At last we are here at the dance.
Not the pretty school dance from years gone bye.
But the raw dance bereft of preconceived movements.
The dance of life immortal.
Where the answer is yes you may
go as far as you like dance.
where the raw night touched the morning.

At last we are here at the dance
Not the shy shuffling slow dance.
Or
The mirror balled waltz of romance dance
But the dance of passion and wants and needs.
Where our skins are shed
and sheets are ruffled into *****.
The in the need of our souls dance.
Where skin and heat melt into one element.

At last we are here at the dance.
where bodies and sheets and flesh
Burn in the dark night of life.
where hallelujah screams from souls.
Where our raw needs flow unhindered
Unfettered and free.
At last we are here at the dance.

When she threw me out
It was my fault I know.
The drinking had started again.
I slept in the car for days.
Locked out at night.
Yet still I drank
My job was lost.
But not as lost as me.
I remember waking
in the drunk tank.
I was ***** unshaven.
And my eyes were hollow.
She paid my bail.
I saw her through the bars
of the cell.
She was so beautiful.
And so clean and pure.
She whispered quietly
I always loved you.
I still do.
I felt so ***** I needed
A shower and shave.
But living rough is hard.
I quietly said thank you
I love you too.
She touched my cheek
With her finger tips
Like she used
to touch my skin
When we made love
In our clean bed.
She had tears in her eyes
As she saw what I had become.
She said softly
You know I lost our son as well.
As I stumbled away
to that signpost
for the town of oblivion.

A town called Oblvion
by
Jude Kyrie


When she threw me out
It was my fault I know.
The drinking had started again.
I slept in the car for days.
Locked out at night.
Yet still I drank.
My job was lost.
But not as lost as me.
I remember waking
in the drunk tank.
I was ***** unshaven.
And my eyes were hollow.
She paid my bail.
I saw her through the bars
of the cell.
She was so beautiful.
And so clean and pure.
She whispered quietly
I always loved you.
I still do.
I felt so ***** I needed
A shower and shave.
But living rough is hard.
I quietly said thank you
I love you too.
She touched my cheek
With her finger tips
like she used
to touch my skin
when we made love
In our soft clean bed.
She had tears in her eyes
As she saw what I had become.
I turned in shame to leave.
but she held my shoulder.
She said softly
You know I lost our son as well.
my head looked at the ground
as I stumbled away
to that signpost
for the town of oblivion.

When she threw me out
It was my fault I know.
The drinking had started again.
I slept in the car for days.
Locked out at night.
Yet still I drank
my job was lost.
but not as lost as me.
I remember waking
in the drunk tank.
I was ***** unshaven.
And my eyes were hollow.
She paid my bail.
I saw her through the bars
of the cell.
She was so beautiful.
And so clean and lovely.
She whispered quietly
"I always loved you."
"I still do."
I felt so ***** I needed
a shower and shave.
But living rough is hard.
I quietly said thank you
I love you too.
She touched my cheek
with her finger tips.
Like she used
to touch my skin
when we made love
In our clean bed.
She had tears in her eyes.
As she saw what I had become.
She said softly
You know I lost our son as well.
But tears filled my eyes
as I stumbled away
to that signpost
for the town of oblivion

When she threw me out
it was my fault I know.
The drinking had started again.
I slept in the car for days.
Locked out at night.
Yet still I drank.
My job was lost.
But not as lost as me.
I remember waking
in the drunk tank.
I was ***** unshaven.
And my eyes were hollow.
She paid my bail.
I saw her through the bars
of the cell.
She was so beautiful.
And so clean and pure
Just like I remembered her.
She whispered quietly
"I always loved you."
"I still do."
I felt so ***** and ashamed
I needed a shower and shave.
But living rough is hard.
I quietly said thank you
I love you too.
She touched my cheek
softly with her finger tips
like she used
to touch my skin
when we made love
in our clean bed.
She had tears in her eyes
As she saw what I had become.
She said softly
You know
I lost our son as well.
I turned away
so she could not see
the tears in my eyes.
And I stumbled away
to that signpost
for the town of oblivion.

