Early Morning Dew


~~This morning I awaken
at the breaking of dawn.
Your hair spread on the pillow
As yellow as the corn

In the meadow the new day
A sky of pale blue.
The gleaming diamonds
on tangle woods
all covered in dew

The poorest of ****
shines like a queen
with dew covered jewels
the richest I’ve seen

My heart was a flower
Once thirsty for dew
Now shining in sunlight
In the sweet love of you

Earth Spirit

Look for me where I lay
In the cry of the wolf on a winters day.
The sounds of a babe taking its first cry
In the comforting joys of a lovers sigh

look for me on a springtime day
Find my flowers in blooming May
seek my tears in the morning rain
Seek my comfort in the face of pain
See my love when left alone
Find my heart and make it home

When left forsaken on the ground
Listen close you will hear my sound
I am everywhere that you can see
I am everything that you can be

And at the end when your soul is free
Come on home
You are safe with me

I sit alone in the house.
its silence is deafening
since I lost you.

Across from me sit your
open book and pipe
next to your chair.
I cannot seem to move them.
Almost as if you will
be coming home soon.

I have moved your things
from your study.
Sent your clothes
to the Goodwill.
Except for your old sweater
it sleeps next to my head.
I can still breathe your smell.
Reaching for you
in the night as always.

I phone our number
again and again.
Disturbing your new ghostly life.
I cling to the timbre of your voice
breathing in every nuance.

It is better than faded pictures
and left belongings.
For a brief moment
you are with me again.

You ask me to leave a message.
I whisper softly.
I miss you honey.

I loved you so long ago
when my heart was filled
with hope and trust
and had no scars.
Back when tenderness
was all I knew of love.

Even now what is left
undamaged of my heart
still loves you.

You walks softly in the
shambled ruins of my heart
on dark lonely nights.
like a familiar ghost
full of memories
and lingering in
the living world.
Wailing in echoes.

I try to let others
into my heart.
but your jealous
ghost haunts the
night hours
and they
cannot stay.

Alone and lonely
I know you
do not want me
but will not let anyone
else have me.

I just heard we have lost you
As always it is us that are left here
that now feel the loss.
Your pain is over now
rest sweetly my dear friend.
Lie silent away from the chasing
demons that followed you in this life
hiding behind every sad thought
and lonely moment
I of all people saw you bravely fight the war
thinking again and again you had won.
But alas it was only a battle.
I shall always miss your sweetness
and the kindness that lay in your soul.
People never understood your agony
When will they learn
to hate the illness not the person?
Under the scared and wounded soul
that I have seen so vulnerable
I alone know the truth of you.
This world was never a place
for one as beautiful as you

it's 2am Saturday night
just a few left in the bar.
Ella is lilting like a songbird

Every time we say goodbye

I have lost count of the drinks
the bartender pours me another one?
she leans  forward to show
her cleavage but I don't care.
I think of you
flying around your cage
like an imprisoned bird
lusting for blue skies.
I opened the cage door
and you flew away.
I swallow my pour
it's burn in my throat like fire.
all I can do is pull up
the memory of you
and lose my fingers
in your hair.
Ella croons the last soulful
chorus line

Every time we say goodbye.

I know this is not a poem
but it should be.

!She was so beautiful
so much grace.
yet her pride would not allow tears.
He looked into her saddened eyes.
his gentle fingers touching her cheek softly.
Almost in a whisper he said
You must know I have always loved you.
fighting back teardrops
she answered.
I always loved you too honey.
The softness of his touch
lingered on her cheek.
She knew it would be printed
on her heart forever.
Just as he walked away from her
for the last time.
When she was sure
he was out of earshot.
she whispered.
You will forever
be my special one darling.
The one who got away.

He looked into her beautiful
saddened eyes for the last time.
His gentle  fingers
touching her cheek softly.
Almost in a whisper he said
You must know
I have always loved you.
Fighting back teardrops
she retorted
I always loved you too honey.
Just as he walked away from her
for the last time.
his shoes clicked on the pavement
as he left her.
she did not move
watching him exit her life
and her heart
when he was out of earshot
she whispered.
you will forever
be my special one darling.
The one who got away.

