I looked for you everywhere.
Everyday hiding in the eyes
of strangers.
In the reflections
of store windows.
on clear summer days
on the mirrored surface
of crystal pools.
I almost was ready
to stop looking.
When you came to me.
I always knew you were there.
Like I knew the stars
were always there.
Even in the sunlight
when nobody can see them.

I can't remember exactly
when i fell in love with you.
it was back in middle school
that awkward time
between boy and man.
i never told you of course.
i was too quiet and yes shy.
time has passed by so quickly
i am grown and finished with school
and college as are you.
i am still in love with you
i think i always will be
but if i try to tell you
the fluttering starts
in my heart
like a butterflies wings
or a feeding humming bird
the words stick in my throat
and the years of speech therapy
i endured waste away to nothing.
and my stuttering returns
just like it was at middle school.
And i know I will never ever
be able to tell you
how much I love you.

I feel Lost in time.
Between today and yesterday.
Music lost in the cacophony
of memories.
Trying to solve puzzles
Made of enigmas from the past.
Please Just a clue to help me forward.
A single silk thread of a spiders weave.
To guide me through the maze.
Strong enough not to break in my hand
and leave me lost once more.
I look into mirrors of pools
and see no reflection.
Even when I look for me
from a distance
I am missing.
Forever lost.
Perhaps at last
I am a ghost.

THE SHAPE OF WATER
they say Gods do not exist
that if they did they would be untouchable.
I know this not to be true.
They are everywhere
and come in the shapes
of this earth and the next.

Of all the gifts that my god gave me
and for which I am grateful
the power of speech was not one.
From being a little girl I have been silent.

My position at the research labs
of the federal government
is not one of power
I am a cleaner
I pick up messes
wash toilets
And dust the exhibits.

The amphibian man was a God
I know this now.
They had him in chains
trying to find his secrets
They hurt him
and electrocuted him
kept him from his water
that was his home.
Do we always torture our gods
when they visit us.?

My. Silence was his language
I reached to him
and held my hand against his
on the glass of the aquarium
that was his prison.

I fed him as I cleaned the room.
Then when he came from the water
on heavy chains
I held his hand we signed
which is my language
I taught him words and meanings
care... food ..compassion ...and love
and he felt these things for me.

I was the one that heard
his torturers plotting to terminate him
to open up his body
and see what is the difference
between us and him.
I could have told them
what it was,
he had beauty and gentleness.

I think that was when he fell in love with me
no one has ever fallen for me.
I am ordinary
meant to be single
and of course speechless.

What I did not know was
I was falling in love with him
perhaps  meeting of hearts
of two oddities of our separate species.

The escape was easy
no one suspected me
a lowly dumb cleaner.
But I took him out in the laundry cart
I sent out every night.
For weeks I kept him safe
in my little apartment
filling the bathtub with salted water

at last I had someone to care for
someone gentle and kind
someone who did not need
the voice I did not have.
I knew I must set him free
in the oceans where he belonged.
But my heart would break if I let him go.

The real monsters
came looking for him
with guns and there stun guns.
My best friend Dolores from work
phoned they were coming to search my place
I Got him to the harbour by the docks.
But they followed me

The car headlights blinded me
as they fired their weapons .
that when I had been hit
and fell to the ground.

My god lifted me
and dived into the deep waters
I was floating with him
in a lovers dance within the waters.

He was a god
and he healed my wounds
so I  could breathe as he did
under the waters.

Together we left the sadness
of this world and I followed him into his.

Dolores said later

did they fall in love and live happy ever after?
Are they together forever
Living in the domain of the sea.
I like to think so
but
Instead I call upon a poem
Written by lovers hundreds
of years ago.
it says more than my wishes
And defines clearly
What is  love
and the shape of water.

