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Navaho...sitting by your tee,***
Looking far away...
Lost in space and time
Old warrior
Tired and  tranquil
Remenbering the old braves of yore
Phantoms that you see  
Among the clouds
Old partners of wars
Pow wows... in the night skies

Sleeping on the hard earth
Joined in efforts , tenacily
Wise as serpents
Light as a deer
Running in tall grasses
Your arrows  lined together
Above your shoulder
Your name" light foot"
Protected by the canopy
Of the wide Arizona skies

Colette Anne Naegle
copy rights 2005
I am a leaf in the winds
        Of time
Floating through space
        hurridely
Face up, face down
Knocking on walls
      of eternity
In an Einsteinian sort of way

I do not belong
  to this plane
Going in and out of
  Many dimensions...
Like the spirit that i became

Colette Anne Naegle
copyrights 2008
Twirling madly with his stars
In Arles
Surrounded by night at the café
Where he drank pastis

Bonding
With his sun  illuminated wheat
Taking a walk among
The wind blown cypress trees
His girating irises
His spinning suns

Loosing my eyes
in his self portrait of red hair
intent stare
Of genius

How sad ...they never told you
What a giant you were

Colette Anne Naegle
copyrights 2005
In a deep recess
Cloaked in darkness
Her shinny body
Glowing outside of its opaque deeds
Waiting for a prey
She does not miss a beat
The fact that you are alive
Makes her tremble with hate
Black becomes her
Messenger of death
A she twirls around in her webb
Exposing the red dot
Of her hour glass

Colette Anne Naegle
copy rights 2007
Wisper, because time
passes so quickly.
Wisper for fear the clock strikes
one too many

The hours like sighs
rob us of our moments
the good, the bad, the indiffrernt
I try to hold you .
Like the seive holds water
Through my fingers you glisten
you glimmer, you disappear
Time, time, my elusive one
You make my life appear
like a dream I hardly dreamt

You are going, you are gone
Of all the sunsets of my days
I'll remember but a few....time so dear
So unpalpable
You are gone

Colette Anne Naegle
copyrights
2006

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