November… This…

evening notes

in champagne hours

when distance

twirled ribbons

… (laced emotions)

along passages in time

as amber moons

and ciels noir

travelled the moving seconds

that would disperse

into the blowing sands

 

this was where

interludes played

and the hollowed stillness of songs

became the beauty

of the grains in our hands

 

so we talk of it

a whispering nothingness

or a sweet remembrance

of moments

maybe existing before

the early horizon

imagined in unshakened

unwashed sunsets

 

and though we may choose to remember,

stones and rivers and mountains

will soon wither

becoming hidden

in the darkening spaces

of our minds

so…

eventually

we will forget

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Poinciana moons

moonlight,

circles drawn

on waves at an untouched horizon

a beauty in silver waters

… unremembered

though in winter dust

I sometimes shift the darkness

and memory paints the sky

so, behind closed eyes

the stars hold the brightness

of yesterday,

the wind betrays to the trees

the secrets of mountain echoes

from far away

 

my emotions are then allowed

(for a time)

to breathe…

and within the horn-coloured glow

of days that dream into nights,

… I think of us

Indian Summer

sometimes it rains

though memories pour

even in scarlet weather

 

a beautiful reminiscence

in showers that appear

… in sporadic sands

 

… in dust

… in silence

moments once shared

(and for a time)

once passed

between distant hands

larkspurs in rum

withered pieces of time

pass… as a memory

before my drooping eyes

 

fragmented now

in ruins

is the decaying scent

of our past

 

I breathe it in

and I remember,

… petals on winter days

that blew away

with your promise to love me

… always

 

now in the dirt

of buried emotions

these memories hide

I remember

… you

 

let earth and sky

disintegrate

 

I am free

of these feelings

… at last

… and so, good-bye

a struck chord

my emotions wish to pour

though

a vow to my heart

prevents the turning of the sky

of moons and seasons

blowing the tides

of my indecent dignity

that once begged

without reason

 

melodies of midnight words

revive the very feelings

I had watched die

if only to forget

yet still allowed to cry

 

so I tie knots

in my veins

… blood just should not be felt

neither should the beautiful darkness

fold into night

please, go away

… for I just may love you again

 

 

Twilight dust of days past

desert flowers

once bloomed

within the heart

of a winter night

 

colours of gold

seen in transparent fragrance

petals…

like butterflies

carried on the wind

in a beautiful song

 

… of rivers

… of mountains

and….

moments

that memory

somehow still captures

(… sometimes)

in the glow

of the moonlight

The path through yesterday

specs

of the unwashed darkness

fills the bleak void

in the always unseeable light

 

quiet now, the silence

that distances tomorrow

as we await

the dawn of forever

in this unending night

Interlude

summer skies

illuminated by beauty

in coloured light

 

and in streaks of hushed tomorrows

… moments breathed

 

though within seconds and hours

in the grains of time

emotions did bleed

 

sunlight now

in shades of forbidden love

casting shadows

after the winds of uncertainty

… had blown

Broken steps… where grey stones lie

secrets turn

embodied in cold whispers

of flowers that die

 

a withered fragrance

blows over the clock,

 

hands that tell the moments

in discoloured white wash scents,

 

within the frame

of borrowed existence

 

memories must be kept

… don’t ask why

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