A town called Oblvion

When she threw me out
It was my fault I know.
The drinking had started again.
I slept in the car for days.
Locked out at night.
Yet still I drank
My job was lost.
But not as lost as me.
I remember waking
in the drunk tank.
I was ***** unshaven.
And my eyes were hollow.
She paid my bail.
I saw her through the bars
of the cell.
She was so beautiful.
And so clean and pure.
She whispered quietly
I always loved you.
I still do.
I felt so ***** I needed
A shower and shave.
But living rough is hard.
I quietly said thank you
I love you too.
She touched my cheek
With her finger tips
Like she used
to touch my skin
When we made love
In our clean bed.
She had tears in her eyes
As she saw what I had become.
She said softly
You know I lost our son as well.
As I stumbled away
to that signpost
for the town of oblivion.

He had the desk
next to mine.
At primary school.
He was so sweet
I really liked him.
No much more than that.
Much more.

At high school
He carried my books
home from school
every day.
Even though
it was out of his way.

He was my date
At the graduation dance
We even decided
to go to the same college

It was there we broke
The heavy chains of friendship.
And he became
My one and only lover.

We married young
Our parents
were not surprised
They were expecting it.

Before I knew it
We had three kids.
Two girls and a boy.


September 10h 2001

He came home from the city
As usual he tossed burgers
On the barbeque.
And we got the kids to bed.

He poured a glass
of white wine.
We sat and chatted
And sent to bed at 10
He wanted to make love
I said not tonight
The kids had been terrors
all day.

The next morning
he left for work
With a quick kiss and a
see you later honey.

I got the kids off to school
And sat in front of the TV
With my morning coffee.
The towers were just turning
to ashes.
Just like my life
at that moment.
All I could think was
I wish I had made love
to him last night.

September 11 2015

The kids are all grown up now
My son looks just like him.
He would be so proud.
We lower our heads say
a prayer at ground zero.

I look up to the sky
And whisper
I love you honey
It was always you
Only you.

And he answered me
A beautiful giant rainbow
appeared over the grey skyline
Of New York
And I know it was for me.

Autumn

*Another Autumn cascades
In the final colors of the year.
The burnished bronze leaves fall
So does the joy in my heart.
For it is yet another autumn
Here with me
Without you.

AUTUMN RAIN

*There is mournful cry in the Autumn rain.
Soulful rain.
Tap, tap, tapping on my darkened pane,
Window pane.
Cold winds whisk by with an icy breath,
With a wailing voice that whispers death.
Tree tops curve away from the sky
Bend and die.

What gives such sadness to the rain?
Autumn Rain.
It cries like a soul in human pain.
Soul in pain.

Frozen wetness chills the flowers heads
Ice cold upon the summer beauty
now lay dead.
It knows such beauty must decay.
Passing youth away.

I wish to know this autumn rain.
Endless rain.
Saddens my heart as it
streams down the pane.
Weeping pane.

Is it taunting the brown leaves that fled?
Watering gravestones
where more than grass lie dead.
Do they haunt our memories once again
In the relentless taunting autumn rain?
endless autumn rain.

Autumn Rush
by
Jude Kyrie

Your eyes are as green
as the emerald forest.
Smiling, dreams of firelight
in a burning autumn sky.

the trees resonate
the ancient mantras
of time long past.
Cooling winds fed by
the milky moonlight
foretell the seasons change.

Golden leaves float
in the thin air drifting like ghost .
The reflecting golden
wavelets on the pond
See a rising mist.
of summers
last  breath over them.

And the rush of autumn
stirs my heart
like a mother's touch

Your eyes as green as the emerald forest.
Smile dreams of firelight in a burning autumn sky.
the trees resonate the ancient mantras of time past
Cooling winds fed by milky moonlight foretell seasons.

Golden leaves float in the thin air drifting like ghost
The reflecting golden wavelets on the pond
See a rising mist of summers breath cover them.
And the rush of autumn
stirs my hair like a mother's touch.

