under
frozen sunlight
young
where you dream
young
where you have
time
to ignore
to
believe
in
free
water
winter
falls as snow
soft
the echoes
adrift
within
young
where you begin
where
you sin
unknowingly
young
is where
an
older man
forgets
he is going to die
where
sweeter rhythms dance
lost
within shadows
cast
under
frozen
sunlight
seasons
dream of believing
water
walks the fingertips
of
reason
in
silence
does
a soul talk of rhythm
quiet
in
between moments
lost
and
yet to rise
where
time
stands
before an open space
a
gate of tomorrows
or
does
a woman
sleep
within her closed door
dreams
deep
in the shadows
of
moon light
cold
the reflection
off
winter ice
remembering
where
all
her seasons
dared
dream
of
believing…
dreaming
cliffs
a
wanderer
long
within
the walk of time
a
young man’s rhyme
if
lost
beyond
tomorrow
stands
in solitude
before
hard walls
a
true face in ice-stone
with
a winter fog
a
mist deep
within
his eyes
dreaming
cliffs
where
cold sunlight
shatters
upon
hard
rock
where
the faces of the lost
bleed
their belief
the
song
a
tired man
walks
in the rain
passes
a girl child
splashing
shoes
all wet
and
not a care in the world
that
this tired man could see
eyes
shut quiet
to
a smile inside
carries
the man
across
far echoes
deep
within
where
the
world sings
in
harmony
with
angels dreaming
words
as
the long sighs
water
washes
up upon a young man’s
soul
just
the carvings
of
where a dreaming
dares
to see
the
song
a
tired man
walks
long
where
the rain cries sweet.
ramblings
of a mad poet upon the echoes of a young madman’s stage
deep
within the silence
beyond
the edge
of
dreaming
just
before the darkness
reaching
light
fingers
touch
upon
the bleed of voices
belief
if
upon the echo of another
for
if
a man can perceive
the
universe shall allow
the
chance
to
breathe
of
a greater breath
but
only stronger bodies
can
carry
the
focus needed
physical
is
this lens of reality,
the
dead need not apply.
ice
dream
cloudless
skies
sighs
from cold glass
windows
streaked
by
water screams
the
seams of his soul
open
to a silence
black
longer
nights
starlight
just
the rain of
a
man’s seasons
belief
in
whatever
sins carried true
blues
on his fingertips
all
the sweet sips
of
life upon his lips
no
tomorrow
but
for yesterday’s truth
a
long lost poem
once
carved into hard packed snow
by
a boy with
nowhere
to go
and
just his fingerprints
sing
the night quiet
if
a man alone
lies
before
a kingdom
carved
as
life
deep
within
the
night sky
sitting
in a room
deeply
a
long silence within
a
moment
bridge
across a river
cut
from ancient stone
where
faces
call
to dreams
who
carry your soul
unseen
you
once told me
that
you knew my name
so
long ago
how
were you lost
within
the dreaming
of
a young man
if
lying on a bed of stars
where
one can dare
to
perceive
in
more then
the
darkness between
tomorrow
always
a
map across your eyes
where
a poet tries
calling
to
all
the words
in
drift
blackness
across
the silence
music
deep
painted
in
light
moments
upon
the wall
- jude
a
rhyme for frozen eyes
when
your seeing is lost
within
believing
and
you love the illusion
of
just belonging
men
of the cold mind
dancing
on
the graves of water dreamers
and
when their world
lies
empty and dead
there
is true freedom
souls
frozen by the tears
of
god
ah!
the sweet call of religion
rubbing your fingers
across frozen glass
until your fingerprints
are embedded into bone
someone believe in me
someone see me
someone hold me
before i cry
cold water dreams
dance
in the reflections
of ice turned glass
young child
younger pain
too alone
cold voices cutting a soul
shattering
a child with nowhere to go
someone believe in me
someone see me
someone hold me
before i die!
