time
draw me a dream
for who is it
you try to be
deep snow cold
in your ancient eyes
lost across the irish sea
time casts it’s shadow
long
upon my shoulders
as my soul wanders
unseen,
i remember
to toss my screams
silent.
back across the river
and it’s waters of rhyme.
- jude
along the silence
dream in the morning
dream in the night
whisper in the wind.
when carved from light,
your eyes
if they dare to see
will your soul believe
winter trees,
they carry their water
deep within the earth.
walk along the silence
echoes,
always just echoes of your birth.
- jude
no whispers
child lies within the hands
of a woman tall
ancient mountains stand
where winter trees call
carved in rock
faces are the traces
of belief
and nowhere does tomorrow
demand.
water in fall
is the music of her dreams
walks the child free.
if only she!
and dares life
where no wall stands.
and no whispers,
and no whispers command.
- jude
when the sea
reclaims it’s own
leaving wet sand
drying in the eyes of the children
who stand
now lost
alone.
where the earth doesn’t care
they stare
toward the lost eyes
of love and hope
they stand alone!
where god no longer believes.
and do we really care
shall we just stare
at our empty crosses
or shall we dare
to love the children
once more,
so lost we are...
- jude
the silence
i dance still
with you warm
in my embrace,
your lips linger
but a breath away
yes, i sway
across the stage of my life
sitting quietly
singing the silence free.
shattered tears
held tightly
in the deeper colors
of his eyes
linger,
where a man bleeds quiet.
in his late night believing
singing his silence free...
- jude
just vapor
late night mirror
almost lost
in a new hampshire sky
it is the years
who carry my eyes
i try
still to believe,
who cries for the lost children
still dying on.
stars warm my fingers
as i reach
so near
just vapor in my eyes
reasons, but no reason why
seasons
tomorrow, always tomorrow
who cries for the lost children
still dying on.
another reflection, mirror light,
of fear and war
blood washes our souls
yes, tomorrow has come
i try still
but only bleed.
- jude
when she dances
her spanish eyes
dream
as she sighs
walk the long warm
mediterranean winds,
they carve her world true.
when she dances
is a woman who believes
in the water mirror
painted across a blue sea,
reflections are the stains
of one who loves deep.
the earth is warm
sifting through her fingers
so sweet those mediterranean winds,
she carves our world
a deeper hue.
- jude
native song
long dance of silence
stained with tears
eyes carry history
ancient men lost
in their native songs
our earth
no longer casts it’s breath
across the dream
lost in a white man blues
where honor is
as sand in the wind
who will dance the songs
where only the earth longs
to believe
who now will sing
those native dreams free!
- jude
the silent moon
thought i had a friend
a someday lover
but the world turns
and only the silent moon yearns
i was a boy
locked in a man’s screams
you were a girl
lost in a girl’s dreams
woodstock echoed across
the black clouds
where lightning carved whose fears
and long new york city sidewalks
lost my shadow
as i walked alone
you were home
safe and warm
as i talked to no one
didn’t you believe in me anymore
as i prayed for peace
were you lost behind your
mother’s death
sweet breath were your
little girl to woman lips
long sips i will always believe in.
thought i had a friend
but the world turns
and only the silent moon yearns.
- jude
just a song (sung to the butterflies)
do you dance alone
cold wooden floors,
i held her warm
as she held my arms
long
but for a moment.
just a song
no one dared
to sing with the poet,
wind long sighs
so shadows the moon
always before eyes bleed
never an answer
never a why
just a song
sung to the butterflies.
words carve the air
where,
a poet bleeds
his soul for free
never so easily
for her
summer cold
winter sea.
slow dancing
where time is slow
and shadow clouds
cross the light
silver wind
in dreams full
whispers across her breath
as she dances.
his fingers upon her back
rest still the echo
where life loves past tomorrow
slow dance
breaks the chimes
across beauty and belief
where a woman lives
and birth dares
she crosses the eyes of god
till he believes
in man once again.
moon light there before
a sun’s night
celebrate the stains of life
breath there on a woman’s soul
slow dancing
the love.
god is dreaming upon a wooden floor,
so they dance
long within an evening star
a child was born,
just to sing with the angels.
it is the season
to believe in
the children of chance
where they sing,
so they dance.
we cry for the loving souls
we cry even for a moment of beauty
we cry,
the sweetest of blues
for a child born
just to sing with the angels,
sweet, sweet song…
in the shadows of angels
i dance on the wings
carved from
the crystal-ice tears
of angels
set free by the
silence of god.
within the whispers of time
in the love of rhyme
patterns
slow river wind
marks the reach of my soul
where all mirrors
shatter.
death across my fingers
a cross of life upon my eyes
do i dare believe
just once more
before i lie still
yes,
in truth.
where burn the shadows of light
yes,
in peace!
quiet
it’s in the moments.
i live
i touch
i feel
time whispers its dreams
across time.
in rhyme
my soul surfs the wind
as i sit
on the shore of a river
so far from the moments,
as i sit
in a moment
so close to the
breath of the universe.
quiet.
i love
i believe
i die.
and tomorrow…
river wind silence
dance me
arms across
seasons
tears,
the water
of my belief
i don’t want love
i don’t want fear
i just want
the rhythm of your steps
to carry you free
china sea stains
shadow color
across your eyes
clouds try
poets cry
river wind silence
when she
doesn’t believe
oh! dance my jester tears,
dance me
arms across seasons.