The wise trees turning color.
leaves of hues of green
turn golden and crimson.
Faster day by day
almost hour by hour.

first, a last glow of magnificence.
Signifying the end of a life cycle
another ring in its trunk.

Even the Indian summer
belying the changing seasons
could not confuse them.

For as long as the earth has been
they know the season's.
Such knowledge it lives
in their deepest roots.
The very soil whispering
it's secrets to them.

Soon a rush to leave
the glorious branches.
The falling crimson rain
falls in torrents to the earth.

Free from their branches
the leaves float in freedoms delight.
Catching the cooler autumn breezes
and flying to see the world
for one last time.
Ffor one last season.

Children dance
in the rustling leafy beds.
Acorns and horse chestnuts
fall and seek a place to root.

squirrels build their  nest
taking the seeds to storage for
the harsh winter ahead.

Eventually the trees
are gray and bare.
Their skeleton fingers
pointing to a sad winter sky.
Patiently awaiting renewal
in a far off spring day.

As the first snows falls
I promise myself to be
as patient as the trees
A promise that
I break by lunchtime.

Forget the long past years that linger
the tarnished rings upon your finger
I watch you quietly read your book
Or sipping tea in the kitchen nook
Within your loving style and grace
Embracing the challenges that we face

Ever steady against the flowing years
Ever comforting though all my fears
My safe harbor and my guiding light
You shine the old silver of our life so bright
With your brightened eyes and loving care
You bless me with your love to share

And when we return to the flesh again
You shower your love like summer rain.
With schoolgirl smile and loosened hair.
You open your heart for me to share.
All I ask of you this day sublime
Is for you be my valentine.

When the winter frost hardens the pond.
And it’s bitter winds pass a frozen land.
My heart will bloom in every flower.
In a garden where only you can stand.*

For you my love
Jude

...Awakenings
By
Jude Kyrie*

The summer heat
seared the sand like fire.
She walked by me
stopping at my Cabana.

May I she asked?
So young lithe and beautiful.
Of course I say
but the breaking waves
and sea breeze whisper
Danger Beware Beware Beware.

I have not yet tasted
the pleasures of a woman.
Can this be the time?
The time for me.

My racing heart whispers
Quietly softly be still.
The salty sea breezes speak
Let it be it’s your time
Let it be.

Later I writhed under her.
Between heaven and the sand.
My hand holding hers
As she led me
through the door of manhood.

My boyhood left me
draining into her
as I cried out
in its irrecoverable loss.
The waves rolled relentlessly
breaking on the shore.
Undulating to her rhythm

I feel her soft gentle gifts
aching inside my body
is this it is this it?
My soul asks

Then the roar
of the crashing waves
on the rocky shore.
The tender moment
As close as two humans can be.

Emotions older than time itself.
I hold her as a lover
She rises from me almost shyly
and says Thank you

A seabird cries above
Don’t leave , Don’t Leave.
But her footprints
are washing away
in the foam.

Just her indelible
memory remains
Imprinted forever
like a tattoo
on my young heart.

Light summer breezes
Lift my hair softly
like a mothers touch.
Songbird’s chorus
a melody of life.

on such days as this
I walk with saints
For heaven is
within these hills.

The bending barley
yellow in the fading light
pointing to home.
In the valley
the cottage windows
reflecting heaven.

my fingertips
touch the living flora.
Communicating completely
without the need of language.

Seasons are changing
we pass around
the sun so quickly,
perhaps only for me
but slowly
for this wonderful planet
as it spins into infinity.

The wind has a
wailing heart this night.
I am caught between
yesterday and tommorow.
sleep on nights like this
is impossible.
I sit on the upstairs balcony
watching a candelabra
of moon and stars.
Stars that you look down at now
from that illuminated place
that knows no pain or darkness.
The concert pianist that lives below
is touching her piano keys softly
Chopin joins me with his soulful
Moonlight sonata.
it was your favorite piece my love.
the beautiful gift of his music
and her wonderful talent
send the notes upward to you
on the wings of white doves.
.I fold my heart into a love letter
and attach it a dove
it flutters above the clouds
and high past the knowing moon.
and I know that in the world
of infinity you will read my letter.
And the sound of Chopin's nocturne
will let you know
how I miss you
on this sleepless
windy summer night.

