Monday, October 13, 2014

Some Poems

Was looking through some stuff from the old attic...


On my pillow fresh dews shiver,
as I brush aside memory's curtains,
in Love's morning light.
A Portrait

A portrait of you I paint in my mind,
a face of happiness lost, too sad to define.
I keep it in a frame of yesterdays' lies,
and polish it with laments divine.
Something new...

At the Library

Here, silence is
breaks in fear
from the grasp
of softened ears

Words spoken are
golden leaves
from un-useful trees

Flipped pages dance
like playful butterflies
to horror movie

A monk I am
at the foot
of a mountain
of books

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