*Unable to perceive the shape of You,
I find You all around me.
Your presence fills my eyes
with Your love,
It humbles my heart,
For You are everywhere

Perhaps we are
married far to long.
The words have all been said?
Have I become the furniture.
Or
Has it become me?
I offer you an apple
For dessert.
It is sweet and ripe
It's juices flow like the
Apple within the garden of Eden.
They will flow down your face
drenched in sweetness.
But you hold it like a stone.
Even as I look to the blue sky.
An ocean for the
white shape shifting
clouds that hold
no rain in their silence.
I see them fascinated
by me in a language
that needs no words.
In their silence
they say everything
I want to say?

The Single Prince------  a fairy tale for adults ---By Jude Kyrie

He was handsome to the extreme.
Definite movie star looks
if movies had been invented
back all those centuries ago.

She was the most beautiful princess
in all the kingdom.
He could not think of anything
but to make her his bride.
So he set forth on his quest of the heart.

But when he rode up to her castle
through the haunted forest of whispers.
across the river of doom
and the desert of the dragons.
he arrived at her door
and proposed marriage to her

she said
No way!Apparently, she hated men
and in fact, had a strong penchant
for girls herself.

Not one to dwell on the mysteries
of a woman's heart, the prince said
fucketh her.
And turned to a life of bachelorhood.
He bought a Harley Chopper
Dated pretty cheerleaders
and slim models with full bosoms.

and never once caught his wife
in bed with  some guy
when he got home unexpectedly

He took up hunting and fishing with his buddies.
raced sports cars at high speed.
spending lonely nights at ***** bars
drinking double malt whiskey
and the finest flagons of ale.

he never heard of *******
or a ******* honey-do list.
Nor did he ever get hit for
child support or alimony.
He kept his castle
and his beloved gun collection

and lived on a diet of fried food
bacon and eggs with sausages and beans
snacking on potato chips.
a diet that caused him to
blow enormous loud farts
which made him a legend
amongst his cronies.
who all thought he was as cool as hell.

He had loads of money in the bank
And not once in his life
did he ever put the toilet seat down.

And he lived
happily ever after
The End

It is a dull rainy day
The city of love
is in muted grays.
Shining In mist of tears.
We kiss under the red umbrella
The only brightness
in the sunless Paris Street.

As we embrace
Your trembling heart strings
play beautiful love songs.
It is your music I hear
The music of your heart.

I whisper my words of love
to you.
Only to you.
You answered me in melodies
With your music.
Rain goes unnoticed
Tapping on the umbrella
Like our heartbeats

The rain is the tears of joy
From all the lovers
That have kissed here before.
Now I am yours
And you are mine.

Whenever lost or apart
I will find my way back home.
Home to your safe place
Following the symphony
Of your love songs
The sirens call that is the
music of your heart

There is a sadness
in the moon this night
I can hear its old heart
sobbing quietly.
As I lie here
awaiting elusive sleep.
I think the old moon
has witnessed
far too much sorrow.
sitting in its lonely forever.
looking down at us all.
It knows all we have
done to each other.
Now some raindrops splash
on my bedroom window
perhaps they belong to the moon
as it weeps
on all that it has seen.

Even in the pure cold air
of the Rockies.
Where silence was first born.
I can hear the soft sob of loss.
The eagle in
his mountain domain.
Soaring above the peaks.
sheds a tear at this grief.
The roaring oceans
still in its weeping wake
are becalmed in anguish.
As my bottle
drains its comfort
into my body I spend
lost moonless nights.
I hear the sorrow between
the ticking moments of time
form the mantle clock.
It is in everything I touch
the doorknob
the  light switch
Her photograph
the book by her chair
her glasses
my heart
my soul.

The softness of Angels
by
Jude Kyrie

*I have an angel in my heart.
She is beautiful and so loving.
I can hear her weeping sometimes.
She wants me to let her free
and to let everyone see her.
But I keep her imprisoned,
She is my very private angel.