I wake up in the morning
With sleep in my eyes.
I slumber to the kitchen table
and say morning honey.
You pack the kids
with lunches and
push them out the door.
Turn to me and smile.
All in a moment
My heart sends I love you
by Morse code beats.
And in my eyes
I see the morning sun.
The one that glows
at the center
of my small universe.
I fill my working mans heart
With love songs for you.
I want to write you a love poem
I know this is a clumsy write.
I wish it was a love poem honey.
You deserve the best.
If it’s not.
It should be.

HE WAS TOO YOUNG TO KNOW..a short romantic love story by Jude writing as a woman

I know I still look good, for my age that is.
thank you, my fitness trainer,
My  beautician
and eating salad until my nose twitched.

At my age I should have known better.
But he was so beautiful, so ****** lovely.
But, he was way too young for me.25 at most.
I should have just walked away
But God is not so kind to divorced women
on the red side of forty with a
lot of disillusionment
about modern urban life.
My husband cheated on me
with his young secretary.
Tell me you haven't
heard that before.

I met him at a family get together.
a BBQ with awful food
and cheap wine.
it was his youth I think
it glowed like freedom.
So full of life it touched me deeply.
All the emotions he was to feel
All  yet to happen for him.
Not all jaded like mine
that had already been
and faded away

He dumped his girlfriend
when he saw me.
I don't for the life of me know why.
She was pretty and perky
and so very young.
Fresh and open.
not like me at all.
No not like me.

He caught me looking at him
but I did not release my gaze.
That was cruel, he was a just a boy.
I found out later he was Twenty two.
He gave me all that I needed at that time.
All the things my rat ******* husband
had never given to me.
His honesty
his newness
his youth ,
his energy.

I admit I used him for his beauty
and for the bright  life he was.
Life that shone from him like a beacon.
But what I did not know
Was that I was falling in love with him.

He undressed me with his eyes and smile.
I could not wait to undress for him.
To have me anyway he wanted.

My dear mother always so wise.
Said let him go honey,
it will end badly.
But I didn't.

He moved in to my urban nest.
The few hundred square feet
of New York, that was all mine
where the outside world ended.
And I kept it locked out.

After a while
I was miffed
he did not have a job like I did.
That he sat around playing
Playstation all day.

But then he kissed me
and say I love you baby.
and I melted for him.
And my clothes
fell to the floor again.

One day...
I got real angry
when he was drinking beer
with his rude friends
in my apartment.
When I got home from a hard day at work.
and I threw him out.

I told him he was never going to be what
I needed, he was too young.
He moved into his buddy's place.
And called me ten times a night.

Then I saw him again
it was in the local deli.
I moved a can of caviar
From the separating shelf
To see him again.
and he was buying steaks
on the other side.

I took him home to my place
undressed as usual for him.
He would not wear his ******.
He said I want you to have our baby.
I froze like a deer in the headlights.
I wish he had just ****** me.

All of a sudden.
I saw his vulnerability.
I saw what I was doing to Him.
I saw his youth and his inexperience.
He was just a baby.
and I was playing with him.

I knew I was a honey trap for him.
A trap I could not set.
A trap that was now going
to break my heart.

So I opened the cage leaving
the door wide open.
And he flew out, into
the wild rarified air of life
above the mountains.
Free of me at last.

I saw him again about a year later.
I was drinking wine
at my favorite bistro with a group
of my old friends.

It was near the holidays
The cold new York frost
had formed on the window.
His breath melted a small section.
as he looked inside
our eyes met.
And they burned a hole in my heart,
He waved to me as he
flashed his beautiful smile.