I used to envy the handsome ones
that received your kisses and warmth.
then because the world started to spin
In the opposite direction.
you chose me I still don't believe it.
I wish my days of envy were behind me.
the color green faded away forever,
but it is not
I am jealous of the moon
looking at you sleeping
all through the night.
devouring your sweet dreams
as only he sees them.

I envy the silk sheets on our bed
as the fold lightly over every
curve of your sweet body.

Even the pillow where
your rest your head
beautiful in sleep
your hair spread over it
the color of corn.

Most of all I envy the morning sun
he is awake before us
and sees you first
as you awake from slumber.
when you are totally unaware
of the beauty you own.

he smiles through the
bedroom window
and sends you beams
of delicate  light to kiss your lips

Envy

A poem of jealousy

by

Jude Kyrie

*I used to envy the handsome ones
that received your kisses and warmth.
Then because the world started to spin
In the opposite direction.
You chose me
I still don't believe it.
I wish my days of envy were behind me.
the color green faded away forever,
but it is not
I am jealous of the moon
looking at you sleeping
all through the night.
devouring your sweet dreams
as only he sees them.

I envy the silk sheets on our bed
as the fold lightly over every
curve of your sweet body.

Even the pillow where
your rest your head
beautiful in sleep
your hair spread over it
the color of corn.

Most of all I envy the morning sun
he is awake before us
and sees you first
as you awake from slumber.
when you are totally unaware
of the beauty you own.

I have seen how
he smiles through the
bedroom window
and sends you beams
of delicate  light to kiss your lips.

The strangest thing was
Wben I awoke
from my drunken stupor.
The drunk tank was empty.
Except for me..

The foul smelling
mix of ***** and defecation
Still  filled my nostrils.
The wrenching of my stomach,
Told me I had  survived another binge..
The half light of a moonbeam
Peeped in through the window bars
of my familiar cell.

Thats when I saw her.
She stood over me so white
Translucent lightness.
kindness glowing in  her face
and in her eyes.
Oh her eyes.

So  pure and beautiful.
She knelt beside me
Folded her wings of gossamer
About me.
she had tears in her eyes.
She was weeping for me.
Are you nt tired of this?
she said
Do you not want to enjoy the
beautiful world he made for you.
Do you want your children back?

She prayed for me.
For me a worthless drunk.
Her tears fell onto my head
Like a baptism
I feel reborn.

She knelt in the human
waste in the filthy cell
And prayed for me.
Then she melted into light.
That was the day
I stopped drinking

She looks at me
now and then.
Her big eyes almost
shining in the firelight.
She sometimes
comes close to me
brushes her lips onto mine
and whispers
I love you so much, honey
so very much.
Then the familiar
fragrance of her hair.
Spins my head in need.
Even after all these years.
I still burn for her.
And inside my head
I say a little prayer
of gratitude
for having her
as my wife

Even after all this time.....

The first moment we met
So very long ago.
I am sure it was springtime.
You had me
I was captivated.
Thoughts of romance
that would not fade all day.
I was never able
to get enough of you back then

Then the years ran by like a deer.
We sit now with children raised
The quiet contentment
Of older age flows in the room

I sit and think
|of how you helped me
through all the years.
All the love joys
heartache and pain.
That was our life

How you helped me
to stay focused.
When the money was short
And jobs were scarce
How you never complained
Just taking care
of the children and me.

The wars came and went
Year after year you let them
Slide over us like passing clouds.
I never remember having
to worry about the kids.

I see you now sat opposite
Glowing in warm firelight
The great woman you are.
Radiating like the sun
at the center of my small universe.

I want to say
something beautiful to you.
Something special and profound.
To let you know how I feel.

But the only words
that I can whisper to you
are
Its no wonder I love you.

Evening Shadows
By
Jude Kyrie

The evening shadows fill my room
I think they fill me too.
Dark Evening Shadows of midnight Blue
Sad as an old blue tune.

I lie sleepless on my pillow.
Yours now empty on the bed.
I feel the darkness come once more
It comes from inside my head.

The Gods they must have laughed
at the promise that we gave
We swore that we would never part
These were decisions that they made.

I care not now if they dim the sun
Or close the moon and stars
Darkness is my chosen friend
For deep within its blackened space
It hides my broken heart.