People can see only
the worldly tough me .
the one who doesn't
take wooden nickels.
Never gives a sucker
an even break.
The one who never cries.
With a Missouri
show me attitude

But sometimes
When the night is sweet
and quiet.
And you are
lay alongside me so beautiful
and full of softness.

I let her out of me
Just for you to see her.
She changes the glow
of the gentle moonlight
that outlines your body.
She frames your hair
like a glowing halo.

She softens my voice.
almost to a whisper,
I say stupid dumb things.
That the tough old me
would never say.
Like
you are the most
beautiful thing in my life
my darling.
And I love you
so very much honey.
I even say it would break
My heart if I lost you.
She makes me
gentle and loving.
It must be some kind
of Angel trick.

But then as the morning
yawns sunlight into
our bedroom window.
I put my angel in prison again
And get ready to face
the garish world.
For just one more day

It was raining and cold.
The window of the café
was misted with our breath.
She looked so sad almost forlorn.
Its weekend mornings she said
they are so empty without him.
Then when I go to bed
I miss him so much.
The house is silent and
he always was
noisy and laughing .
I saw a tear forming
in her eyes.
She dabbed it with a napkin.
She turned her head
to avoid my glance
as her coffee cup
trembled in her hand.
I sat listening to her
in silence intent
on every word she spoke.
I had never heard a heart
breaking before.
Except perhaps my own.

A memory long forgotten.
Buried deep in memories pain.
came rushing from the heavens
With the first of the springtime rain

We sheltered in the woodlands
To watch the storm go by.
We kissed beneath the rolling thunder
and the lightening in the sky.

Our blood rose with the thunder.
Your eyes were wild and bright.
They said much more than poetry
On that stormy springtime night

I thought I had forgotten
But memory floods it back again.
Every time I hear the thunder
Or feel the kiss of springtime rain.

The Starchild

She was sat on the lawn.
The inner city park an oasis
from the August heat steaming
from the searing concrete buildings
of the old city.

I opened my brown bag.
And ate my sandwich watching her.
From the surrounding woodlands
the wild animals
had congregated
at her feet.

Almost like a class
of kindergarten children.
She was talking softly to them.
From the distance I could see
they held no fear of her.
And soon neither did I.
how could I?

Curious I sat down on the grass
in my business suit.
With the rabbits and squirrels.
She said to them the sky
was the roof of our world
as we know it.
But also the floor of eternity.
That she was a starchild from out there.
And her spirit plays in the sunlight.
Far above
in the land of starchildren.

She said at night she watched
them play through her open window
far into the starlight above.
Where the light was pure and timeless.

The sunlight caught her hair like a halo
For a moment I thought she was an angel.
She said she will return there one day.
And her being would drift
from star to star
exploring everything.
Seeing wonders that did not exist here.
She would visit
every single one.
Since she would have
an eternity to do it.

She does not come
to the park since
the fall arrived.
and the golden leaves
blew into the cool winds.
the park now seems
an empty sad place.
And in my heart
I miss her.

I am writing poems to the ghost once more.
The ones that wail in the space
Where my heart once lived.
Where sadness dwells in oceans
And longing drowned in their depths?
Let the ink spill in blue words
like veins onto the paper.
Once you collected all the stars
From the galaxy.
You pressed them into my eager hands.
To guide you through
All the darkness of life you said.
How could I ever stop the gods
from taking you away?
The one who could collect stars.
When you left I folded my heart
into a love letter.
And slipped it quietly into your soul.
To take with you to eternity.
I promised myself to stop
writing to the ghost.
But they are all the
comfort that remains,
So I write to them one more time.
As the dying embers of your stars
fade in my hands one by one.

The Stargazer

She saw me looking at the beautiful night sky.
You seem fascinated by the stars she mused.
They are more fascinated by me I said.
We understand each other
The stars and I.
They see me as the one who makes wishes
I see them as the stars who fail to grant them.
People think stars are made of fire and power.
But they are only made of lost dreams
and unanswered prayers.
Which one is made of your wishes?
she mused..
I show her the brightest star in the heavens.
The starlight pouring from it
like a waterfall.
It is that one it is on fire
with my wishes.
They are all about you
Doesn’t that make you a star

When You said to me
You wanted to be happy
I always made you laugh.