I caught my breath and
my heart beat so quickly..
I wanted to run in the street
and hold him like a baby.
To say its alright honey
come on home.
But then he turned
And walked away
into the icy winter cold
of the old city

He had a young woman
on his arm.
They looked so right
so good together.
I felt the tears forming in my eyes.
I knew I was back to the bottom step
of the 12 step program for broken hearts.

I think now it's likely
That I will never get over him.
I still dance the choreographed
movements of love.
With other imposters.

But when the night falls
And the twilight
is swallowed by the darkness.
The aching starts in my heart.
And I know it is the price I must pay.
For my sins.

England 1917
In the days of WW1

Smithy a love story

I found him wandering in the Cornwall marshes.
He did not know who he was
I think it was shell shock.
So I called him Smithy.
He did not seem to mind.
He could have been one of the poor
Soldiers returning from the western front.
So much pain so many horrors to forget.
I took him home with me
And rested him in the spare room.
I am alone at the cottage
since my husband was killed
now buried in Flanders fields
it has been very lonely here.
.But he looked so lost
so helpless and I am
always up for a lost cause.
I gave him my husband’s razor
And shaved his beard.
He bathed and slept for hours.
I watched him sleeping
So safe and gentle.
And oh lord so very handsome.
.we talked for hours each day.
He worked in the gardens
Tending the fruit and vegetables.
Planting potatoes
and fixing the chicken runs.
He had a softness about him
A kind way that I liked.
What I did not know was
I was falling in love with him.
We would sit in the summer gardens
In the evening he smoked an old pipe.
With Dutch aromatic tobacco.
I made tea and scones.
One day a bird flew into the glass door.
breaking its wing.
He lifted it gently and comforted
It until the creatures heart stopped
fluttering then fixed its wing.
Three weeks later it flew away.
That was when I knew I loved him.
I called him my gentle giant.
Then I acted in a brazen fashion
That would have made my mother
blush I held him and kissed him.
Telling him I love you Smithy.
He kissed me back
That night I took him to my bed.
And that’s where he sleeps now.

A year later

Sat in the window seat
of the olde English cottage.
The open bow window
providing natures salted
air conditioning from the sea.
Breaking waves below the cliffs.
the only noise in the starlit night.
I turned to see your face
the one that takes
my breath away and
Fills my heart
with hopes and dreams.
Your lips open slightly
the words
I love you
are on the tip of your tongue.
They have no need to be spoken.
Because I can feel your heart
beating with mine and I know it.
You found me and rosebud cottage.
I know one day your memory
may return
that you may have
a wife and children.
And the loss of you
will be too much
for me to bear.
So we sat there
with the sea below us
and the stars above us.
I whispered
"I love you darling."
And for now
for this moment
I am happy once again.

April

A perfect blend of earth and sky
Nature’s paintings gone awry
Songbirds singing everywhere
Morning chorus awakens the air

Swallows chaffinch and cardinal
Bluebird lark and thrush and quail
The gentle lilting nightingale
Buzzing insects everywhere abound

Waiting patiently for spring
Crowds of Daffodils make my heart sing
Taking all my cares away
Gifting me a perfect day

August

*The lake house Is full of life.
My children and their children
gather around me .
I drink their happiness like wine.
The young ones full of life
and water and sand.
I dry them in thirsty beach towels.
The dinner table groans
With sweet corn and salads
Red tomatoes that leak
their summer juices as we bite
Into their bounty.
Yet at night around the fire pit.
The cool air calls from the North.
And I can feel autumn gently
kissing my cheek.

December

The first down feathers of snow
fall upon a waiting winter.
Carols are being played.
Choirs are singing them.
Like I remember as a boy.
In the village square
The salvation army lady
In her old fashioned uniform
Blesses all who place a dollar
Into her kettle of hope.
Outside the old church
A crib in a stable
It is always there every year.
To the spaceship called earth
It is only one more orbit around the sun.
But December
is always Christmas to me.

February

*The hyacinth bulbs I planted
in a *** have finally bloomed.
Pink and purple flowers appear.
new life adorns my kitchen window.

Outside snowflakes are flying.
before they settle
on the pathway
they melt into water.

