My poetry.

The poet’s curse.
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My paint has dried upon the moon
But I will paint another soon,
Maybe on a star filled night
To fill the sky with silver light,
Or maybe on a tumbling stream
That dances like a rising dream,
Or even on the shimmering sea
Where you can model it for me.

A masterpiece of all I know
Of subtle touch and velvet glow
Will hang upon your wall one day
Reminding you of me some way,
Of midnight walks and faded rhymes
And all those unforgotten times,
A painting you will understand
That holds me in some other land.

Gold and silver painted fire
Song chased hearts of deep desire
And depths of love yet unexplored
Still hang upon our every word,
I’ll row you out upon the lake
Your fingers dangled in our wake,
Inverted worlds we’ll sail upon
Until the breath of life is gone.

But still the story has no end
It waits around the river’s bend
And changes with the speed of thought
It can’t be stolen, or be bought,
So I’ll still keep the poet’s curse
Still searching for the final verse,
And when at last it comes to me
Then we shall see what we shall see…



The wish that lost forever.
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The moonlight painted pictures
On a mist embroidered night,
Like dancers on a curtain
When their movements meet the light,
And each movement masqueraded
With such symmetry and grace,
Every dream that ever wandered through
The smile upon your face.

Then the wine glass that you lifted
Shone with such a crimson fire,
Like the ruby tinted renaissance
Of dreams that we desire,
As a single diamond trickled
From the heaven in your eyes,
And its sacred presence touched me
With a sense of soft surprise.

As our lips met in that instant
I felt such a sense of pain,
Like a wish that lost forever
In the mist embroidered rain,
Where I saw you in the moonlight
And I felt your tender touch,
For I just could not remember
Anyone I’d loved so much.

Then I sensed the curtains closing
And I felt you move away,
As I stood within my silence
There was nothing I could say,
For the moonlight painted pictures
Faded slowly on the air,
Leaving only the impression
Of your presence drifting there…

The dreams of evening.
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Among the fields of faded dreams
When day is done, or so it seems,
I stand beside a padlocked gate
And watch the evening as I wait,
While breezes call from shadows deep
As willows hang their heads and weep,
The dreams of evening speak to me
About the things they want to be.

New born beginnings, new romance
Scattered windblown flowers dance,
Promises on meadows lain
Feelings that they can’t explain,
Joy and sorrow, smiles and tears
Fervent hopes and sheltered fears,
Brought to me on scented wings
Those windblown secret heartfelt things.

I seem to catch a gentle tune
As singing dreams wait for the moon,
And twilight strums the distant wires
To tempt those astral silver fires,
Until at last they paint the land
So that the dreams will understand
That life is such an endless stream
And it will come to every dream..

Twilight’s tired echoes.
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As twilight’s tired echoes fade
The oceans golden tinted jade
Casts remnants of the day before
Upon the waiting silver shore,
And everywhere sun shadows play
Within the slowly dying day,
Like dancing leaves they toss and spin
Before the evening can begin.

As daylight closes weary eyes
And snuggles down beneath the skies,
The evening speaks of dreams reborn
Before the rising of the dawn,
With all the elegance of age
Each shadow slowly turns a page,
And memories hark back to a time
When lives were held in painted rhyme.

Then joyous smiles and laughing eyes
And gasps of elegant surprise
Come dancing through those far off glades
Before each treasured vision fades,
Into the places that we know
Where memories drift upon the flow,
Meandering so wondrously
Upon that ancient timeless sea.

Then through the tunnel of the night
A far off gleam brought back the light
That once shone in the depths of me
In glowing shades of mystery,
And finally between the lines
Where poetry and life combines,
I linger silent in the shade
As twilight’s tired echoes fade…

From both sides of eternity.
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Eyes that hold the depths of night
Are mirrors of a sacred light
Reflected back from midnight’s song
For flower perfumed psalms belong
Behind the painted glass of day
Where they can dance in wind swept play,
And cobalt tinted eyes can see
From both sides of eternity.

Dark skies hold such endless space
In tapestries of star spun lace
That spread upon the endless loom
Like faces twinkling in the gloom,
Before the eyes close once again
Before that final sense of pain
They glow with so much timeless grace
Like age that shines upon a face.

Some tales are told without a word
Some songs of life are never heard,
Outside the deep set gates of time
Where poets wait to scatter rhyme
Confetti scraps upon the snow
And sing before the fire’s glow,
Between the steps of light and shade
A place where dreams will never fade.

Some prayers reach out with open arms
And travel roads spread out with palms,
To distant dreams of love and hope
From tortured hearts that couldn’t cope
With all the hurt and all the pain
That stumbles through the dark again,
From both sides of eternity
Some eyes choose simply not to see…

 

The shadow of truth.
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I have been here before
I just cant think of when,
I remember the desk
And the paper and pen,
The words are all written
The way I recall,
Like windows of light
Shining in to the hall,
On their way to a room
Where the sun never goes,
Where the night never sleeps
And the dawn never glows,
As they look for the hand
That gave life to their song,
When the shadows of truth
Were so vivid and long,
Where the vespers of Summer
And Winter collide,
Till before very long
There is nowhere to hide,
Until poetry fades
Like the paint on a wall,
Until no-one can hear
When the fading rhymes call,
And all that I know
Is I’ve been here before,
I remember the words
And the tightly locked door…

Suspended silken moments.
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Beneath the silk white billowed sails adrift upon the starlit sea
I stood immersed within a night that seemed to be a part of me,
And on the breeze I heard the sea birds calling in the evening air
Suspended silken moments of a life that we agreed to share,
As all around me seemed to glow in moon transcended silken rain   
A shimmering portrait on the clouds that brought the scent of you again,
Then whisper followed whisper of reverberating evensong
Until I felt you rest again within my heart where you belong.


Your eyes held many messages of mirrored sensitivity
Of promises still yet to come, and silent vows of soon to be,
Though reflections don’t tell every tale, and promises can sometimes fade
Like mirrors in a darkened room that lose themselves within the shade,
Yet in your eyes I sensed a dream that wandered silent as a cloud
Between the veils of now and then, like loneliness within a crowd,
But nonetheless I held your gaze, and chose my path deliberately
A long and gently winding road, a sense of what will be will be.


Through my moments, through my dreams we strolled together hand in hand
For love is always confident, though we could never understand
Why reasons grow like storm clouds, or why sorrows lie in shade
Whenever dreams are distant, or whenever wishes fade,
Yet they say life is for learning, so we’ll carry on our way
Bringing thought to every reason, bringing love to every day,
And I’m sure we’ll see a future learning lessons from the past
Bringing dreams cast in reality, where they will always last…