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For Ilion: Sleep, Return to It*

young man of Manhattan
sleep, return to it,
we must stop meeting on the corner of 125th & Broadway at 3am

young father - thy life thy future thy child -
depend on it

as do I -
depend upon thy poetry*

for you are the lion of youth,
I, the graybeard of past paths,
no need of sleep in my dwindling days,
but time bids you welcome,

- thy life thy future thy child -
all ask me, let him come to us
refreshed


7/7/17 4:49am
Manhattan
always a poem in reserve for you
When you are not afraid
to let him look you in the eyes,
for all sadness is gone,
and in turn, where happiness lies.
When the nightmares end
and the daydreams begin,
and your smiles become
a hundred percent genuine.
When sad songs turn into love songs,
and the days stop feeling dreadfully long.
There is no need for red roses
or a beautiful white dove,
to lure you into believing you are in love.
Don't be afraid to know love is in the air,
for a moment like this is awfully precious and rare.
there is a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone...
 Jan 2018 girl diffused
ryn
the symphony
played by the water
upon the shore

punctuated at times
by that errant wave
that crashed a little too hard

dislodging half-buried notions,
revealing pint-sized dreams
and tabulating forgotten score

serving watchful eyes
a fistful of sand,
and pays concerned hearts
with total disregard
 Jan 2018 girl diffused
ryn
Karma
 Jan 2018 girl diffused
ryn
If the
weight of thoughts
could wear away
the resilience
of the broken bough,

I must’ve done
something terribly
wrong
to feel the way
that I do
right now.
 Jan 2018 girl diffused
ryn
if indeed
my heart
knows every
word to
this song

why does
my voice
argue that
it should
never be
sung?
 Jan 2018 girl diffused
ryn
I pine for,
     crescent moons
     and star-peppered skies.


I notice and hear,
     swaying silhouettes
     and whistling night breezes.


I anticipate,
     the expiring hours
     and dew-scented earth.


I only exist in,
     extended silences
     and shattered lenses.


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