Mozart — Requiem
in D minor — Night finds me outside the cemetery gates, without recollection of travel or where I had been. In rising of the moon I see you just the other side, behind a freshly dug grave with a headstone of Israel marble. You seem as out of place as the stone itself. Antique…
A Christmas Guest — Timberland
A short story of a visit by an uninvited guest of unique nature while stranded in a cabin in unfamiliar woods. — The howling wind makes me uneasy. It always has, as if mother nature decided to scold me. The power outage follows me in with the last of my baggage, adding to the worry of discomfort and harm. Coupled with the total darkness brings me to the brink of concern. Moments…
Poetry — There are no magic words or clever rhyme to stay the aching of the heart or silence of the night void of sleep or peace which haunts until sun finds you solitary to greet the new day in hope of new love to ease the pain. https://medium.com/know-thyself-heal-thyself/lonely-947d9388e0fc?source=friends_link&sk=f06c0381f199187d2739f09c9879f583
(Preface) — A tale and a treat I have for you, a twist familiar, but a story new. It begins long ago in a place and time not yours to know. Riddle, it may seem, but I tell it true, this fable familiar; but new to you. So began our journey. End this story of nursery and liars den. Word of caution, words of warning, you might be a character within this yarn. So listen attentively if you care to return or I leave you behind to be butters churn.
Balsam and Berry
I hear the sleigh bells in the distance but fail to feel the season’s joy. Perhaps it is the lack of snowflakes and the newness of the month. Or the sandwiching of Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas by marketing. In truth, I know it is the sadness swelling within, for tears escape between commercials and plot lines. It blurs my view of what plays on the screen while lighting life replays. I suppose an early visit from Christmas past, for I have always been one to look ahead. Maybe more so than I should have, for if you fail to enjoy the present, what past do you have to claim?
Disappointment — My silence is neither consent nor approval, for you will learn life lessons in the private arena. I must love each of you equally, no matter how severely you crush my heart. I am here to guide, not judge, for that time will come soon enough. But if you listen…
It Must be me
Sadly — Giving of everything I am begins blissfully bringing heaven to earth for a short time. My place in this world becomes a reality, and my secret is with you. The bridging of mortal and something known only in myth and religion tethers the heavens as we create the brightest light. I am speechless, knowing you are happy and seeking only more of our time together. I thirst, reminded of what exists in your world alone.
Rejoice — There is something special about the Cape Cod and the land it rests on. We arrive on site early before our appointment with the movers. Hustling to ensure everything will be ready for them to remove and take contents from the Cod. The vehicle slowly approaches the driveway wrapped in…
& Always — I guess I never meant anything to you after all. Nothing more than an entertaining distraction of life. I pray the sting to be mild, but the heart doesn’t callus. There is no antidote for dreams while awake. The country song played long and slow like the back asphalt road I follow. I attempted to lose myself, as finding was a failure. Summer is nothing more than a promise as I leave town with hope in the rear-view. I throttle the bike with no destination to cure the emptiness where my heart once resided.