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 Feb 23 Gerry Sykes
Soulless
Hush now, my dear, and close your eyes,
The moon is drifting through the skies.
The stars are singing soft and sweet,
A lullaby where dreams will meet.

The ocean hums a gentle song,
Its waves will carry you along.
The silver fish, with tails aglow,
Swim through the night, where soft winds blow.

The clouds are pillows in the sky,
They’ll catch your dreams as they float by.
The winds will rock the trees to sleep,
And whisper secrets soft and deep.

The fireflies blink their tiny lights,
Guiding you through peaceful nights.
The world is calm, the world is still,
With every breeze, your heart grows chill.

Rest now, my love, the night is near,
The stars will hold you close and dear.
With every breath, the world turns slow,
As dreams of magic gently flow.

In fields of lavender, soft and wide,
Where sleepy rivers softly glide,
The moon will guide you through the dark,
And leave a kiss upon your heart.

Hush now, my dear, the night is long,
The stars will carry you along.
In the quiet arms of night’s embrace,
Sleep until the morning’s grace.

- Sun
over snow fields
chimney smoke versus clouds
                         racing shadows
haiku inspired
[original notes from 02/25

shadows of clouds move over snow
versus the shadows of smoke from
an institute chimney]
I was afraid,
searching for light,
until I realized,
the dawn was born from the night.

Fall once, rise twice....
isn't it? :)
 Feb 23 Gerry Sykes
Ophelia
With tears in her eyes she said
"I'm fine"
As she broke more
she said
"I'm fine"
She grabbed the tape and tried to fix herself
And as she cried she screamed
"I'm fine"
But she knew it was a lie
And as the tears fell from her eyes
She realized, she was no longer
fine
 Feb 23 Gerry Sykes
Ophelia
Behind our masks
Who no one knows
Is where our true selves go
Behind our masks
Is where our tears fall fast
Where the sun doesn’t shine
Behind our masks
Through the olive groves
to the village that sleeps
beneath the mountain
the collapse of human
kindness is far from me
the language of nature
is universal
the wild birds only know
songs of wisdom
the Cypress tree leans
upon its intelligence
it only speaks of peace
it has witnessed the
tragedy of war
there is happiness in the
falling of leaves
there is acceptance
in the whisper of the
restless wind ...
Clay.M
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