- jude
lonely
ship
a
cold day
early
spring
young
maidens sing
songs
caught
by lost seamen
sighs
adrift
on early morning fog
on
rhyme to keep
all
the dreams
earth
lost children
too
deep
within
their parent's sleep
free
light
upon her eyes
as
she lies on a garlanded bed
old
wooden boards
soaked
by the sea
creak
footsteps
lost
as
always
inching closer
songs
cold
within the echoes
who
dare the silence.
you
walk
empty
streets
people
moving fast
no
money in your pockets
just
dreaming on the tips of your fingers
you
dance
where
music drifts
under
street-lamp
late
night illusions
warm
within your coat of shadows
dark
light
cast
deep
behind
your eyes
how
many times
can
a man die
carved
with blood
fingers
paint
a
canvas of long run
train
windows
you
bleed free
all
those ancient echoes
chattering
away in your mind
ghosts
who once were held
thick
lovers hair entwined
by
your silence
you
grow old
as
you still dream young
lost
behind
mirror
rhyme
footsteps
in
the quiet
of
a poet's
twilight
windowless
sounds
if
i am lost
a
stranger on an empty field
midnight
moon
draped
an
unseen dreamer's
light
from
this surreal bath
and
its water silence
carved
out of blood and dirt
a
path
within
the shadows
on
which
rhyme
moves
words
left over from
a
dying man's scream
empty
pockets
within
a suit of gold
old
evening cold
lost
behind
windowless
sounds
in the dark
of
life
laughing
in the sky.
-
jude
do
you listen
a
hard dusk rain
empty
my words
as
the eyes that see them
fallen
to the floor behind
with
the stroke of a brush
"shadows
cast under frozen sunlight"
eyeless
light dares
to
be seen
if
only
silence
where
does the universe listen
cloud
stained mirrors
grey
sky day
something
too lost
wordless
whispers
skipping
across afternoon river
waves
i
crave
sanity
doors
all
the doors filling
all
the walls
dreams
or memories
signs
scattered irrational
just
windows of silver glass
catching
the echoes
the
silence
deeper
by day
a
feather across my lips
covered
by night
broken
sand castles
cascading
through my
dry
fingers
tomorrow,
tomorrow, tomorrow
who
knows where
rice
paper tears
fall
upon
ink
stained screams
colored
water fountain blues
cool
wind
blowing
north along the hudson
new
york city river rhyme
quiet
storm
echoes
from
bleeker
street retreats
no
clock tower
to
watch me cry
if
i could ride
those
wind songs
adrift
sweet
far away dreams
soft
light
deep
within my night
screams
one
more dance
where
the river withdraws
tomorrow
and far away
colored
water fountain
quenching
my sighs
memories
like tears
streaks
across the years
if
for a moment
your
body remembers
do
you dare speak
silence
on a darkening night
darkness
my
eyes bleed
seeds
fall
from my fingers
(the
long time disabled blues) the whisper of
dead fingerprints
summertime
cold
wind blowing
hard
winter
water river rhyme
no
time left to believe
or
even bleed
truth
the
whisper of dead fingerprints
moments
in-between
you
don't know my name
or
the dance
i
dance in the rain
the
water
so
quiet it calls
as
all the years
fall
to silence
white
water dreams
or
just rain drops falling cold
walk
with me
across
a morning's light
sips
of an ancient call
window
wind
inhaling
air
with
words
never
really there
mirrors
as
shattered ice
just
wet across my eyes
a
trace
upon
a clock face
in
dance a rhyme
even
when
i
couldn't perceive her
or
believe her
with
her salt water reason
woman
without a season
as
rain on a cloudless day
stands
across from this
nowhere
man
with
highway sand in his shoes
walking
the
walking man's blues
across
the river
across
the river
where
dreams rest
between
the seasons
a
woman can bleed
her
water free
in
silence
where
the eyes of
earth
rhyme calls
blink
no
tears needed
for
a woman to believe
in
what she sees
across
the river
where
the screams of
a
young girl fade into
the
morning fog of time
where
a woman
grows
glows
with the beauty
mirror
upon a wall
reflections
carve
but the sweet truth
not
of youth
but
of time unending
when
midnight clouds cry
deep
cracks reach
ice
or water rhyme
ancestors
are lost
in
the shadow
of
dreams sought
cast
upon a northern ocean's light
moments
before
death
tick-tock
in
time's illusion
i've
heard
those
silent words
always
moments before waking
remembered
only
upon
the wind
of
a
hummingbird's flight
river
hawk cries
in
the shadow of
long
wind clouds
a
forgotten tear deep within
the
palm of a man
lost
among men of belief
cold
stone mirrorless
below
a cool summer sky
where
the aged and hungry
confess
white
bones within
a
far desert dress
between
rows of dead children
a
sadness
silence
upon an empty earth
if
older men dare
to
forget
seasons
will bleed
as
rainless water
a
fall from grace
onto
barren sand
spread
across rhyme
words
empty
pages within the dreams
who
tried to carry
a
people
a
country
a
prayer
to
be human and free
flags
stained by blood rain
still
blowin' in the wind
a
return to nowhere street
water
across
sand
covered feet
light
through
a break of clouds
reflections
where
blows
warm
atlantic ocean
storms
just
a man's dream
caught
timeless
and
between
where
only
blind
men dare
to
believe
in
truths
found
only
on nowhere street.