This warm summer evening
I walk with my aging father.
Along the cottages in the lane
where he has spent his whole life.

We pass the door of what
was once his mothers house.
The one where he spent his childhood.
There sitting in a chair on the stoop
is an old lady her ankles
covered in her thick stockings.

She looked so much like grandma
The veins showing through them
earned from countless years stood
in the kitchen preparing food
and sustenance for her ten children.

I remember her only briefly now.
she has been gone for so long.
But as I look at my father
his eyes mist
as I can almost feel the need
for him to run to her.
To kiss her creased face
and run his fingers
through her silvery hair.
To hug her tiny frame and say
Oh Mom I loved you so much.

Instead as he looks wistfully
into the old familiar doorway
he tips his cap and smiles softly
almost whispering
Good Evening Mrs Turner.

Even in the quietest moments


Sometimes even
in the quietest moments.
I can hear your voice
comforting kind and gentle.

It stirs up memories
of your unconditional love.
Then goes even deeper
to a need that lives in me.

A need to see you again,
to feel your closeness once more.
I know every inflection and
nuance of your sweet voice.

Angels bring me his message.
Angels bring me his love.

For now I understand
there is no silence, no ending.
Only a continuum
of what was once us.

I close my eyes
And I can see you again.
through the mist
of two worlds apart.

Your face so
beautiful to me.
Your kiss
so comforting.

In silent voices
from the quiet
place in my heart
that nobody
but you can fill.
I whisper
I love you honey.

Even in the quietest Moments

A Poem
By
jude Kyrie

*Sometimes even
in the quietest moments.
I can hear your voice
comforting and gentle.

It stirs up memories
of your unconditional love.
Then goes even deeper
to a need that lives in me.

A need to see you again,
even after all
these passing years.
I know every inflection and
nuance of your sweet voice.

Angels bring me her message.
Angels bring me her love.

For now I understand
there is no silence, no ending.
Only a continuum
of what was once us.

I close my eyes
And I can see you again.
through the mist
of two worlds apart.

Your face so
beautiful to me.
Your kiss
so comforting.

In silent voices
I whisper
I love you Mom.

Even in the quietest moments
Sometimes even
in the quietest moments.
I can hear your voice
comforting kind and gentle.

It stirs up memories
of your unconditional love.
Then goes even deeper
to a need that lives in me.

A need to see you again,
to feel your closeness once more.
I know every inflection and
nuance of your sweet voice.

Angels bring me his message.
Angels bring me his love.

For now I understand
there is no silence, no ending.
Only a continuum
of what was once us.

I close my eyes
And I can see you again.
through the mist
of two worlds apart.

Your face so
beautiful to me.
Your kiss
so comforting.

In silent voices
from the quiet
place in my heart
that nobody
but you can fill.
I whisper
I love you honey.

Sometimes even
in the quietest moments.
I can hear your voice
comforting kind and gentle.

It stirs up memories
of your unconditional love.
Then goes even deeper
to a need that lives in me.

A need to see you again,
even after all
these passing years.
I know every inflection and
nuance of your sweet voice.

Angels bring me her message.
Angels bring me her love.

For now I understand
there is no silence, no ending.
Only a continuum
of what was once us.

I close my eyes
And I can see you again.
through the mist
of two worlds apart.

Your face so
beautiful to me.
Your kiss
so comforting.

In silent voices
from the quiet
place in my hearr.
that nobody
but you can fill.
I whisper
I love you Mom.

Even in the quietest moments
By
Jude Kyrie

Sometimes even
in the quietest moments.
I can hear your voice
comforting kind and gentle.

It stirs up memories
of your unconditional love.
Then goes even deeper
to a need that lives in me.

A need to see you again,
even after all
these passing years.
I know every inflection and
nuance of your sweet voice.

Angels bring me her message.
Angels bring me her love.

For now I understand
there is no silence, no ending.
Only a continuum
of what was once us.

I close my eyes
And I can see you again.
through the mist
of two worlds apart.

Your face so
beautiful to me.
Your kiss
so comforting.

In silent voices
from the quiet
place in my heart
that nobody
but you can fill.
I whisper
I love you Mom.

