A love story
Love story You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often dear… Continue reading
A kind and sweet lullaby
Please sing to me, a kind and sweet lullaby. In the night when I’m overtook by the weight of life. You touched my face and brought my head into the safety of… Continue reading
The Scottish kisses
Scottish kisses It was 1978 and the long days of Summer were here. Early June, warm days, weekend activities and weekend adventures to discover new places. I found safety in the… Continue reading
SHE SAUNTERS RIPE WITH THE SEASON
Originally posted on Rumi and the Shadow:
She, like moon with no undue pace but that of her slow wonder, wanders to where the brambles bend and maples bow in homage to their…
“Dirty little secrets”
Dirty little secrets I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember, ” You and I”. I was the dancing moon whispering words of love to you as we… Continue reading
Winter woes
Amazing poetry by a talented writer.
Black as the night
Black as the night I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance.… Continue reading
My California
My California Do you remember me? I do remember you. I am jealous of the sun, the lucky sun falls into the California sea. I remember when I suicided boarded the Pacific.… Continue reading
For Joey and some words.
Play me the waltz of the angels I wrote some names down to paper, each name were kind mentors to me. In quiet prayers, I pray to sit with them again, talk till… Continue reading
A few years ago… 1991
Originally posted on News from Ibonoco:
(Réédition du 10 décembre 2018) Qui m’appelle et me dérange ainsi en pleine apesanteur d’esprit ? Qu’on me laisse à mes rêveries infinies, infiniment profondes…