When you said to me
You felt so sad
I always gave my shoulder
for you to cry on.

When you said to me.
I am so cold
I covered you inside my coat
And hugged you
Sharing my warmth.

When you said to me
I need to feel close to you
I always rested your head
upon my chest so you could
feel my heartbeat.

When I said to you
I needed to feel
You kissed my lips.

When I said to you
I needed beautiful dreams
You gently closed my eyes.

When I said to you
I need to make love.
You took me
to your bed.

When I said to you
I want to marry you
You slipped my ring
upon your finger.

When we both said
we wanted
a lifetime together
filled with love a home
and children.
We both gave it to
each other.

Mother was controlling.
hard,self centered, spoiled and rich.
I forgot beautiful but I suppose
to the outsiders looking in
she was perfect.
I think she hated me
I was the quiet one
my brother handsome and wild
was the apple of her eye.
you will amount to nothing
she told me from being a child.
why can't you be more
like your brother
she cried at me.
she prepped my brother
for fame and fortune.
he will be the next mayor
of this city she said.
I could not take any more
I left the house
living rough in the inner city.
I got a tiny apartment
above a cobblers store.
one night a woman banged
on the door at a late hour.
she was a *******
her **** had beaten her.
I let her in.
she stayed with me.
we did not have ***.
I figured she needed
a break.
My mother found us.
and insulted the lady
calling her a *****.
she did not know her story
about a husband who
was shot by a passing car.
Losing her home her dignity
More to spite mother  than because
I loved her I married my *******.
There was a strange change about her.
she cleaned for me.
fixed nice meals.
washed my clothes.
I still never touched her.
But she was somehow in love with me.
one night she bought a bottle of wine
we could ill afford
I got a bit tipsy.
She took me to her bed.
and I felt a warmth
I had never felt in my life before.
it was ****** stupid love.
I did not want it or seek it
but it found me.
mother offered her money to go away.
But I told her I needed her.
my job as an accountant
at the city took off.
I became the city treasurer.
then when the elections came up
I was put forward for Mayor
against my brother.
they leaked my wife's background
as a call girl out in the press.
But she stood in front of the media
and told her story truly
and mine.
We gained a large lead in the polls
the women related to her plight.
on election night
it was a landslide
I became Mayor
She became the first lady if the city.
we have four children now.
I am being put forward
to run for Governor.
and my sweet lady will become
the first lady if this great state.

a year later

the four kids
myself
and my beautiful wife
kissed as we entered the governor's mansion.
she whispered I love you so much my husband.
I whispered back not as much as I love you
my lady.*

.

Inside a single moment
All is changing
A memory a feeling
Almost a presence
From fearful
childhood dreams

From a sun filled
humid summer day
Darkness falls.
The presence
is closer now

It creeps in
through open windows
The cracks  in walls

Now a wind howling
Like a wild haired banshee
Then the deluge
as if commanded
by a powerful hand.

even the mirrors
and pictures
on the walls
reflectt only
the fears of childhood.

It was my own fault.
I cannot blame her.
she told me up front
she was a sprite
her vehicle the summer wind.
but I bacame intoxicated
on her lightness of being.
I thought if I gave her
all of my heart.
her flirting soul would change.
But her eyes sparkle
her laugh like windchimes.
she said I am the summer wind
my breezes are warm
stirring the grass,
bending the golden barley,
filling the breath of man.
my heart skips across
the world
But it cannot stay.
I have loved you
but now I must blow away
always remember my love
you were loved
by the summer wind

Back at work after her honeymoon
she had a radiance
that flowed from her smile.
As she entered the room
we all turned to her shining glow
looking for the door
that would let us inside it.

