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“Visit”

I saw the rows of gold and green
Bursting forth from the brown
Below a sky of white and blue.

I took your hand and led the way
Down paths I’d walked many
Years ago, and saw them all anew.

 

I’ll lose her someday.
That struck me full-
Force this morning,
While we were getting
Dressed for work.
Whether it’s my own
Stupidity or her
Getting Alzheimer’s
Or one of us dying,
I’m going to lose her.
So I’m going to make
The most out of every
Damn minute until then.

“When the Sea Meets the Sky”

“I’ll find you again,” she whispered in
My ear before we parted. “I’ll find you
When the sea meets the sky.”

Years passed, and I searched high and
Low, travelling the world over, seeking
Where the sea meets the sky.

Never in that time did I ever meet any
Who loved me as she did, who made
My heart soar to meet the sky.

On the day I knew I was to die, I sat
Alone and waited, certain I would
Hear her voice under the grey sky.

And as the rain began to fall, she
Whispered once again. “My love,
Did you not see how sea meets sky?”

“The Immortal Question”

What would you do with immortality?
If you knew that you would never die?
Would you travel the world, see what
Wonders others only read about?
Follow the paths of your favorite
Writers, and eat at the same little Paris
Cafés that once hosted Hemingway?

Would time lose its meaning to you
If you found that you could never die?
Would the days and weeks and months
Years centuries blend together and
Cease to have an impact short of
Reminding you who you had loved and
Lost along that long way?

Who would you bring close to you,
Knowing you’d have to watch them die?
Would you choose lovers with caution,
Or give yourself over to the throes
Of passion over and over again? Would
You even try to remember them
After they were gone from your side?

What would you choose to be
If you believed that you would never die?
Would you walk the narrow way and
Strive to find a balance between evil
And good? Or would you hurl yourself
Headlong, choosing one side or
The other to prove that neither exist?

 

“Isn’t It?”

Eerie, isn’t it
The man whispered inside his
Own head. The way
The silence descends on a
Place like this.
Yes, quite,
The man whispered to
Himself. Nothing but the
Quiet hanging oppressively
Over our head.

Strange, isn’t it
The man whispered inside his
Own head. The way
So many people come and go
Without your notice.
Yes, quite,
The man whispered to
Himself. There should be
So many more
This time of night.

Odd, isn’t it
The man whispered inside his
Own head. The way
That no one else hears us but
You and me.
Yes, quite,
The man whispered to
Himself. But it’s better
Than having someone
Overhear your thoughts.

Fascinating, isn’t it
The man whispered inside his
Own head. The way
You can lose yourself in
Just the stillness.
Yes, quite,
The man whispered to
Himself. But it’s in
That stillness that I
Find my way.

 

“Winter”

Today I look west over the mountains
And I see the sun sinking below them.
Snow coats them, and I dream briefly
Of distant oceans, islands, tropical
Paradises where the sun will not set for
Hours and the people have never had to
Wear clothes with long sleeves and the
Only skiing to be had is done behind a
Boat, and I remind myself of why I
Stay where I am, in a land that gives me
A proper winter.

There are doors leading through
This and every other life, and we
Cannot see beyond any of them.
All we can do is trust that a door
We have chosen to open leads
To another series of paths and
Choices, neither better nor worse
Than any we have made before.
A maze, perhaps, but one that
We all must tread, no matter the
Twists. Everyone must find their
Own way through it, though we
Might sometimes ask a fellow
Traveler which way they would
Suggest. All we can offer one
Another is advice. We cannot
Lead them down any one path.
If we are lucky, we might have
Companions by our side for a
Part of our journey. We may
Say goodbye along the way,
But if we’re lucky, our paths
Will cross again someday.

Magnet Poem #4

soft lips cry out with gentle
passionate bliss.
a boy entwined with
his goddess
always faithful through time
heaven and hell have
no power over his soul
for he has paradise
in her velvet embrace

 

 

 

 

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“Want”

I want to sit with you,
Coffee in hand, under
Your favorite blanket
As rain streaks down.
I want you to lean up
Against me, look into
My eyes, and tell me
How your day went.
I want to share all of
The words that are in
My head and heart and
Let you know truths.

 

 

Magnet Poem 3

she was a dream
a beauty like music
a frantic need
I pictured her
watching rain and mist
my love by the sea

 

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