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  Jan 2016 Jose Gonzalez
Joyce
Your eyes so beautiful.
Your voice so lovable.
Your mind so fragile.
Your love so untouchable.
  Jan 2016 Jose Gonzalez
A Lopez
The worst
Pain of
It all- is
When
Your amor
Is dead
And
Go-
Ne-
feral as the untamed passion
of the soul

Unrestrained murmurs
seep out into ether vastness
pleas of an abandoned heart
A howling silence bears a merciless ache  
heedless to the rampant storm

This silent reverie --
but muted amends.
For in shameless longing,
the furor a deserted heart,
thrums onward, unrequited,
wafting in the wind song’s serendipity
Wild as the winged wanton breeze  

Oh chilling winter winds of change !
Come lay me down ;
as if I were the windblown
golden fields of summer

down to the ground … down to the ground

                                                       cast aside some unnoticed countryside

Smugly indifferent,
restless to rise up untouched,
where seeds  of  wild hope
once thrived

defy gravity
in the wind swept  aftermath

a thwarted sweet surrender


© *wild is the wind
Jose Gonzalez Jan 2016
I weep for your loss my friend,
unimaginable the heartbreak that you feel.
My soul shakes to the grief that you are enduring,
as a moment of your life is a saddened one.

Know that you need not journey alone in this time,
as I am here to walk along the way in company.
For when it may feel as you can no longer walk on,
You can lean on me, supported, encouraged,
and as a friend in caring.

From my heart to yours, soul to soul,
I travel by your side, a Brother in arms.
Strength, Peace, and Love be with you!!

Copyright © Jose Gonzalez 1/11/2016
Sometimes it is hard to come up with what to say in a time of loss. But I tried what I could for my friend.  May his father rest, but with knowledge that his son is with great friends. A testament of both his parents.
Jose Gonzalez Jan 2016
I still gaze upon the ocean of distance,
sometimes lost in the voice that carries upon the waters.
wishing to whisper a song of heart,
to be carried upon the winds to her ears in the night.
I still stop upon these shores in deep thoughts,
then looking skyward, willing a shooting star to where she is,
in hopes that she will see, to know, it is a part of me I send!!

Copyright © Jose Gonzalez 1/11/2016
a thought before I sleep:

Sometimes when something truly Beautiful and great is seen, an impression is left behind.
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