There was some kind of invisible
golden light that emitted from her heart.
Even the flowers noticed her
and turned to her for her warmth
in their silent curiosity.

And if the those lovebirds the doves
had had been there.
They would have cooed in delight.
Each one of us, even the lonely
have a small fire burning inside.
Hoping that one day it will be
set to a blazing inferno by someone.

In the present moment
she is the one that cannot hide
her sweetness, her inner beauty.
And we lie before her like
sunbathers on the beach
basking in her sunshine

The Sweetest Song


My soul is flying from my body.
Crying its words of love
far above the mountains.
Its echo repeats across
pristine valleys.
All my love for you
is resonating
in the soul of existence.
We sing our love song
As a  duet.
Two voices singing as one note.
The harmonics of our love
Resonate in sympathy.
Spreading our beautiful song
To the far corners of the earth.

Sometimes Mama
I realize she's gone
never coming back.
I can even say
she left because
she doesn't love me.
She's changing
to me now Mama
I think of her
as a thief that
broke into my heart
and stole
all my most intimate
secrets.

Long ago and far away
The thorn bird sang
For just one day.
Silent until a
thorn bush he found.
In that place he made
his majestic sound.
In the light of a sunny morn
He impaled himself upon a thorn.
His singing voice was sweet and clear
Bringing joy to all who hear.
Even in heaven way up high
It brought a tear to the masters eye.
When his singing stopped
The whole world cried.
As the lovely singer
faded and died.

The Time Traveller
Time is a confusion to me these days
is it today or twenty years ago?
Old age has taken its toll with me.
My mind is now a time traveling machine
Where will I be when I wake?
A thrush warbles its tune
through the open bedroom window,
Summer fills the air with fragrances.
I turn to Mary and say
It’s going to be a wonderful day my love.
Then as I touch her hair
her undisturbed pillow
reaches my fingers.
Then it is now again
I know she is no longer here with me.
How strange the instant of our los
s never loses its sharp pain?

I read the notes
my daughter left for me.
The six cartons of milk in the refrigerator
A testament to my time travels.
As I eat a bowl of cereal
Mary joins me for a chat once more.
We talk of our retirement plans,
the travel, the exploring the joys.

Old age will be our time,
she smiles
I am as fascinated with her sparkling eyes
as I was the first time I saw her
so long ago so very long ago.

I have an overwhelming need
to tell her I love you, but she has gone
lost in the mystery of times ether.

My daughter arrives to fix my lunch.
dad why don't you sell up
And move into the retirement home.
she asks "don’t you get lonely here Dad?"
I answer quietly
and Mary smiles secretly
from across the room.
No kitten, not lonely.never lonely.

I remember you  
You told me you were a time travellor.
I fell in love with you anyway.
Without you time meant nothing to  me.
I knew  time travel
was a  fantastic  imagination gone wild..
But I was infatuated  
even if I did not believe  you.
To prove it.
You asked me
where in time did I want to go.
I knew  where I knew  when.
I followed  you into your house.
You kissed  me and I fell asleep.
When I  awakened she was there.
So beautiful and young so pretty
She was stunning I don’t remember  her
So much  like  this..
She said can I help you sir?
I realized she did not recognize me.
I was at leat twenty years older than her.
I whispered  softly  as the tears of joy
Fell down my face
Mom it’s me Jude.
I have missed you so much.

Then I was back from  time to now.
Did you see her she asked.
I said yes .
Do you believe me now
I said yes.
She said where next
do you wish to see.
I said five years into
the future from now.
She kissed me again
I fell asleep  and when I awoke
I saw my beautiful timetravellor.
She was as beautiful as ever.
I saw our children our home our life.
I knew she was my soul mate.
She smiled at me so full of promises.
Do you like what you see.
I nodded yes  very much.
I have traveled
a thousand years to find you.
It is us
she said.
It is where  we are destined to be.

The Time Traveller's wife.

