Sunday, April 21, 2013

Go Dancing When Asked

The rain was thick that day in its own dreary way
Thunder rolled in deafening waves of lost sound
You looked for me as you danced under clouds
But I was not any longer seen, Lost inside my hell
All you wanted was to be noticed, and dance, yes
But I couldn't see you, for I no longer knew myself
And my vision, what left of it saw only other things
I never meant to make your eyes match the rain
Lies fell like drops across your sweet, undone face
And I cried to as you left, Though you didn't know it
For the last of the good things had caught herself a train
No more was there a day that I would ever dance the rain

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Retrospective Twilight

Evening on the river
The tree shade envelops
Paddling away and to
What unknown then
Now known and lost
Not long before fires
Long since the moon
Blanketed sandy decks
Abandoned musty tents
Miles measured by time
Further than the bank
Owls are heard clearly
Ghostly echoes seem faint
Twilight or some mirage
Laughter stirs dead air
Memory the mind's shutter
Pictures are often fake