Even in the quietest moments
I can hear your sweet voice.
Your whisper
Your prayers
Your call
Sounds that are now ingrained
deep inside my mortal soul.
Angels carry her voice to me
Angels Bring me her smile.
I will understand
There is no beginning or ending
only a continuum
of everlasting love.
Circling between
heaven and Earth.
Sometimes in lost dreams
My hand slips safely into yours.
And when darkness falls
You are always
my compass to the light.
You are Eternal.
I love you,
Mom.

Even in the quietest moments


Sometimes even
in the quietest moments.
I can hear your voice
comforting kind and gentle.

It stirs up memories
of your unconditional love.
Then goes even deeper
to a need that lives in me.

A need to see you again,
to feel your closeness once more.
I know every inflection and
nuance of your sweet voice.

Angels bring me his message.
Angels bring me his love.

For now I understand
there is no silence, no ending.
Only a continuum
of what was once us.

I close my eyes
And I can see you again.
through the mist
of two worlds apart.

Your face so
beautiful to me.
Your kiss
so comforting.

In silent voices
from the quiet
place in my heart
that nobody
but you can fill.
I whisper
I love you honey.

Eventide


*Twilight's charcoal mantle falling

Voices of angels softly calling.

Night rain  pours  a mist on all.

From the trees a nightingales call.

The blue light of moonbeams casting

a mellow dream of all things passing.

On the earth long shadows are falling

In the dark my sad heart is calling

calling, calling, calling.

I miss your gentle loving voice
I miss your fragrance
but have no choice.
I call for you
but only echoes respond.
In a cavern inside my soul.
echoes of you
only of you.
And when my time comes
to join you on high.
I will know then
that only the love exist
like a giant rainbow
between
heaven and earth.
But in my
earthbound dreams
I am a little boy
and you still hold
my hand.
Then I know
you are with me forever.
I love you Mom.

From your son
Jude

Everybody knows where they were that morning.
9:00 am Tuesday
September 11' 2001

By
Jude Kyrie

*It was Tuesday morning
In the inner city school the children's faces
We're glowing in
black brown white
and all colors in between.

We were discussing poetry
and the meaning of things
that make us feel some emotion.
A fire engine bell.
A police siren.
A church bell on a Sunday morning.

The little girl her bright black face
Embellished with the biggest whitest smile.
Said she always cried at sad music playing.
I think she had poetry in her soul
More than anyone in the room.

Then a plane hit the towers
And a second plane.
We heard it but did not know what it was.
But it made us feel dark
something bad had happened.

Then from the window
the ash filled the sky.
It poured in an endless deluge
Blocking the sun
They looked at me.
I am their teacher

their eyes are what I remember.
Wide open full of fear and questions.
The school warning system
said we were in lockdown.
Lockdown, an unknown thing
when I was in sixth grade.

a boy started crying it's a bomb he cried.
The others started to join him.
thier white enlarged eyes
looked at mine for comfort.
And the answers I did not have.

The darkness was folding in the city
No blue sky
no trees across the playground.
Just grey dark ash thick as a fog.

What do you feel I asked
Tell me what you feel.
Anger miss
Fear miss
Terror miss
Sad miss
Lost miss
Afraid miss
It went on

We played find someone and hug
To half your fears.
My own fears as large as Thiers.
One child asked if we can pray.
Prayers were banned at school now.
But I said does anyone know a prayer.

My little black poetess
Started slowly unsure .
But the others joined in
Even me.

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
If I die before I wake,
I pray for Lord my soul to take. Amen

We stayed in lockdown
until the afternoon.
And shared lunch pails
Worried parents came
to pick up their children.

In the thick ash laden air
They walked out
one by one seeking their
Loved ones in the throng.

A line of tiny ghost.
Four children were left without parents.
They looked into my eyes.
And saw the only answer I had
As the tears flowed down my face.

September 11, 2001
A 9/11 story

It was Tuesday morning
In the inner city school
the children's faces
We're glowing in
black, brown, white
and all colors in between.

We were discussing poetry
and the meaning of things
that make us feel some emotion.
A fire engine bell.
A police siren.
A church bell
on a Sunday morning.