Time is a confusion to me these days
is it today or twenty years ago?
My mind in my old age
is a time traveling machine.
Where will I be when  I wake?
A thrush warbles its tune
through the open bedroom window.
I turn to Mary and say
It’s going to be a wonderful day my love.
Then as I touch her hair
her undisturbed pillow
reaches my fingers.
Then it is now again
I know she is no longer here

How strange the instant of our loss
never loses its pain?
I read the notes my daughter left for me.
The six cartons of milk
in the refrigerator
A testament to my time travels.

As I eat a bowl of cereal
Mary joins me for a chat once more.
We talk of our retirement plans,
the travel, the exploring the joys of freedom.
Old age will be our time, she smiles.

I am as fascinated with her sparkling eyes
as I was the first time
I. ever  saw her so very long ago.
I have an overwhelming need
to tell her
" I love you Honey"
But she has gone
lost in the mystery of times ether.

My daughter arrives to fix my lunch.
She asks me.
"Have you considered
the retirement condo Dad
"don’t you get lonely here ?"
I answer quietly.
No kitten,
never lonely.
never lonely.

In my heart there's
a place where you linger.
Soft shoulders where
I go to cry .

There's a crack in a
dark shuttered window.
And a tree where the
Nightingales die.

A sliver of melting twilight
Falls down on a meadow of green
My heart wants to
drown in your pure light.
In a place where
true loves never been.

You fade in a darkened barroom.
Where men go to die of the blues
I bring you two dozen teardrops
To pour on your soul to bloom.

I will light up your faded parlors
If you look you will see me there.
I will be wearing a coat of forever
A rose growing wild in my hair

So carry me down to your rivers
let me bathe in the pools of your sighs.
Here's my heart here's my soul
there for you now.
Forever until all time dies.

In my heart there’s a room where you linger
Soft shoulders where I go to cry
The a crack in a dark shuttered window
And a tree where the nightingales die.

A sliver of fading moonlight
falls soft on a valley of green.
My heart wants to drown
in your pure light
In a place where true loves never been

I want to light up your faded parlors
If you look you will find me there
I will be wearing a coat of forever
A rose growing wild in my hair.

But you fade in a darkened barroom.
Where men go to die of the blues.
All I bring you are two dozen teardrops
To pour on your soul to bloom.

The velvet touch


I was so in love with you.
When you made love to me
I would write invisible
love letters on your skin.
poetry on your lips
and my name on your fingertips.

I loved how you were selfconscious
You complained your teeth were not
white enough.
but I would write love poems
about the warmth
that fell from your smile
like purest sunlight.
I could rest in your smile
for hours.

I loved your eyes
deep and dark
like drowning pools.
I would keep my eyes open
as we kissed
to look into heaven
just for a moment.

I loved your gentleness
how you touched me so softly
as though I would break
like a fragile eggshell.

What I did not know
was you were a writer as well
and when you left
you had written poetry
all over my body
but it was not written
with your fingertips
but indellibly
like the needle
of a tatoo artist.

And even when I just think
of of letting you go from my heart
I read one of the poems
you wrote on my skin.
and my fragile eggshell heart
is shattered and crushed
by someone with a velvet touch.

It is springtime in the capital.
I visit here every year on this day.
it was the day he died
so long ago
so very long ago.
in a war no one remembers.
Cherry blossoms are abundant
everywhere I look
warm spring sunshine is glowing.
The wall is long and filled
with the uncountable
names of the fallen.

I look for the name
of my boyhood friend Joseph Reilly
It is always hard to find.
So many names so much sadness.

We served together in Nam
I hear the explosion
the flash of the landmine.
He gave his life that I might live
a gift beyond any gratitude.

A shaft of sunlight falls
onto the gold filigree
of the names on the wall.
On my white shirt they reflect
like on a screen.
I see his name on me
as though he is reaching to me
to say I love you man.
I whisper not as much
as I love You Joe.

