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Someday

Ah! On that cold month-after night
Alone sat we in candlelight
And we talked on end of nothing.
But in my arms you sat
And I contentedly reflecting that
You were again in my sight
And happy was I to be where you were sitting

Oh, doubted I hour after hour
If you, most gentle flower
Were happy where it was you sat
But still you stayed there lying
While inside my soul was dying
Until the cold air I empowered
I knew then, you'd return to where you sat

Someday 2.2.97



Double Sonnet #1

Peace to the man who walks alone
'Cross barren fields of snow
For fire's fuel and winter warmth
And to his family goes

To feed himself and all his kin
May he survive this day
That all his debts might disappear
And all his fam repay

For sins not his to bear this time
May mercy grant him kind
To get his head above the drifts
And may his peace he find

For if not returning he be
He kills not himself but family

And to the wealth that serves no need
Might it find it's rightful place
To serve not greed but need instead
To benefit it's race

So find it's place among the pock's
Where needed it will be
Not misered to serve no one else
May he feed to charity

Be blinded not by needful things
And thoughts that serve no cause
For warmth and meal shall it go
To feed the needful jaws

So place it well unto that man
Who does but what he can



The Circle

The sweet smell of rain
On a cloudless summer's day,
Sheds a feeling of repose
When the world seems to dismay

A mountain purple sunrise
On a grassy rolling knoll
The zephyrs of an autumn day
When an artists palette falls

Winters winding whiteness
Of sudden slow snow showers
Which runs to Spring and all it's splendor
In the blooming of the showers

The circle of life spinning unslowed
Around those on the Earth
Does not yield to Mother-bound astronauts
Which thrive on passing and birth
As we round every day
All we can hope for's someone to hold
To share those summers days
And shelter us in cold



Why Rush

We can look into the future
But do we know what we there see?
All we can do is help our morrows
Be as great as they can be

There is no point to predict or guess
What might or might not come
For you and I must surely know
The future's still unknown

So should we assume that we
Will be together then,
When we don't know what paths we'll take
If we'll see each other again?

I must say though it's nice to dream
But do we know what dreams do mean?



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