I yearn for your company on this still, lonely night With nothing beyond the sill but the fell turn of time, And silence responds in kind to my sad, silent plight: Confusing our bonding further than where friendship might. But mine, to be ever loam that’s unplowed, cherishing The signs of a day endowed with a hope; trusting in The dream that for now is only a mere pantomime, But how the design uplifts me with love here in rhyme!
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Here in the crystal spectacle
Here in the crystal spectacle Of an eternity living in your eyes, Here I can see beyond the low Fogs and ephemera solitude contrives. Finding myself transfixed in soul, Knowing together we shelter here inside, Safe from the glamours, safe from those Beams and refractions that radiantly blind Us, who, disoriented, go Groping in fear, believe nobody is there, Balk and despair, capitulate To unassuageable lonesomeness, but no! I am and you are–unified, Safe and together. No power and no fate Holds a domain to separate Gazes we share, remove you from my embrace.
The earth sops the rain and is made no richer
The earth sops the rain and is made no richer, Drinks deeply, languidly, then returns to sleep. In pitch black, alone night the tears uncounted Fall softly and unnoticed in lovelorn deeps Beyond houses, past hearts in hazy twilight. Mute midnight sobs for once, then composes this, The world's careless din; and its ululating song ebbs among the swells and transposes all. Confined lovers weep, quivering in darkness While feckless fate so brutal sequesters each Entrapped soul apart; dreaming, fretting, praying: Cries power, intervention of godly grace, Uplift them from long nights alone while fearing Death threatens their beloved, and every day Without him is pain. Though assured and holding Fast, pledge of love held high for his lover's eyes, He must grapple, must war against the dungeon's Reach; all around when he isn't here is bleak.
The brightest light will house my smile
The brightest light will house my smile To know your arrow points at me, If only for a little while. I long to suffer every trial, For every shackle I'll feel free, The brightest light will house my smile To be compelled a thousand miles And fall at last adoringly, If only for a little while; And if I must so soon be riled, That moment of your grace I keep. The brightest light will fill my smile. To everything I'm reconciled, In love I seek imploringly, This place for just a little while To stay this happy little child Your care has raised from bended knee; The brightest light will be my smile If I may stay a little while.
The slight corner of your lips that drew back the veil of ecstasy
The slight corner of your lips that drew back the veil of ecstasy When you gave me the gift of your tiny smirk, I felt deep within my heart: communion of our intimacy. And to me it's confirmed there in entropy, How to see it becomes my eternal work: The slight corner of your lips that drew back the veil of ecstasy. All the tears that we've shared in our privacy, The confounded embraces we’re forced to lurk I feel deep within my heart, communion of our intimacy. How your sweetness affords so much strength to me! What compares to how you cause my to heart perk With those slightly smiling lips that drew back the veil of ecstasy? Oh I'm spared the ennui of my misery, The transcendent correction of soul–the jerk I felt deep within my heart, communion of our intimacy. There is nothing of value in treasuries No terrestrial beauty that’s more than quirk, When placed near the gentle lips that drew back the veil of ecstasy So deep within my heart, communion of our intimacy.
In the evening I drink a good bit of wine
In the evening I drink a good bit of wine, And dream of adventures my longing stores; Why not if there's a cause to recline? I often think I must love to pine For flights to escape from this bolted door. In the evening I drink a good bit of wine, For I've nothing except this blank, empty time Relinquished, to let fall and dream for more– Why not with all this time to recline? Why not adorn a stage, let align The wonder of dreams that are shared, explored? On the evenings I drink a good bit of wine, And imagine a journey more than sublime, Or maybe a field where we pause the tour? So why not find the time to recline, Appreciate the feeling to find A place where together we may ignore All the evening, the world, and all of its wine? To embark on a trip, a dream from a rhyme, Exactly the feeling we feel adore, Be finding there that time to recline And still in flight, ascending the climb To views of a life where our hearts will soar I have dreams of at night and then drink some wine. Why not with all this time to recline?
If I could fill the time I have, could write
If I could fill the time I have, could write Out what I dream to hold, do I believe The words I find could struggle to that height? Does greatness grow in soil of what's perceived? If so, how can I hope? This land is blight, This time is stillness, truthful words deceive; A din of faceless voices overflow As truth becomes mere noise, and every art Seems shallow. What is there to help me grow? What circle could I fit in? Here, apart, I find myself so distant, it's as though The world exists beyond my reach. Below The real I feel eradication start; The bonds dissolve and, separate, we depart.
Singing with a missing song
Singing with a missing song, Humming, thrumming deep inside, Mental engines screech along Straining and complaining–wrong, Wrong. Without a route decide Which words best are heard beside Others, difficult to build, Intricate but meaning nil. Rhyming, stymying my spilled Thoughts I cannot make belong, Words unsure they can be song, Still they sing in what I've willed.
A midnight ambiance arrayed
A midnight ambiance arrayed In cricket chirps and cars, Machines that hum below the Moon; A vacuum for the stars. A power greater than the brush Consumes the hedgerow's noise; It sucks the sound into its own, Becomes the night, the void. A night erupts when engines sound. The hushed crescendo, massed Together: in the fray but not Aroused, just droning past And softening the night around. There's times a man must drive away Alone without the Sun; What mission does he undertake With twilight looking on? A time I made a night sojourn, A friend with medicine Parlayed with me beneath the void Where once the stars had been. A highway road alone at night's A thrill with just my lamp, A darkened ruin speeding by With sparse illumined camps. The parkway has two garrisons Or more, but not for me, Encampments cadred by their lamps Like holy steelclad trees. With awe a dim celestial flame I see recursively In avatars of a machine In pairs of pairs of three; With awe I think mankind more safe, Designed to find a way To last if they can make a grove Of light where nothing stays. A dark road consecrated by Its eerie loneliness, A ritual light quality For no one, nothing blessed. I see the asphalt altar pass Into the night behind I feel a reverence for speed, With awe feel light decline.
The fools in glossolalia
The fools in glossolalia Forgo the morphic speech, But like a fool content to watch, I spare a smile for each. The time's a merry river, winds Its way throughout my hair; It disappears like puffs of smoke So carelessly in air. I've only so much time to stay Before I go to labor, But still this precious time I have With you I'm blessed to savor.
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