“ There’s No mustard…”



I call
A dark hush… fills the hall.
A ticking clock… echoes
Your voice… does not Return.

A reminder…?!

Time… abandons
Those who lag behind.

The world moves…
Without...  a note.

A life,…
A story
Gone…
Without... read
… or wrote.

How is it…?

An end
…with so many pages
Left…

Words land;
The spirit flies…
New life
... is born;
And,...is
Immortalized.

What…
Does it bring
To remember
… the spring.

The pain
The joy
The romance
… of a thing.

Happiness
… of dew
Scratching rays
… of the sun
The tears... of remembrance
When...
This day is long done.

Writing of the words
The moments
… of the day;
Experiences
Crystallized…
In its Melodic sort a way.

With the blood of the dove
And…
With a parchment in hand.
Words…are
Given wings;

Now,…
Poetry lands.

The sounds of a heartbeat
Nestling  through the mist.
Sunday morning fog
Tingles as a kiss.
.
Sea breeze caressing
The melody of the sea.
Longings  beyond  the tide
Desires to be free.
.
Quiet  breaths whisper
Delights of long ago.
With a trail of memories
The gentle dawn’s aglow .

A lone path accompanies
Beside the breathing sea.
Moist, sandy footprints
I feel you

I sit along the sunny sea
The waves
… kiss my toes.

I close my eyes
I giggle
Picking petals from a rose.

The scent
… of salty breezes;
A buoy sounds it’s bell.
Seashells tumble…;
Brother plays…
Sherman takes the hill.

Nana and Poppy are flying
Kite-tails…
Dance towards the sun.
The gulls hover free
Over the sea…
And, the sandpipers are on the run.

The summer’s cottage;
The stony walls
The rose garden blooms near the sea;

Remnants sewn
... in little satchels;
..., sea-salt and rose,  potpourri.

Along a long and lonely path
Hills,
Rocks,
… and trees;

Darkness;
Here …becomes a sound;
Rustling, ... against the eves.

I remember
… as a child
… and now
Memories once more;

So much time
I remember;
… that sound; That sound
I recall.

Playing rocks
…at the lake; Long,
... after last summer‘s call;
I remember the cabin
A time when leaves… would fall.

Shackled pods,
Tapping laurels
Still...
Rustling
… against the eves.

A sound
I remember.
The sound; That sound
... wont give way

From nowhere
Tones of laughter;
A child’s memory

A child’s heart… at last play?!

Leaves falling;
Time remembers.

Not a sound
What sound
… could there be

… only of falling teardrops;

Rain;
Rustling;
Rocks; ...
The hills
And laurel trees.

Still,…; Now rain
...  there’s the sound;

Laurels ... still rustling
… against the eves.

Moonlight;
Candlelight;
Dreams
…of loving you;
Sea-side
Where seashells
… ride the sea.

The tide’s dance
... to fools;
Sparkles
… from the blue;
Only love in the deep
... could be free.
.
As free
… as the wide open sea.

Only love
... in the deep
Could be free.

As free as
... the wide open sea.

Betwixt;
Be-twain;
The heart;
The brain;
Love;
In the deep
… could be free.

Only down
… in the deep is free.
Here.
.. in the deep
Blue sea.

My heart takes
… to the beach;
But legs
… fear to reach
Such love;
My love;
My need

In the deep;
In the deep
Is free.

Only in the deep
… is free.

Only here
In the deep blue sea.

Such shells shimmer
… along the sea;

My tears;
My love
…make me free,

Please, come;
Come now
...to me

Leave the shore
Be mine; I’m yours.

Come to me?
My love
… leave the shore;
Please, come
Make me free
Once more…

Only the deep
In the deep
… is free.

Only
... in the deep
Blue sea.

Only here;
In the deep blue sea..