The little girl her bright black face
Embellished with the biggest whitest smile.
Said she always cried at sad music playing.
I think she had poetry in her soul
More so, than anyone in the room.

Then a plane hit the towers
And a second plane.
We heard it
but did not know what it was.
But it made us feel dark
something bad had happened.

Then from the window
the ash filled the sky.
It poured in an endless deluge
Blocking the sun

They looked at me.
I am their teacher
their eyes are what I remember.
Wide open full of fear and questions.

The school warning system
said we were in lockdown.
Lockdown, an unknown thing
when I was in sixth grade.

A boy started crying it's a bomb he cried.
The others started to join him.
their white enlarged eyes
looked at mine for comfort.
And the answers I did not have.

The darkness was folding in the city.
No blue sky.
no trees across the playground.
Just grey dark ash thick as a fog.

What do you feel I asked
Tell me what you feel.
Anger Miss
Fear Miss
Terror Miss
Sad Miss
Lost Miss
Afraid Miss
It went on

We played find someone and hug
To half your fears.
My own fears as large as theirs.
One child asked if we could pray.

Prayers were banned at school now.
But I said does anyone know a prayer.
My little black poetess
Started slowly unsure.
But the others joined in
Even me.

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
If I die before I wake,
I pray for Lord my soul to take. Amen

We stayed in lockdown
until the afternoon.
And shared lunch pails
Worried parents came
to pick up their children.
In the thick ash laden air

They walked out
one by one seeking their
Loved ones in the throng.
A line of tiny ghost.

Four children were left without parents.
They looked into my eyes.
And saw the only answer I had
As the tears flowed down my face

The ash line lengthens
From my untouched cigarette.
Smoke rings billow
Like clouds passing eternity.

Its past the time of sleep
Only memories flow
Only of you
always you..
The bartender
freshens my drink.

The music weeps from
The sweetness of sound
That only the alto sax
Can bring..
A nelson riddle arrangement
Touches my soul as always.

When you're near,
there's such an air of spring about it,
I can hear a lark somewhere,
begin to sing about it,
There's no love song finer,
but how strange
the change from
major to minor,
Every time we say goodbye.

It's Ellas trademark song
But we borrowed it.
It was ours honey.
Just for a while.

The whisky burns my throat
As the saxophone wails.
The ashtray smokes
You are behind its mist.

The bar is quiet and peaceful
The drinks dull all pain.
Outside the rain is falling
The neon lights color
the pavement
in muted reflections.

I see us again
through the window.
Arm in arm
walking in the rain.
Then you float away
Like the smoke
in my ashtray.

The sax builds the last line
Ella almost whispers
*Every time we say goodbye

She was American
What she was doing in England
I do not know.
All I did know was
how beautiful she was
Her voice so soft .
Her hair perhaps too blonde
And her eyes too blue.
She had rented my sisters place
Outside of London
I did not know I got a bit ******.
at the pub up the road
And knocked on the door
in the wee hours
It was an isolated spot.
But she looked through the peephole.
And I told her I needed
the bathroom really badly
She let me in
and that was the moment.
When I tell in love with her.
She said you are very handsome
And sounded like
she was telling the truth.
I whispered you are so beautiful.
She placed her arms around me
The softness of her melted me.
Without exchanging names
she led me to her bed.
She told me she was getting over
Her relationship in LA
And I did not need to worry
that she would not haunt me.
She did not know she was already
In ownership of my lonely heart.
In the morning I left for the city.
She took my number
I thought it was the end.
Two days later she rang my doorbell.
My daughter opened it.
She was taken aback.
Is your mommy in she said.
Thinking I was a married guy.
The little girl said
Mommy’s in heaven
Can daddy help you.
She came in the house
I looked up from making
My kids dinner
She had a gentle look in her eyes
Did you miss me she said
I looked at my kids
And into her beautiful eyes.
Yes I whispered very much.
She said why did you
hide the children from me.
I try to keep them protected
From my life I answered.
Do you want that now?
No I answered.
What do you want?
I want you.
I whispered softly.
Do you get lonely she asked.
Yes
Are you lonely now.
Yes.

