bow before
the
white man urges
of
un-American
activities
arming
our police
for
war
at
home
for
power
for
greed
with
no seeds
sewn
upon
this barren ground
join
your poets
carry
the tears
of
the silenced children
of
the freedom lost
god
bless america
our
country this of thee
white
flags
from
sea to shining sea
highway
stains
ice
desert nights
long
rides
met
a girl
in
the shadow of
sunlight
a
traveler's respite
concrete
dreams drift
where
a poet writes
hellos
are often good-byes
after
the call of night
to
love someone
between
sunrise
and sunset
on
the road of a poet's belief
endless
hope
where
only tomorrow concedes
- jude
late
summer
autumn
winds
one
man
sailboat
dreams
heavy
clouded
blue
sky
seasons
a
reason
to
believe
windblown
sighs
carries
no water for tears
across
how many years
our
children
need
not bleed
for
peace
just
a moment to breathe
or
plead
a
child's eyes
a
world of surprise
where
truth
begets truth
coins
in a cup
- for chris & mike
singing
songs
acoustic
guitar
triangle
pick
fast
fingers playing
the
staten island ferry
swaying
silent
singing country blues
singing
another man's songs
coins
in a cup
tambourine
echo of a poor boy's
dream
sun
falling evening rush
if
music is what it means
a
reason to believe
vietnam
i won't go news
newspapers
floating
non-believers
passing
yet
still
coins
accumulate
maybe
next week
a
bleeker street date
one
more dream
a
guitar playing boy
silent
screaming
song
singing
where
someone
might hear
blind
man's rhythm
dead
wind
full
sail dreams
water
mirror
whispers
midnight
moon
full
light
frozen
eyes
a
longer moment
blind
man's sight
a
lone guitar
finger
picking play
echoless
washington
square
late
night songs
singing
silence
blind
man's rhythm
a
lost boy
walking
alone
with
nowhere
to go
frozen
eyes waiting
concrete
valley sunrise talking
dead
wind rising
what
does a young girl see
when
she
has reason to believe
will
she dance across her
bleed
or
will
she recede
ivory
tears
upon
an old man's pillow
young
girl's song
motherless
years
time
to stay
or
walk away
window
shadow
street
lamp trees
midnight
sway
what
does a young woman see
when
the
young girl
has
gone
away
who
would believe
in
the child old
if
he stood naked
covered
in scars
from
wars of truth
skin
tattooed
blood
inked
reality
rhyme
long
earth time
clock
face upon a moon's
trace
his
shadow burned
onto
backstreet walls
a
poet standing tall
talking
a wanderer's walk
what
image
back
rhythm reflection
still
water mirror exception
would
a blind man see
if
he offered his hand
old
oak slow
piano
bar late night blues
open
in
an old man's lost
whisper.
whispers
forgotten
a
quiet breath
lost
between
water
mirror sunlight
and
slow
dreaming cloud shadows
circles
a hawk
tears
fall to crystal
open
palm
forgotten
screams
heard
where
night dances
where
flesh
whispers
forgotten
blood
ice
upon the window
open
just
wind calls
the
young man
home
just
echoes fall
upon
the homeless
silence
cries
a
deeper child's
heart
empty
plate
torn
shirt
running
days
cold
nights
lost
whys
litter
blood soaked
hard
sparse earth
quiet
owns
all
the unburied
left
behind
hunger
tries
dry
lips
cries
silence
a
dying child's
heart
desert
circle stain
tattoos
dance
she
dances
summer
wind
swirls
the
dust
of
far away dreams
autumn
girl
whispers
what
she means
seasons
tattoos
color
change
where
nights
remain
the same
tasnim
dream
singing
water
simple
where
only
a woman
sees
sweet
beauty
eyes
who
always see
beyond
young
child
still
dancing within
hidden
smile
dream
singing
frozen
a
tear
light
reflection
always
beyond
when
a young man
dances
on
nowhere street
walking
the
road
a
long and empty highway
accepting
no
defeat
alone
who
carries
all
his
young
boy lost dreams
no
one knows
how
the
young man believes
eyes
behind window panes
never
see
the
season' s change
where
tomorrow
is
never the same
a
simple truth
for
those
who
walk nowhere street
blind
man's wind
dream
tattoos
drawn
under
the skin
autumn
sway
singing
on
a
cloud infested
late
summer day
voiceless
with
something to say
chill
light
soft
upon
the lips
can't
forget
where
all
his lovers died
no
angels carved
upon
their open graves
chill
color
upon
a
blind man's sighs
sweet
rest
where
is the quiet
for
a body in pain
a
simple question
lost
to the rain
umbrella
safety
illusion
in dance
a
body withers
when
lost
where
is the doctor's care
withering
within
a
weeping willow dream
looking
to see
the
blind man's refrain
darkness
without light
darkness
without night
where
is the quiet
for
a body in pain
each
day lost
sweet
rest...
