Princess On The Blacktop

Oh the innocent flirtations of adolescent love
For the investiture of a young maiden’s affection
Watching, observing, holding my grin
I too, once was party to this faire

They bound; they dance, and innocently tease

Blooming on the blacktop
Lasses and lads
Young knights of the lunch table
Scramble for the right to another’s fondness
For youthful princesses await

Take her smile young lad!

Run, run with her
The schoolyard is your kingdom
Bound and dance amid them fair maidens
Around and around
Only once are you young I want to shout!
I do whisper though, aloud, “be carefree while you can”

Warm aspirations leap from their souls

On the cusp, parting their childhood
The true fullness of love they cannot grasp
And yet emotions are in motion

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Veiled Scenes Behind The Sun

Perceived glimpses cast emotions
Perceptions give glimpses
Wrapped in a draped veil
Cupped hands you hold out with discretion
An offering of vagueness
When a turning sun reveals

Truth maybe scant but

Concealing the obvious is obvious
When a turning sun reveals
Eyes meeting eyes are not insincere
When the turning sun reveals

A pall fades behind the dark side

Truth in abstention drapes around me
It revolves then evolves
Bending the beating heart
When a turning sun reveals

When the turning sun turns

There is dimness, there is luminosity
Aspirations and bleakness
For all this disappears behind the sun gloaming

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Where The Green Rushes Grow

Steadily the stream comes to slumber between the rushes
Dragonflies dart about above the water
Their confusing movements ripple above the water
In a carnival of sorts they move

Windswept clouds, shimmering aspens, towering mountaintops

Reflecting on the quiescent water
Portray, casting themselves, as a moving portrait on canvas
Dare I move and disturb this lazy faire

As a field of wheat the rushes swirl about

Dispensed by the hand of alpine gusts
That move across these dew tipped meadows
Under a sky bathed and swallowed in blue

Thoughts have started to wander afar

On the back of childhood memories
Cares now cast, lost, just for a measure of time
I immerse myself in reminiscing and worship

As with my life’s years

These, my summer withdraws
This situate is a familiarity
As old as my years yet from the beginning of creation

Whose fingerprints are these that draw me here?

Where the fall of man seems not to have fallen
They are yours Oh Majestic Lord
This place where the green rushes grow

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Cherished Indiana Night

Fireflies pulsate, vibrate beneath
Dimly illuminating drooping apple blossoms
Fading from an unseasonal heartland’s heat

A bright crescent moon dazzling plays, engages in stages

With a zephyr that moves over rows of endless corn
They bend and move as if in a slow waltz

Ever so calmly, rocking chairs rasp the porch floorboards

Railings taken over by ivy lends nuance
No one speaks much, no one wants to

The circadian rhythm drama playing out before us

Rest’s its resolve upon us
Life’s amphitheatre scintillating our senses
Harmoniously, katydids and crickets chime in

Oh, we filled our baskets and barrels today

By the sweat of our brow
The barrels now standing by overflowing
In the dimly lit glow of an aged porch light

The aroma of Blue Ash trees drifts about

I feel poised as if in a depiction of a different era
A living portrait reticent forever in my memory
Cherished was this Indiana night

 ^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

The Lily Of The Vale

This rose
The Rose of Sharon
A meadow saffron of white and violet
Beholden in my hands

I will sip His crimson dew

That confers me life eternal
And for those humble souls that seek Him
Shall find verve shadowed forth therein

This rose

This lily of the vale has withered
Buried and sown
Has risen like seed from the earth

Sons of Adam and daughters of Eve

Of salvation clothe themselves
With chaplets of flowers and crowns
Scented with a golden citron of eternity

Some have sipped this crimson dew

And hearkened to this Passion Flower
Fairer more than all flowers of all fields
And any may come and partake

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Let The Willow Weep

Wordless the willow weeps
I will lie within her boughs
Inflection of her crying tones
Whilst not bother me

Art thou not a sanctuary to many?

So what say you of your moan?
Slender in your parasol of branches
Say not I feel for you

Articulate to the breeze that enfolds you
Remain with me here tranquil, poignant
May my lure compel you?
Vex not, thou subsist not for thyself

What then say you?

Is the secret to your weep?
Christened are you not…
The weeping willow

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Lunar Shadows (Je t’ordonne d’ adieu)

Lunar shadows
Descend, descending upon you
Crafting a shadow upon the sand
Instead of one, of you, there are two

From the moon I observe

Where you sent me
How your dress dances against you
By the ocean mist blowing in from the sea

Walking all alone like a love song
Gathered had I opals, pearls and dreams to share with you
But lost them I did riding the back of a gull
Soaring back from the white moon with dust and dew

Dolphin come to you by the edge of the ocean

To hear your thoughts echo across the tide cascading
I strain hard to hear what they hear
Can they, you, hear my prayer is dawdling, fading

Some dreams like galaxies are out of reach

The blossom that once was alive
Becomes fading starlight
Wondering back in prayerful reflection the blossom dies

It’s been said faith is the substance of things hoped for

So I call out to you my love song, fare thee well
Adieu ma chanson d’amour…!
Adieu ma chanson d’amour…!
 
^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}