don't
believe in love
don't
believe in hate
ah,
but loving
i
do relate
a
walking rhythm
concrete
sidewalks
her
hand in mine
silent
words lie soft
within
her mind
warm
summer day
a
saxophone in play
echoes
from cool shadow doorways
north
is south
east
is west
a
glass of wine
a
moment to rest
voiceless
and
at our best
summertime
rhyme
can
hold
an
old man into death
with
no regret
a
walking rhythm
his
only request.
summertime
skies
under
summertime skies
stepping
stone clouds
ride
wind
in a man's hair
where
seasons dare
and
music plays
it's
decades long rhythm
just
a day
full
sails whisper as they
ride
in
time to the cloud's shadow play
movement
seated
within a deep sigh
just
a man
watching
all the movies play
a
life with too much to say
and
a silence
held
close
where
a man may cry unseen
more
than memories
lie
naked in both
his
upturned hands
open
to the sky
a
man can only try
and
remember
under
these summertime skies
drifting
soul
a
taste in the air
sweet
wind
blowing
from the north
drifting
my soul
a
young man's rage
leaning
against an
old
man's stage
remembering
a man
who
believed in men
who
stood before the wave
and
died
words
if
truth carved into deep blue ice
on
a world tilting
just
a bit more
if
peace dares
time
and mirrors
blowing
through a man's hair
talking
to marble graves
bleeding
from cold fingers
sweet
wind
drifting
my soul
sweet
rain
pour
on me
these
seasons
they
are changing
the
children
they
are dancing in the mirror
as
the old men are rowing out to sea
oh
how hard it is
to
still believe in tomorrow
come
sleep with me
to
dream a little deeper
life
sweet rhythm
within
the rhyme
where
a woman dreams
lives
the soul
of
a silent artist
a
sculptor of air and time
life
sweet
rhythm dance
as
her fingers chance
between
the moments
a
song is sung
where
in the wilderness of time
walks
a broken man
what
prints does he leave in the sand
with
just rhyme under his command
burnt
flags color his hair
still
long from his days of
street
theatre revolution
he
stands alone
before
the jefferson memorial
washington
usa
a
lost man
still
with something to say
walks
the broken man
a
poet
without
sand
on
a highway
lost
to weeds
and
broken concrete dreams
blind
judges walk the
circle
game
a
life of changes
so
that a nation can remain the same
hiding
all its stains
on
the underside of
all
the unspoken poet's
sighs
god
bless the unwritten word
and
those unrecorded tries.
wind
in my eyes
don't
talk to me
just
walk with me
a
memory within a dream
an
ancient rhyme
sound
carved eternal
lost
within a moment
a
face unclear
a
trace true
yesterday
such
a long tomorrow
never
to fall
you
called to me
if
i choose to believe
echoes
where
once did i bleed
where
once i lost my seed
nameless
i walk with you
loving
is not a memory game
loving
is a fall of rhythm
vibration
where clouds meet
she
is a wind in your eyes
will
you mourn her
when
she dies
open
wings
heard
the hawk cry
autumn
river wind
old
man in his perch
still
dreaming
before
a
clear blue sky
how
cold must one be
before
he
believes he will die
a
long poem on a short dream
in
the shadow
of
sunlight heavy clouds
a
water song
tainted
and long
rides
the chill within
an
afternoon wind
a
man sings
lyrics
long forgotten
between
silence
and
dreams he can't remember
there
is a trace in the water
a
face within a hand
white
marble carved
perfection
just
a woman without a name
a
martyr to broken religion screams
she
is folded into rock
frozen
in fear
un-pregnant
in her child's beauty
clothed
in truth and her nakedness
frozen
before all men
men
who love
men
who condemn
cold
wind
shatters
all river dreams
leaving
all
godless men
alone
to
lie in silence
atop
all the white marble bones
as
they lick their blood fears
clean
men
who kill
in
a smaller world
water
touch
reach
cold
wind
sings
a water song
from
a tainted river long
god's
broken seed
shadow
greed
religion
and flesh coins
a
broken child
within
a carver of false idols'
hands
a
bomb
explodes
strings
of a coward's scream
tie
whose god
to
death
i
ask
where
is life
and
all the rest
sailboats
caught
sails
full of
a
chill autumn wind
southern
