Some Poems

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

Waking

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

At the Library

Here, silence is

incomplete
breaks in fear
from the grasp
of softened ears

Words spoken are

golden leaves
from un-useful trees
chain-sawed

Flipped pages dance

like playful butterflies
to horror movie
soundtrack

A monk I am

incomplete
at the foot
of a mountain
of books