A year later
back in LA

The two kids
We’re playing with their new brother.
She looked at her Englishman
So gentle all the children loved him.
I love you daddy
The girls said
Not as much as I do
I said as I kissed him.
And he held me close
.to his gentle heart.

He looked into her saddened eyes.
his fingers touching her cheek softly.
Almost in a whisper he said
You must know I always loved you.
fighting back teardrops
she retorted
I always loved you too honey.
Just as he walked away from her
for the last time.
when he was out of earshot
she whispered.
you will forever
be my special one darling.
The one who got away.

I am an ordinary woman
Certainly no movie star looks
I think I am a bit overweight
And have a quiet personality
a bit conservative really.

He is so handsome
Always gentle and kind.
He could have any other woman.
Far better looking than me.
I love him more than life itself.
I think he knows that.

He is kissing me again
I respond back to him
as I  always do.
I whisper quietly to him
Thanks for choosing me my love.
You could have had so many.
more beautiful women than I am.

He whispered
I don't want a woman.
Who is just beautiful to the world.
I want you who makes my world
more beautiful to me

The Wedding Gown

In my closet dark and deep
My wedding gown 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 my old dreams in silent jars.

Just like our marriage
and the kids it has born
well used
well seasoned
well cherished
yet never torn.

How long ago since we were last here?.
The place has changed-
No the world has changed
But here it stayed still.

Old English seaside towns
Have faded Victorian glamour in this
World of technical wonder.
Perhaps we should not have come back
Blowing flames from the ashes
of what was once a raging fire.

Do you remember darling
When we spent our weekends here.
we were so young
So much in love inseparable.

The dusty old hotel is closed now.
I think we spent more time in bed
Than in the town.
I think about the hotel
across the way from us.
We made love all afternoon
With the drapes wide open.
Not caring if anyone saw us,

Perhaps this weekend was a mistake.
Even the photographs seem to know it.
Snapshots of ashen faces
with loveless smiles.
Didn’t someone once say
The camera never lies.?

This place has changed over the years
almost as much as we have.
The excitement had traveled on
lost in time and technology.
The seaside town had lost its romance
Its Victorian glamor faded into nothingness.
Perhaps we should not have come back.
Trying to ignite a flame from cold ashes.
Those weekends so long ago
when we came here in love.
The old Victorian hotel now closed
I  think we spent as much time in bed
as we did in the seaside town.
Remember the big hotel across
the road from us.
We made love
on the bed in the afternoon
with the drapes wide open
Not caring who saw us.
Perhaps it was a mistake coming back here.
Even the new photographs
seem to know it.
Snapshots of ashen faces
with loveless smiles.
Someone once said
the camera never lies

Faded Glow

The place had changed over the years
almost as much as we had.
The excitement had traveled on
The seaside town had lost its romance
Its Victorian glamor faded into nothingness.
Perhaps we should not have come back.
Trying to ignite a flame from cold ashes.
Those weekends so long ago
when we came here in love.
The faded old hotel now closed
I think we spent as much time in bed
as we did in the seaside town.
Remember the big hotel across
the road from us.
We made love
on the bed in the afternoon
with the drapes wide open
Not caring who saw us.
Perhaps it was a mistake coming back here.
Even the photographs seem to know it
Snapshots of ashen faces
with loveless smiles.
Someone once said
the camera never lies.

Fading

I am afraid
you are fading from me.
Like grains of sand
slipping through
the clenched fingers of my hand

I use a piece of driftwood
to draw your face
in the wet sand
remembering
the curve of your smile.

searching
for your lips in my memories
wanting your kiss
to breathe once more.

Needing
your eternity to live again.
I can hear you
across the waters
Or is it the southerly ocean breezes?
Leaving the salty wetness
of your last kiss
On my face

I feel like I am fading away
becoming invisible.
Disappearing into nothingness.
Suffering a slow burn out .
like a dying galaxy visible
on clear nights.
my stars are fading
one by one.
It will take many years
before I fade completely.
until then
I will hide my sorrows
under my day face.
using the falling stardust
from my dying stars
to hide the truth of me
behind quiet smiles.

