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CA Guilfoyle Aug 2015
Moon winds pretend to know me
clouds steal the sky away
never knowing my name
only a diaphanous veil
what game            
night stars
play
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2015
This morning, upon my wall
with lilies, lilies tall
sun shadows
the beauty
of it
all

Colors
and flowers
birds of dawn
in the singing trees
has only ever been a dream
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2015
This desert
with blinding beauty burns
always a season of birds  
before the sun, the grey raining clouds
we traveled miles over hills leading up and outward
with all its budding ways the glowing days of May
fragrant petals faded into summer
scorched our lips, how we slipped
into the ways of fire
our love, only a smouldering pyre.
CA Guilfoyle Aug 2015
A fevered pulse
though sweat moves slow
as night falls
fast upon our bed
breath of steam
we float like dream
to fill the hollows
sink, we swallow
the light of gold
we seek to follow
hear a blue calling
under the ache of stars
as the moon blooms
softly sallow.
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2015
There was a bird that time, a flicker
they always remind me of you
the melt of spring fever, the tapping on the roof
how like snow the petals flew
that window, the rain, the rainbows too
the breath and sigh of you
our springtime walks
the way the forest talked
soon of summer to come
we were completely undone
unchained in the falling rains
sweet like music the call
of your name.
written for Jim
  Jul 2015 CA Guilfoyle
Joel Frye
What
           ((holds)) you
to unyielding self?

Petrified
you stone your sins
and still miss the mark;
attempt to beat soul
into healing.

Fool.

Even this
nascent struggle
to understand
casts another rock.

Would you lobotomize...
****** a stick
into your eye socket
to see more clearly?

The peine forte et dure is
in the resistance;
you know,
and do not accept
grace
in the hands
easing you toward
the gentle current
of Spirit
washing around you.

Why?

Entombed by need
to atone,
you cannot roll
the rock aside alone.

Stop asking for
"more weight",
Giles Corey...
you are a fearsome man
standing upright.
CA Guilfoyle Jul 2015
It came softly warm, mist of fragrant showers
garden flowers of parchment petals
drank of sun, of moon, of rain
silent the Perseid showers
a falling sea of rain
sparkling in the night sky.
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