i know a girl
who's out of this world
that loves to talk to shadows

be it the trees
or tall buildings
it really doesn't matter

i'm thinking that
they must talk back
as she nods her head in wonder

if one runs out
of things to talk about
she turns her attention to another

she rarely smiles
when the sun goes down
with no one to talk to or listen

over time
what she finds
is people aren't quite as interesting

this girl i know
perhaps you've seen her before
that loves to talk to shadows

I've been saving up dreams
Throughout these busy years
Going to build me a boat
Make my way out of here

Collecting colorful sheets
That I'll mend into sails
To catch the nearest cool breeze  
Blowing the way that I feel

Pockets filled up with nails
To steady the planks
A fist full of charts
To explore the dream life

Where all that's ahead
Are whimsical days
The wind at my back
The past in my wake

The dreams that I've saved
Throughout these busy years
I'm putting into that boat
And sailing far off from here

you have more freedom
than you’re using

It's the first day of spring
but little it matters to my heart
where it is always winter.

It's the first day of the spring
And it has tore me apart again
Like an autumn wind.

It is the first day of the spring
But our eyes are still raining
For the memories of summer gone.

Fickle Silver Maples lie forlorn in the -
stillness of Noon , melancholy belles that change -
their sullen tune by the belated , crosswind steamy Georgia afternoon
Dandelion sprinkled prairie of home , bordered in thick , red clay
trenches , kudzu covered period homesteads , Spring peach
and pecan orchards drenched in wild , unabated orchid and coneflower
Sweetgum cones rattle in nightfalls cooling breeze without respite , riverstone retaining walls , whitewashed barns and gravel drives , Bantam hens perch Live Oak branches along flint , cobblestone pathways

Playing in the rain

*a poem
by
Jude Kyrie

Do you remember my love
we were just children back then.
we played in the summer rain.
Dancing in puddles.
Splashing in rubber boots.
I think that's when
I fell in love with you.
I knew even then
we would marry one day.

Remember we always
loved walking in the rain
The olive green days
of our life my love.

Then the sickness came
you tried to hide it from me.
but I knew ...I knew.

Remember that last day
my love.
you asked is it raining
I said yes my love.

Take me outside you said.
Dance with me in the rain
just once more.

Now  when I feel
lonely and sad
I stand in the pouring rain
and can feel you close.
and the gentle pure rain
washes away my tears.