I feel like I am fading away
becoming invisible.
Suffering a slow burn out .
like a galaxy visible
on clear nights.my stars
are fading one by one.
It will take years
before I fade completely.
I will hide my sorrows
under my day face.
using the falling stardust
from my dying stars
to hide the truth of me
behind quiet smiles.

We embrace beneath
the mantle
of a billion stars.
My breath and yours
taste as one.
A heart filled
with loves lasting passions
will survive when all
the stars fade and die.

i feel like I am fading away
becoming invisible.
Suffering a slow burn out .
like a galaxy visible
on clear nights.my stars
are fading one by one.
It will take years
before I fade completely.
I will hide my sorrows
under my day face.
using the falling stardust
from my dying stars
to hide the truth of me
behind quiet smiles.

She stood facing
the fading sunlight.
High on a windy hill
so beautiful and serene.
She told me
she was a fallen angel.
And her wings
had been taken away.
She said she would
teach me how to fly one day.
high over the thermals
with mountain tops below.
It was a sad
yet beautiful untruth.
She held out her arms
and enfolded me in them.
The beautiful fallen angel
with the sunlit hair
and eyes as blue
as a summer sky.
the only one
who can make
my lonely heart sing.

In a glowing Autumn
Is it all falling?
The tired leaves
cling to branches.
As they lose their seasonal grip.
Dancing for the last time
in cooling breezes.
falling- falling -falling

Up in the night sky
the stars are falling.
Leaving a blazing trail of glory.
falling--falling

Am I falling as well?
Softly almost unnoticed
Into the void.
...Falling .

Falling Embers

It was so very long ago.
We sat beneath the purple night.
Watching the falling stars
fly as if into the dark ocean.
Then falling stars were
in their multitude.
Each one we gave our wish
watching it fly into oblivion,
whilst granting it for us.
We were so young and happy
bright as the stars above.
love,life, children and forever
seemed our birthright.
All our countless wishes
were granted.
We glowed as brightly as any star.
Now you are gone away
far into the mystery of the universe
where souls fly on old wishes.
Perhaps we shone too brightly
The ageing stars were in envy of us.
Perhaps after all
we were just a falling star
granting the wishes
of other young lovers.

I was just a young girl when I met him
We were at the rock quarry pool.
Sat on a man made cliff
from stones taken
before I was born.

I stepped down to the ledge.
And looked down into the black water.
Which now looked a mile below.
Hanging onto a rock I was frozen
Like a deer in the night headlight beam.

Friends splashed into the water way below.
Shouting encouragement for me to jump.
But my legs turned to jelly
I could not climb up or jump down.
I was in the vice grip of all my failures.

He climbed up the rock face
The nerdy kid in my grade twelve class.
He was great at math and science
Wore thick glasses a bit of an outcast.

He reached my ledge of terror
I gripped his arm so tightly
He said softly don't be afraid
I am here and nothing will hurt you
I promise.

He was the smartest kid in the class
How do you know ?
I asked.
Because you are strong and can do anything
You have brains talent and good looks.
You are destined for greatness.
I just have brains he laughed
I am destined make others rich.

Now hold my hand
And we shall jump in together
He gripped my hand and it felt
Wonderfully safe.

On three he said softly.
What if we die I whimpered.
Then I shall die holding
The hand of the most beautiful girl
In the school he said almost smiling.
On three he said you count
One….t wo……...two and a half……...three

I felt myself falling falling falling.
Holding his hand all the way down.
It was so safe.
we slipped into the cold water

And we're in an embrace
when we surfaced
Everyone was cheering.

What I did not know
I was falling falling falling for him.
We finished college together
He became my first lover
And we married young
And had three of smartest children
Who fortunately got my looks
and his beautiful heart.

Here I go again
I can hear the rattling
of the heavy chains
I locked the door
of my heart with.

The crumbling
of granite walls
built to keep love out.
The light is getting in now
you have got inside me.
Just enough to make me
fall in love again.

I cannot hold my breath
Before the look of you
takes it away.
A final crash as all my
defences crumble.
You are standing in the rubble.

I am falling apart
at the power of you.
Then without my consent
You write  your name
Indelibly on my soul.

you said to me
it's just because I am pretty.
don't fall in love with me.
but then you breathed
desire and need
with your tongue.
and included me in dreams
that haunt the stars.