A cloud passes the sun
and his name melts
from my white shirt
On the granite wall it stays

It was springtime in the capital.
I visit here every year on this day.
Cherry blossoms are abundant
everywhere I look warm spring sunshine.
The wall is long and filled
with the names of the fallen.

I look for the name
of my boyhood friend Joseph Reilly
It is always hard to find.
So many names so much sadness.

We served together in Nam
I hear the explosion
the flash of the landmine.
He gave his life that I might live
a gift beyond any gratitude.

A shaft of sunlight falls
onto the gold filigree
of the names on the wall.
On my white shirt they reflect
like on a screen.
I see his name on me
as though he is reaching to me
to say I love you man.

A cloud passes the sun
and his name melts from my shirt
On the wall it stays

I have known
the sweetness of love.
The songs of springtime
with its mandolin winds.
All the pleasures of a child
played with and tired of.

Now ****** on the battlefields
of blood and death.
All around me
flows the horrors of war.
Blood and destruction
but all this must one time end.

I am tired of love
that is given for only lending.
The impatient and unfaithful heart.
All the unimportant
despicable pettiness of peace.

Give me
Oh blessed Gods of war.
A hell of fire.
A battlefield
of blood and death.
The burdens of
a strong man’s agony.

You warned me
not to fall in love with you.
I tried and really tried not to.
But then you
spoke beautiful poetry
with your words
and rested butterfly’s
on my naked skin.

The river runs through this old town.
Like a silver flashing knife.
I know ever meandering inch of it.
I sleep in its weeds.
I drink its waters.
I purify my soul in its depths.
It's not a poem.
To say I love its waters.
Or the dirt path
that carries me for miles.
Or that I hear a symphony
from the train tracks,
as I sleep.
Or that god leaves his face
in the patch of stars
on an indigo canvas,
above the treetops.
There is always a swallow
from my hip flask
to warm my heart.
One day I will be old
Too old to live rough.
And I will speak sweetly
of the stars.
In the arms
of a caring soft woman.

The Wedding Gown

In her closet dark and deep
the white dress hangs in timeless sleep.
Faded now to a yellowed cream.
like the naive young bride's romantic dream.

Not guarded by a covered case
But breathing daily the life it's faced.
it wears its marks like battle scars.
like all her old dreams in silent jars.

Just like our marriage
and the children it bore
well used
well seasoned
well cherished
yet never torn.

For you baby
only you
Jude

Not All  precious things have a value
Not all in the dark are lost
The tree that is strong does not wither
Its deep roots lie untouched by the frost

Like the phoenix  from the ashes has woken
Like the rose under snow in the spring
Like the heart that forever was broken
All will soar like a bird on the wing

The wild seawind
By

Jude Kyrie



Let me leave a salted kiss like  the wild seawind

Full of ocean spray and nature's guile

Excite sweet passions in your mind


Let me touch your heart where love I find

Bring  night birds songs to make you smile

Let me leave a salted kiss like  the wild seawind.


Bring starlit gifts and a heart to blnd

With music sweet and a love that's wild.

Excite sweet passions in your mind


In windswept dreams my love you will find

A heart thats loyal through every trial

Let me leave a salted kiss like the wild seawind


I will love you even when old and lined.

And stay faithful every travelled mile

Let me leave a salted kiss like the wild seawind

Excite sweet passions in your mind

I have left my journey too late.
The fall was too much like summer.
The food too plentiful
The wind too warm
as it whispered
sweet untruths to me.
The snows came
from a patient winter.
Covering the meadows
and trees.
Now the food was covered.
And the cold winds
cried a song of death.
The grey winter sky
contained no sweet thermals
to allow me to glide
in swooping graceful flight.
The southern climb
is too far for me travel alone.
The journey
over the sea too lonely.
The winter saw me
it wanted my tiny ilfe
it waited until I was fooled
and dreamt of endless summers.
and in my dream it brought
it's final justice

This summer night the sky
was an explosion of starlight
They are so beautiful she said.
Not as lovely as you I whispered.

