Shadow Dancer

In my childhood dreams you dance,

A shadow on the wall,

Twisting, turning, darkness churning,

Silent footsteps fall.

As I watch in wonder,

Light and dark combine,

Shapes merge and grow, then part again,

And moonlight turns back time.

Raven ribbons twine around the figure in the hall

Illuminate my shadow dancer,

Dancing on the wall.

As I reach to touch you,

Sunrise steals the night.

Daylight stills the shadow dance,

And shadows take to flight.

June 25, 1996

I had never seen the names

Until that solemn day

When they posted up a list

Of those who'd passed away.

The sorrow rose to fill my heart

Like an ocean, it swelled inside

Tears of pain, and loss, and grief

Fell quiet from my eyes.

I never met the silent men

Who left this world that day

I wish that I had known them

Somewhere, somehow, someway.

I felt they were my brothers

My fathers, sons, my lovers

Each life had reached and touched me

And left a mark forever.

Let's not forget the silent ones

Who paid the highest price

Gave everything they had to give

To give us peace and life.

Sweeter From the Night

I rest my weary cheek upon my hand, and welcome the cold moon's

shining fragile light -

Into my window.

The air is cool -

to touch -

Sweet -

to taste -

and damp.

The empty silence pounds my ears with darkness song and dance.

The dew - Angel's tears - licks the grass -

New and fresh,

And sparkles the spiders' webs

with shimmering jewels.

In the eastern sky, a glow is seen.

A velvet shroud disguises the world -

Misty and fuzzy.

And to the east,

Watercolors blend.

As the tangerine sun rises from the edge of the Earth,

The moon pales with awe and sinks, shame-faced, below the horizon.

And yet -

Another day has risen.

Warm -

Freshly tossed

No artificial colors or flavors.

I rise from my window to pick the dew-drenched strawberries

the sun has yet to warm.

And they are sweeter

From the night.

Working Late

He studies his reflection as he wipes away her lipstick,

Smooths his hair,

And prays her perfume won't linger.

--He's not supposed to be here.

Every day he tells himself,

It's over once again,

Then he sees her smile.

When he's in her arms,

It doesn't matter someone's waiting.

Her kiss makes him forget

He isn't home,

--And she shouldn't be here.

You came to me as a stranger

I've never known your face.

But your image is etched

On my soul.

Instead of dampening my emotions,

As so many try to do,

You fan the flames,

And help me set them free.

I can only watch in wonder,

While you mirror the songs

I only sing to myself.

I thought it was illusion,

A star that shines until you look directly at it, then disappears.

But when the night gives way to day,

The image doesn't fade, But gathers light and strength.

You have touched me somewhere deep inside.

Invaded my heart and mind.

Thoughts of you devour my soul

In a delicious embrace,

And that keeps me.

Life/Force

I don't want to sail on the tranquil tide

I want to be tossed by the angry sea.

I don't want to stand in the soft summer rain.

I want to scream into the savage storm.

I don't want a gentle breeze to caress me.

I want the wind to howl fierce around.

I don't want to watch from the base of the mountain.

I want to stand at the summit and shout.

I want life to charge full force.

I want the thunder to deafen me -

The lightning to blind me -

The rain to drown me -

The wind to pound me.

I don't want to merely live...

I want to feel ALIVE!

The Dreams That Dreamers Dream

Wild, free and blameless,

The dreams that Dreamers dream.

Fearless and accepting,

Unshaken and unseen.

And led into a great unknown,

On faith we will rely,

That solid ground will meet us,

Or we will learn to fly.

While some wait for the rainbow,

Dreamers greet the rain.

For dreams are made of hope and love,

And dreams are made of pain.

You Are With Me

I feel that you are with me

When I close my eyes at night,

And the darkness doesn't press so hard.

When the road is rough and winding

I feel you walking beside me,

And the journey doesn't seem so long.

When I'm alone and afraid

I feel your arms around me,

And I know you are with me.

Storm

I woke early in the dark

To a symphony of rain,

And you dancing in my mind.

Every falling raindrop -

A kiss from your lips,

While the thunder whispered

Softly next to my ear.

The wind blew gently -

Your breath upon my skin,

And lightning flashed

Like passion in your eyes.

My friend,

If I could, I would give you-

A heart that never breaks,

Eyes which cry only tears of joy,

Arms that are never empty,

And a smile that never fades.

If I could, I would take-

The painful memories,

All the hurt you've felt,

The dark skies,

The confusion and frustration,

And all the sorrow.

But all I can offer is

The shelter of my friendship,

The promise of a smile,

A heart that won't forget,

And a soul that doesn't want to.

What Would You Say?

What would you say if I told you

I heard a song that brought you to mind

And I sat down and cried

For friendships that died.

I ache inside for what used to be

The promises and vows that you made to me

I cannot forget.

I cannot let go.

And what would you say if I told you

My laughter is only a lie

That I lie awake in the darkness

Tearing apart the night to ask why.

You were my reflection.

A soul in the shell of this world.

Questions

I lay staring

Blinking back darkness

And make my confession

To a fading illusion.

Am I no more than therapy

To soothe those lost souls

Who for a moment

Cross my path?

It's Not a Country Song

I crunch unsteady through the lot.

Gravel dust floats like fog,

obscures my steps,

and settles like dead skin on my boots.

A spattered bulb advises -

check all pretentions at the door.

My feet fall heavey on the scarred plank floor.

The cheap stink of unfiltered Camels

wraps me in anonymity,

caresses my sinuses as I sink into shadows

and fade to grey.

It's not a country song,

but the liquor's cheap,

and sanctuary's open all night.

The Inheritance

The children will reach out -

With unending hope, and unbreakable dreams

To weave their laughter, their trust

Into the hate and fear that has been built.

With their innocent hands

They will tear down the walls,

And in their place

Rise up with joy

To end the tragedy of

Their inheritance.

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