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Eric W Oct 2018
It is time to rest,
give your burned-out heart a break,
a chance to accept something
the years have aged to be
just this -
a path to respite,
a cozy cottage and a warm pillow
to lay down your unraveling thoughts,
you are safe here.
Feel the Autumn air pass your lips,
form a cloud of mist
in the chilly air,
falling to rest upon the shape
of your body -
the peaks and valleys of this life,
the alters to pray for the future,
a place where the dreams of more
are true.
  Oct 2018 Eric W
Traveler
You feel it slowly at first
The singeing of sanguine-pumped pain
Piercing the remnants of a drained soul
Spreading through those past-haunted veins

You grasp & claw for something, anything
Maybe it’s hope, or just some fresh air
Something to save you from the agony
But still you drown in the depths of despair
....
Living in a maze of contemplation
All these things that I've become
This web of karma
I've weaved completely
Every which way my spiders run

Perhaps a pill or
Some sort of medication
Could help me find my poetic way
Yet I could never give in
To an indication
That I've nothing left to say
.....
A collaboration with the kindhearted Satita!!!
Traveler Tim
  Oct 2018 Eric W
Pradip Chattopadhyay
She wakes me up deep in the night.

I understand you, she smiles
snuggling into me, her nose,
pressed cotton soft on my cheek

I have no strength, I cry
not one, for you

I love your weakness
love you for your weakness
her breath wafts into mine

and the boy stuck in his age
floats in the web
of the girl forever
forgiving.
Eric W Oct 2018
If you should fade away,
please do so, sometime soon,
perhaps tomorrow
or the next day.
Find yourself lined in time's
passages where the future rests,
woven into the moments that
are to come.
I could not ask for more,
no more than today's present moments,
no more than your smile
for a fleeting minute.
If you should go,
please, do not tarry too long,
run into the next day,
leave me to the moments past,
stuck in present times
where you have settled
and stayed,
I'll not ask for more, no,
no more than
today.
And I will pray, pray that tomorrow is always a day away.
Eric W Oct 2018
A smile plays, prances,
around the edge of your lips,
threatening to break through
while you slumber on
in mid-morning hours,
and I can’t help but ask -
what are your dreams made of?
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