Shortest month its days
fly by.
Springtime is peeking
around the corner.
My heart hums a joyful tune

January



*In the park the trees
are like frozen skeletons
ice and snow riding their branches.
Tormented and wind blown
They patiently await for springtime

In a few months it will come
new buds and green foliage.
Inside its roots the resting sap
patiently waits for warm days.

I make a vow to my
dormant spirit to be patient
like the trees.
II vow I  break before lunchtime.

July

The docks silvered cedar planks
Pushes into the perfectly blue
waters of the lake.
Endless days of sunlight
pour like honey onto the water.
A trout takes it breakfast early.
As It curves from the still water
of the surface breaking it
like a stone through glass.
A wisp of morning breezes
Cools me but this day will
Be hot and the water will call me
Again and again.

Summer fell from the buds like petals
Insects whirring in long green grass
Lightning flashes a warning of storms
As thunder follows at the speed of sound.
Evening hours on the porch.
Drinking glasses of summer wine.
A book open on the table.
Next to my cedar chair.
The sky stays brighter
As the longest daylight
Crawls towards us.
Even in the gardens of summer
The days will creep slowly shorter.

A Year in Judes life--March

March

*Remembering when a small child.
The howls and wails of the March
winds in the darkness.
Blankets pulled over my head
my mother shhhh
its only the wind
just the march
winds my son.

As if the wind
was not malevolent.
The garden tossed and blown
the early daffodils now lay flat
like mowed down soldiers.

later I understood
It was a battle of those giants
of nature the gods
of winter and spring
locked into a fight
to the death

A Year in Jude's life--May
May

*Fragrances overpowering my senses
cloudless skies of azure blue
Raindrops collecting like mountain dew
Carpets of colours wherever I view

Apple blossom white as snow
The cherry orchard in pink aglow
squirrels frolic in the trees
perfumes mixing in the breeze

Trips to the garden store
planting summer
stock once more
springtime gardening
a pleasant chore

November

The bare skeleton fingers
Of the trees reach up into grey sky’s.
Almost in a prayer.
Begging for the winter snows.
That will dignify their nakedness
In the winter ahead.
The woodlands are
almost a petrified forest.
Even the season knows the end
of life’s circle
and shows its somber
visions to me like the
ghost of Christmas future.

October

Overnight the leaves
have a moment of glory.
Reds ambers yellows and golds.
A last hurrah from mother nature.
In the woodlands they fall
like spangled stardust.
crunching below my feet.
I can smell the aroma
of my childhood.
And the picture of a young
carefree boy running through
The leaves with his scruffy
Inseparable dog
fills my heart.
I know it was me.

September

The summer
fights its eternal
battle with autumn.
The tired green leaves
hang tightly to the branches.
Not understanding
the coming changes.
Summer lovers
still hold each other
In defiance of holiday romances
and schooldays.
The nights are cool
But they all proceed
as if Autumn will
Somehow
miss us this year.

Set me on fire again


Together we are fire and gasoline.
Maybe thats why you left me.
I miss the explosions and weapon fire.
The house is too quiet now.
Walking down your street
Never calling you seems right.
Going away from where
I know you will be
Is politically appropriate.
Now is not one of these times
Come back to me my love
Pour your fuel all over me.
Set me on fire again.
I miss your dammed heat

The ghost are everywhere.
I see them under trees.
In gardens and ice cream parlors.
Going home after all the passing years
It is a haunted place
Yet it will always be home.
The small English town
Lichen covered stone everywhere.
Even the cobbled streets remain.
Shining wet in the ever present rain.
Between the faded
Old fashioned shops
On either side.
A church clock strikes three.
As children jump from
The school steps
Like a soul returning to heaven.
I see a boy with his scruffy dog.
They are happier than billionaires.
The dog reminds me of my boyhood pet.
A scruffy mongrel running happily
with an even scruffier boy.
It is only another ghost.
But I think it is me.