quiet
sand
i
can only cry
for
the beauty
trying
to fly
within
the quiet
so
deep my blues
do
you feel the sand
running
through
your
fingers
silent
autumn songs
on
the silent winds
of
autumn
young
souls
without
light
with
nowhere
to go
dreams
water
ripples
east
toward
where
whispers
ocean
currents
unwritten
songs
fall
from
the fingers
wiping
dry tears
from
the eyes
of
children
listening
to
these
silent
autumn winds
stepping
stone clouds
carrying
far
away wisps
dreams
loose
free
wanting
to be
where
a man might try
just
once more
to
believe in
something
deep
and unseen
if
only i could remember
her
name
a
song
a
stain
unwashed
if
within a long morning rain
her
dark long hair
easy
truth refrain
no
dance
is
ever the same
rhyming
across echoes
her
lips light
lost
upon the tip of my tongue
singing
hallelujah
dark
angels
black
river
churning
deeply
shadow
dreaming
street-lamp
curtain fold
gas
light whispers
feeling
passion
hearing
song
rapture
where
dark angels call
mirror
falling
at
rest
a
moment between
all
the broken realities
water
screaming
un-tuned
piano blues
rice
paper trace
a
man without his face
reaching
for
just one more breath
if
unseen
her
lips
deep
sips
earth
shadow
soft
dreams
where
angels dare
early
autumn sins
sweet
winds
fluid
burnt sunset
longer
wind hair
a
lost boy
had
nothing to say
even
the
poet remained silent
what
broken mirror
unheard
silent screams
held
him quiet
blood
stains unseen
could
any poet
ever
live
within
eyes
sighs
who could never
believe
in
three
old men
a
sail boat at rest
they've
done their best
last
sail
early
evening light
all
the birds
almost
gone
time
to believe in
all
the seasons
the
calls of reason
three
old men
dreaming
within
moments
never
here, never gone
looking
for
just
one
last wind
one
more season
to
believe in
one
more moon shadow
to
call them back
sand
sand
dances
silence
light
shadows
dreams
aging
children
water
mirror calls
from
all
the
longer years gone
only
the shorter rhymes
carry
you on
as
yesterday
walks
upon
the
echoes
of
tomorrow
sun-dial
religion
she
dances
slow
deep
within
morning
shadow
light
whispers
across
where
dreams
believe
sun-dial
moves
as
moonlight
calls
across
her
fingerprints
she
dances
when
shadows
and
daylight falls
when
earth shadow
falls
across
truth
memories
lost
reality
gained
only
echoes stain
an
ocean ripples blood light
a
young child's
image
pressed
into cold wet sand
upon
a
no
longer young girl's refrain
only
circle time
catches
in the corner
of
said child's
eye
no
one left to say good-bye
Blind
man blues sung to a
pitch
black room
a
moment within the echo
into
ice air
i
wander
lost
in the dream
of
rodan
carved
in white marble
hard
strength
yearning
women
hands
who
reach
lines
of truth
where
reality believes
sharp
wind
open
eyes
echoes
of an artist's rage
silently
within
the mirror of my life
blood
moon refrain
when
earth shadow
falls
across
truth
memories
lost
reality
gained
only
echoes stain
an
ocean ripples blood light
a
young child's
image
pressed
into cold wet sand
upon
a
no
longer young girl's refrain
only
circle time
catches
in the corner
of
said child's
eye
rhythm
inside
songs
sung
sweetly
with
old piano blues
- jude
there
is a time to dance
deep
into
the quiet
into
the night
naked
child
in the rain
alone
young
man dream walking
upon
the edge
where
a moon shadow
talks
of
wants
of
needs
of
seeds
there
is a rhyme to dance
between
starlight
and water silence
when
morning light concedes
sweet
child rhyme for Timmy
a
face
a
trace of starlight
moon
reflections
echoes
upon the earth
mirror
mirror
moment
true
deeper
than a memory
longer
then truth
shattered
soul
with
nowhere to go
closer
then
a
child could know
sweet
rhyme
time
where
a circle bleeds
eternity
into
starlight
within
starlight
morning
star reflection
truth
walking
dreams
calling
from
deep
fingers
touching
of
family
if
lost in a mirror
if
alive behind your eyes
where
children believe
as
children see
halleluiah!
water
ocean calling
no
time to forget
there
within a star's rhyme
circle
truth
waterfall
slow dancing
traces
reside
eternity
inside
sand
falling
across
starlight
whispers
the light
christmas
tree or snow covered tree
window
alight
for
a winter dream rhyme
a
day
a
season
a
suspension within time
drift
where
snow rests
upon
a soul's silence
whispers
the light
carrying
the night
quest
for a reason
to
see
beyond
the mirror
hippies
lost in a circle rhythm
where
water calls
falls
to truth
drifts
the echoes of peace
on
earth...
dreamtime
& angels
sing
a song
where
dreamtime
and
angels walk
whispers
across
where
time
holds
still
believe
in
the magic
of
a child's eyes
sing
a song
of
christmas rhyme
fireplace
mirror
warmth
as
winter dreams
and
angels fly...
hard
times
endless
roads
unwritten
rhymes
carved
into
the
oldest trees
blindness
across memories
free
dreams
cast as clouds
adrift
upon
an ocean of years
tears
fall
from dry eyes
seasons
the
call of change
the
call of light
where
morning falls
across
midnight
i
walk across these death fields
where
poetry once dreamed
freedom
words
now
as weeds rise
from
the vapors
adrift
within
the
eyes of blind men
how
easy the ginsberg ramble
lost
deep
within dylan's
frozen
lips
am
i lost
or
is
this
country of ever green billboards
mirrors
of empty hope
crowds
of
beat
hipsters in drag
calling
out to their
empty
space in history
and
getting paid
for
their delusions unfurled
onto
advertisement tinted pages
how
upon
these empty kerouac roads
i
walk still...