- jude
fireflies dance
on the echo of tears
falling dry
across the ever
african winds
sound dies
from the lips of children
just hopeless sighs
who lie
as dust upon the earth
do you hear
their echoes
dancing across
the rains of silence
falling
falling slow
where
the stains of the child
waiting on death
whose parents eyes
never rest
cry in silence
a silence found
ever
ever more
fireflies dance
across the dusk
long summer days
the
tomorrow
maybe tomorrow
because you know
someone,
needs to believe!
or dance
wind dance
life’s chance
woman
stands on the edge
carving her moment
across the whisper
of what silent dreams
a hard packed earth
is marked
by the blood of her feet
woman alive or in retreat
wind dance
life’s chance
woman is free
to believe
or
to recede…
long, hot and slow
a long slow
summer wind carries its heat
a weight upon
the seams of my tries,
no cold eases
the sweat running
into my eyes.
i remember
or do i just dream
the taste of her love
warm within my sighs,
morror, mirror across
my soul.
if love is gone
was it really
anything more
then, just a song.
when there is nowhere left to go
it’s the dance
which carries me on
sweet summer wind
long, hot and slow
warm within my sighs.
where are the tears
do you listen
to what
the children pray,
for they sleep
within the dust of your pockets
filled with the seeds
of a devil’s greed.
how dare you
chant freedom
across the stage
of your repression.
where have gone those
post viet-nam war
dreams, have they fled
for cold
are the graves of our sons
once more.
and where are the tears
that need to be shed
for our children
again led astray,
for the world’s children
who again lie dead.
where are your tears,
just rust
caked in the corner of
your fears?
where the sea bleeds color
a woman dreams
across
sky carvings
left by the sun,
soft in its evening sighs.
life fills her soul as a child crosses her eyes
she believes what she sees
for
she sees.
ancient water drifts
where
the south china sea
bleeds
color on the edge
of earth magic
and time
walks its belief
in her tries.
a woman dreams.
late night blues (another
time, another war)
a record player
playing
dylan & joni
singing
late night blues
raging
silence.
a simple day
1969
autumn winds
blow cold
i walk
not alone
her hand, once warm
now whispered
of distance,
in pace to
the growing length of
my hair,
and her brother
went to college
not to war.
why do i cry
these tears
these ever familiar tears
oh, these late evening
rains,
the blood of our children
recall the stains
who remain
still again.
2005 late summer rain
it doesn’t fall.
i sit on a river’s edge
my hair again
long.
and our president
went to college
not to war.
another war
another time,
a cd player
playing
dylan & joni
singing
late night blues
raging
silence.
of water
moonlight echoes
where butterflies
cross the dreams
of my soul’s
walking tries
shadow lights
stain the nights
where
my beliefs carry
as earth water
carving lines
where upon my fingertips
bleed
i dance
the stains of love
i dance the colors
etched as fingerprints
i dance
in the moonlight echoes
walking my dreams
i chance the water,
for you.
in darkness
lost a moment
when I was young
there on,
my long walks
alone
through the night
under the shadow lights
of street lamps lit.
even echoes
fell still
just beyond my footsteps
where
windows did lie
in darkness full.
home
no way home
the road
it has grown
oh! so long.
don’t belong
not even a song
to sing
my soul warm
elfish eyes for evelyn
she’s just a little tease
and god believes,
just magic
across her elfish eyes
color the sighs
lost and adrift
in her dreams
tree dance
mirror chance
where below
a simple sky
whispers
so lives
an earth song
alive
on the tips
of her fingers free.
circle of trees
within a circle
of trees
where dances a woman
naked
no one sees
i hear
the rhythm of magic
on the tips of
her dreams,
in ancient smoke
rising
off the fire
of her soul
rides a dragon
in full
though
soundless scream
soft on the wind
i see magic
crossing the light
as fire carves tomorrow
where her eyes believe.
cry
gypsy moon
paints the water
a dance
across her hands
the light
where does she
cry,
below the sands
falling,
her eyes
deeply her eyes
bleed
for belief
for the rain
that chills her soul,
oh! gypsy moon.
so young
oh!
the magic land
of her soul
young girl
woman does she grow
mountains are the tears
which
cross her sighs
where
she bleeds
just to believe
fireplace dance
and sweet blues sung
like old love letters
where memories are begun
so young
woman does she grow.
- jude
autumn cold
cold rain
water stain
quiet lies
across
my aching bones
blues in my ears
i bleed
my soul
into
the river
of time
tomorrow
calls to yesterday
becomes rhyme,
cold rain.
coyote’s light
sweet evening
where shadows soft
color hidden eyes
when a lover
sighs silent
and
the young reside
inside,
the crosses of time
never lie
she chances before
a belief in today
in a woman’s sight
evening to night
in silence
dares she
in a coyote’s light
dance.
in a world of peace for: tristin
in a quiet
snow fall
sweet child
behind windows cold,
her fireplace sighs
do they hide
in the shade
of a christmas tree
eyes wide
in the shadows
of colored lights
blinking,
as wind silent
she sits
for a moment more
then.
child dreams
sweet child
seems to see
a world of peace
in the shadows
of
a christmas tree.
dare we…