ocean dreams
in
your eyes
you
dance
a
traveler's dance
you
chance
tomorrow
neither
did the fairies
found
her
name
a
young girl
brown
hair covering
hidden
eyes
eyes
that wouldn't cry
her
sweet sigh
called
to me
a
whispering silence
only
a poet could hear
found
her
just
sitting there
looking
for fairies
under
my sink
some
thought it funny
strange
not
i
neither
did the fairies
somewhere
slow water
a
rainy night
moving
an
easy rage
and
she played her music
across
another side
still
and for free
found
her
touching
unseen
deep
into a darkness light
a
young girl
and
her sweet sighs
untitled
a
tree flower falls
where
the dead call
a
child believes
before
he wakes
i
walk
sand
in my shoes
i
dream
the
blood of children
caked
within the prints on my fingers
a
man
who
believes only
in
the mirror
i
sleep
within
the silence
where
god talks
i
remember
once
again
tomorrow
something
about
a
chill autumn dusk
soft
light
just
past sunset
a
moment of silence
belief
in something
written
upon
the
shadow of time
darkness
on the edge
morning
dream
water
silence
color
dancing
deep
within
a woman's soul
an
ocean's call
follows
her
where
she walks
upon
hard packed
dirt
roads
where
does she stand
when
the early evening shadows fall
she
screams the moment quiet
darkness
on the edge of rhyme
does
she
within
her sighs
the
beauty
wherein
her hands try
an
artist lost
within
her vision of time
an
artist color dancing
across
and
oceans dream alive
she
rises before the mirror
water
echoes
sirens
call
untitled
river
song
sing
to me
of
all the places i long to be
if
only
tomorrow
was
a
long time coming
winter
rhyme 2013
watch
where
the dreams of children
drift
remember
when
they were your dreams
believe
not
in the pain
but
in dancing
in
the rain
naked
and unashamed
winter
rhyme
sweet
water cold as ice
if
you love once
can
you love twice
mirror
mirror
tell
one true
so
much beauty
is
old ever new
snowflakes
falling
upon your eyes
diversity
peace
on earth
where
the dreams of children
drift
remember
after
dusk
just
walk and
listen
to the echoes
within
shout
dream
and
maybe
even
scream
sip
the water
falling
across the mirror
when
tomorrow
walks within
whisper
to the river
taste
the blood
falling
from your eyes
have
something to say
prayer
calling to the sand
falling
across
the mirror
reflection
in frozen rhyme
where
fingerprints
call
to
but
a moment lost
and
free
just
walk
deep
into a very dark
winter
night
two
stars
frozen
snow touches
as
ice within your breath
unheard
echoes
in
drift
across
an open field
white
/ black
surrealistic
refrain
a
left hand glove left
a
long highway back
a
boy needs to believe
in
the man
before
he becomes lost
on
the other side
and
always
just
one more road
one
more ride
believe
just
a moment of silence
just
a moment of beauty
just
a child and wonder
long
winter coming
autumn
colors in dress
where
do we dare
where
do we dream
stand
quiet
below
a pitch black night
stars
light
your soul
listen
to
where the universe
touches
you with its truth
believe
in
silence
in
beauty
in
wonder
believe
just
a moment of silence
just
a moment of beauty
just
a child and wonder
long
winter coming
autumn
colors in dress
where
do we dare
where
do we dream
stand
quiet
below
a pitch black night
stars
light
your soul
listen
to
where the universe
touches
you with its truth
believe
in
silence
in
beauty
in
wonder
what
do i see
in
these cold winter
skies
a
grey-blue wall of dreams
long
past wondering why
i
walk the clouds
drifting
low
there
is someplace
if
tomorrow was but a song
cold
were my dreams
late
night
within
frozen glass
i
woke to a chill deep
in
where my bones slept
when
suddenly
to
my surprise
an
echo whispered
just
a moment unthered
a
memory or more
the
perfect rhyme
a
rocky mountain wind
bright
sun
snow
within my fingers
a
lover's lips
and
almost
if
i believed
a
poet's sighs
could
touch the sky
warmth
slow
from
bones to fingertips
truth
tomorrow
in the mirror
of
yesterday
black
light
from
within the night
deep
behind the eyes
of
a sleeping woman
young
dreams
walk
the seams
of
her truth
sweeter
then tomorrow
are
the mirrors of her soul