| HAUNTED BY HIS EYES The grip of the old mans stare was powerful much stronger that the birdlike claw he held outstretched trembling in palsied flight mothlike wings awkwardly beating the air near me as I passed him in the corridor late one night his eyes have haunted me since the watery blue ponds unrippled reflection of saphire jewels hidden inside the desert of his face caressed by wrinkles of valleys his gleaming sky gaze those piercing stones sought me out again and again fastened fiercly to me by a fine gold chain I was hypnotized, in his spell his lids peeled open revealing to me legends of his once vigorous life I stood transfixed, time was nothing now seasons changed, people were born, they lived, died I saw everything as if I had been there before the glacial paralysis, mothlike beating wings palsied plea for flight this, his life had become now and I knew him, I knew him so well those eyes, they haunt me still... By Sheryl McCurdy |
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| GIVE ME MIDNIGHT STARS The dial tone drones against the faded counter top making the room hum with life the windows showcase pink snow sunset is kind to the sprawling angels bedding down for the night a lank strip of paper valentine hearts curls up on the floor peeping out from under Mondays newpaper silvery notes of a wind chime decorate the pastel air, but I just want the midnight stars hard and bright to feel the gaze of an unwavering moon watch rays sharp as blades carve the crust of fresh snow banks spilling the innards for all to see tomorrow at dawn sleds without runners and shovels discarded for lost and those red mittens that were once clutched by the snowman who guarded the fort will dot the winter white like droplets of blood when this pastel day fades away into the gray of winter night only then will I slip into the sly wink of the silent sky lose myself in waves of midnight stars and cry by Sheryl McCurdy |
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| MIDI: WHEN YOU SAY NOTHING AT ALL |
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