NIGHT’S SILENCE

Unmoved in the wind
the rose still stands *****

in the night’s silence
I imagine my teens

the street is lonely
and love-ache ever fresh

with stolen fragrance
now halting rhythm of ***

--R.K.Singh

In the blossoming winds of life
we are scattered
within forms of silent time
On all those nights where love
Is more than flesh
that holds our will
the foundation we build
Is yours and mine

Defeat is a precarious lantern who's light
Is bitterly bright and unfair
Yet nothing
can spring from rivers
that I call mine
that could ever make me
forsake you,
go there

Discontent
will never be mine to hold
I know that you understand
These words I carve
From my heart
Because my spirit is at
Your command

You are the morning
that quenches my thirst
My fragrance
after the rain
How could I ever forget you
when these sighs
you have left
here in my heart
remain?

When I am not with you,
the earth is still warm
from hours that are seen no more.
I can feel the rhythm of yesterday
asking questions
when everything collects on the currents
of our own shadows.

I cast last night among the hills
where we were young and thoughtless
peered above the words
Standing
before my eyes.
Where butterflies lived inside a song
Waiting
for the world to sing.

Looking to tell a story
somehow different
from any
ever written down,
I began unlocking the mysteries of life.
I found that the beauty
of growing old
had kept its secrets well,
from my ears.

In the middle of the wonder
there must surely
lay a seed of hope in the meadows
where you and I saw fireflies
in the still of night.
Perhaps there,
we can still hear the echo
of its footsteps.

Eternity wanders through my mind
seeking praise
while the breath of truth
shows the world its strong arms.
Life awakens
to close the door on lessons learned
and yet, the earth
is still warm.

i am a leaky faucet.
the crescent wrench of control
tightens,

righty tighty

but i drip, drip, drip.
a stronger hand has gripped my handle.

lefty loosy, let it flow

my dripping waters spill into your ears,
where earth flower seeds fell in late summer sun

oh, quick! quick! knock out the dirt
somebody call a plumber

blossoms like these
won't survive the coming frost.

*blossoms like these
will make your head explode.