I drank  you deeply
in large gulps.
Like you were the  
medicine to fix my life
Not realizing
You were the poison

He stopped dancing today
I read the letter again
it was from my friend.
She says it was his heart.
His beautiful heart.
I shall miss him terribly.
He taught me all I am
I was Just an apprentice
he was Premier Danseur
at the company.
I was just a girl he said come
I shall make you famous
and you will glide across
the stages  of the universe.
It occurred to me we were
Becoming best friends.
What I did not know was
I was falling in love with him.
He was so gentle so kind.
I cannot imagine this company.
Without him.
For years we danced together
in all the cities of the world.
He would hold me afterwards
in the small hotel room.
Always calling me
his Prima Ballerina.
He aged as I grew famous
I saw his bleeding feet.
His broken bones.
His suffering for his instrument.
I could smell the musky sweat
He could no longer hide
And I knew his time was over.
When I visit Paris again
I will visit his grave
on a sunny day.
Touch his lovely name
on the granite.
I shall say
I always loved you
my champion.
It was always you.
And the spring sunshine
will light the gold filigree
of his chiseled name
on the granite headstone.
As though he knows
I am there for him.
As always.

He stopped dancing today
I read the letter again
it was from my friend.
She says it was his heart.
His beautiful heart.
I shall miss him terribly.
He taught me all I am
I was Just an apprentice
he was Premier Danseur
at the company.
I was just a girl he said come
I shall make you famous
and you will glide across
the stages  of the universe.
It occurred to me we were
Becoming best friends.
What I did not know was
I was falling in love with him.
He was so gentle so kind.
I cannot imagine this company.
Without him.
For years we danced together
in all the cities of the world.
He would hold me afterwards
in the small hotel room.
Always calling me
his Prima Ballerina.
He aged as I grew famous
I saw his bleeding feet.
His broken bones.
His suffering for his instrument.
I could smell the musky sweat
He could no longer hide
And I knew his time was over.
When I visit Paris again
I will visit his grave
on a sunny day.
Touch his lovely name
on the granite.
I shall say
I always loved you
my champion.
It was always you.
And the spring sunshine
will light the gold filigree
of his chiseled name
on the granite headstone.
As though he knows
I am there for him.
As always.

The meek shall inherit the earth.
But not the mineral rights.

Jude

Beautiful Dreamer
by Jude Kyrie

In resting pose she sleeps in innocence
Under pillowed clouds and songbirds fold
Soft light pours upon her in vaulted reverence
her sweet face framed by hair of gold

At night the silvered shadows fall
In shrouded silence, she does not hear
The saddened night-birds call
Or the distant heartbeats of those so dear

Amber sunsets fall upon her, till
Darkness breaks with moonlight cheer
Lost in slumber deep and still
Safe from anguish and earthly fear

I know now.
Why did no one ever tell me?
When I was a little boy.
That girls with china blue eyes
and long dark eyelashes.
That smell of Gardenias
taste like summer rain.
With softness of down feathers.
And whisper words like secrets.
Are the reasons
my pillow is wet.
and my poems weep.

Because I can Sing Again


I hear a sweet song.
It is from deep inside my heart.
A heart that has
been silent for so long.
But now sings
in joy because
you love me.

On my shoulders
Large gossamer wings
like an arch Angel
I can fly once more.
Within the boundaries
of your love, I can soar.

I melt into
the mist of smoke
Singing in rain
and sunshine and snow.
Because I can sing again.

I borrow your beautiful eyes
To look into the boundless skies
and see the wonders of planets
We will explore.
Because you love me.
Because you made my heart
Sing again.

Before the snow comes.

I am springtime
a blossoming tree.
Covered in fragrant flowers.
You breathe your needs on me.
My beauty is yours
It bathes your sorrows
with its bloom.
Then you leave me
And my petals fall in
pools of heartache.
Now you return
All my sweet fruits
have been taken.
Only the dark
green leaves remain.
Now turning gold
at your majestic touch.
I blaze for you in reds
and burnished ambers.
It is all have left to give you.
Before they to
fall to the earth
and once again
you will leave me
before the snows come.