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 Oct 2015 Dreams of Sepia
am i ee
cold rain
beat down

earth softens
bare feet
sinking in
cold wet
weeds
greener than
grass
softer
and natural

fur coats
running along

fox trots by
don't need your
pelt little friend
ones of
your family
living
eternally
watching
having  my back

great blue
heron
takes silent
flight

graceful
& majestic

soaring off

great great blessing....

no 2 leggeds
no beepers
no mowers
no blowers

deep cold mud
a delightful
quagmire
******* me
down
down down
down down
far below
into the ground

left alone
roaming the
night
the early
morn

just us
wee too

puppyhead
& me

SO solitary
SO free
 Oct 2015 Dreams of Sepia
am i ee
time to
go outside
to sit in
the dark
to sit
in the silence....

you ride for me.
the yang
the sun...

here i sit for you
in stillness
the yin
the moon.....

together
we make
the ONE....
to honor my twin... across the sea...
One set of shallow footprints between plant rows , young farmer doubling timing with some place to go ...Two sets of prints , one very tiny , first time in the garden for a curious toddler....Three sets of prints , two brown eyed helpers now , learning  , practicing the craft taught by Father ...One set of prints from a Planter walking slowly , recalling two sweet children , now with gardens of their own ....
Copyright September 25 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson  * All Rights Reserved
I wrote you a note in fourth grade , too afraid to send it to you ,  I put it away . I kept one eye on you at the end of each class all the way through elementary school , almost every day ...In high school you were so beautiful that I couldn't even begin to try an talk to you ! Your star , rising faster every day as mine gradually faded ..I watched from the front porch when you waved goodbye to your parents , then drove away .. I've always wondered if you remember me holding the door for you in mid-November that same year ? Brief yet ever sweet fragrance ...
Copyright September 25 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson  *All Rights Reserved
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I couldn't love you
the way
you deserved.

The time was against us
The prophecies were told
too soon
too wrong
to be true
too soon too swift too sorrow; and
I was afraid you couldn't
handle
The Future!

The
Only real voice
The only real vocation
Was of our hearts pleading:
Do - travel together !
Upon this only true Path
I ever knew would

Blossom effervescent joys

Green leaves trembling in cosy warm winds
branches offering us a shadow no matter day
or night or the Moon or this storm or the Sun
who knew no fear
who loved in colours
who to me ~was so dear!

We loved and we dreamed

And we laughed
As children do

Pine sparks burning
Tickling
Each-other's fire-flies

We loved the essence
Of a total freedom
sealed hand in hand. . .

The lovers freedom ~
never forgotten friends
and the trustworthy skies.

Stars were watching over us
and all the clouds ~ were angels of love
landing softly, soft, upon our shoulders
Amor !
Striked us in a cold cold night
Having a silent debate
With giggly winks
and embraced
nonchalances;
pionirs of a
romantic
fresh air;
mountains,
love beams, power steps
sprouts and cosmonauts
of misssed
little
nostalgia

Spinning in a spinn
of you ~ who were me ~ my beloved!
to dance to explore to eternity
hike
paths
together

. . .and i just. . . i just. . .
I couldn't love you
the way
you deserved.

And you knew She'd be more loved
With us, happier within our arms
To hold you
To hold
. . .
Our extraordinary Love

Love found
Us ~ a miracle in the old city lights
by my friend's mirage music collection
Under those lovely archaic stone arcs
You wrote to me on a little paper
A word I had to solve
I wrote: after. . . .
And we found each other!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kjRo_CHSdt0
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 Oct 2015 Dreams of Sepia
katie
This is my family
splayed out like a fox
caught in the headlights of a
passing car, all brown fur
& wandering teeth,
dried up & tossed on a lonely street.
Left behind unaware of
the wreckage caused,
the family bereft of a sister
 & daughter so loved.
That's what I see from the clouds,
from my imagined suicide.
I see a lost family
trying not to stare at a
huge empty chair.
A Christmas table now a shadow,
not a celebration but a day to fear
& that stops any thoughts I
might have about trying to
disappear.
The air burns where I sleep;
you trudge in almost-snow.

The resetting of alarm clocks
let the wind slip
through your dreamcatcher.

And my sunset is all
the colours of your fall.

I write a poem;
you will awaken six hours
and countless miles later

in the cold
while I burn.

The ink lies between
the segments of the universe;
unreachable,
incomprehensible

in the fire
while you shiver.

What is it to miss
someone?
I do not know.
i've been in the valley, i've been to the peak
i've been in the wind and been in the grime
i have learned that either place can be no safe retreat
from the peak it's so steep, from the valley it's a climb

i've been at the bottom, i've been to the top
i have been to both more than one time
i have learned that either place can be a treacherous spot
from the top it's a drop, from the bottom it's a climb
"the pen is mightier than the sword"
but "actions speak louder than words
I tried "beating around the bush"
even though my hands held two birds

i've played "the devil's advocate"
and i tried "sitting on the fence"
heard it "straight from the horse's mouth"
the horse made "horse sense"

i'm "letting the cat out of the bag"
i can't "let sleeping dogs lie"
you "barked up the wrong tree"
we will never see "eye to eye"

is there "a method to my madness"?
"your guess is as good as mine"
i'm listening to "the voice of reason"
the one "i heard through the grape vine"
Living in the summer sun
Emitting our life's breath
Autumn comes and you are gone
Falling to your death
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