You seem so fascinated by the stars
I think they are more fascinated by me.
I answered

I once thought that stars were made
of magic dust and could grant
the wishes of lovers
here on earth.
But they are not.

She looked at me closely
seeking an explanation.

All they are made of
Are the ungranted wishes,
and sad broken promises.
Wishes they never granted me.
regardless of all the love in my heart.
I explained.

Which is your wishing star
she asked?
i point to the brightest star
in the heavens.
"that one,
the brightest star in the night sky."
it is so full and bright with all my
ungranted wishes.

They are all about you I said.
Doesn't that perhaps
make you a star.

Winter nights are when the grey wolf cries,
across the skeleton forest shorn of leaves.
Grey and invisible within the resting trees,
Silent and patient intelligent ice blue eyes wait.

It is calling for me to rekindle with the pack
For as a woman I am also partly wolf.
Now my hair turns grey like their coats.
My eyes are as wise as nature.

I lie as they lie with my belly on the earth
in reverence of its timeless wisdom.
to feel its pulsating heartbeat.
The silver shine of my wolfs eyes empower me,
Overflowing my soul, with ancient knowledge.

Though human I lie down in company of the wolf,
suckling the milk of my mother, gaining her strength
Standing in the rains of her wisdom
Her daughter, her immortality, Her wolf.

As the night blooms
into starlight and moonbeams.
I feel you fold into a ball behind me.
The darkness falls into shadows.
Reflecting on the white sheets of our bed.
And I feel your silent tears.
They fall like raindrops
If it was sunlight you would
arc a rainbow with their flow.
But it would not be for me.
The music playing in your heart
Is orchestrated for him not me.
I feel the palpable sadness of you
And I know in quiet resignation
That you must leave me
because.....
I can never be him.

I do not know her given name.
Everyone called her Misty
Perhaps because she floated unnoticed
in a foggy ethereal calm .

He noticed her quiet countenance
and he controlled her every thought.
Powerful strong controlling
Misty disappeared even further
into the vapor that was her.

She followed him like cargo
to be taken places.
Never to choose for herself
When I looked into her ice blue eyes
seeing the sadness she held inside.
The need to be herself dying within her.

People would say of them
What does he see in her?
She’s so laid back and dreamy.
She has nothing to offer.
Just a flat personality.

Then one day
she broke free from him
Traveled to places she had only
seen in glossy travel
brochures and magazines.

She had adventures in other places
that were not even in travel magazines.
Places she once thought
she would never ever go to.
Well! Not on her own anyway.

Things I want for you

i want to capture
the breath of mist
that rises from a water lily
in the first summer light.
but above this
to capture the reflections
of sunlight that falls upon your skin
when morning calls a new day.

I want to taste the perfume
of flowers on my tongue.
and to shine like
the dreaming moon
as you fall asleep.

I want to be in your dreams
spending the sleeping hours
still with you.
and to be there
as your eyes open
in the awakening dawn.

I want to plant seeds of love
in the fertile green valley
and harvest thier fruits
all though the years.

I want to cherish you
and give all my  purest
love to you.

In an instance this defeat.
the acid rain pours in victory.
No more sky of blue
or crimson of leaves.
Only bleak and sorrowful grey.
Your warmth is missing.
I seek it in every desolate room.
in every cold crowded Street
you are missing in the crowd.
All that is left  for me is silence.
Only the somber rain falls.
For too long I have been
resonant with the
green pastures.
The white topped
mountain peaks.
The joy of flowers.
But now
this defeat.
This endless rain.

My heart is like
the old ramshackle cottage
I grew up in.
The stairs creak the dampness
attacks the walls.
The electric wiring has no logic.
And the *** of chicken soup
is simmering on the stove.
it’s not as tidy as it should be.
Perhaps I will clean it up soon.
It’s a lovely old place to look at
But its not a place I should invite
anyone special into.