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4/14/2005

bluewater Ink


bluewater
Originally uploaded by websaior.



A deep water Sailor
with far away dreams;
his lover of flowers
and cold mountain streams,
moved nearer to heaven
the closer to be.
Their river of love runs
away from the sea.

Where eagles go wheeling
with power and grace
o’er shimmering aspens
in meadows of lace,
what stars they will reach for,
what thoughts they will think
on high mountain paper
with blue water ink.

Tapestry

In tribute to the grace of loving long
I offer this, to you, in threads of rhyme –
A layered quilt of life, a silk sarong,
our tapestry – eternal, spun from time.

The narrow, cobbled, stony street we saw
where players danced and sang in days of yore
has yet to touch this lover’s feet. In awe
I realize that now I love you more.

A piece of steel upon a knap of flint
can strike a spark that will, with luck, ignite
We came together as if heaven meant
to purge, for good, the dark abyss of night.

To warm my soul within this surging fire;
to fuel our love is all that I desire.

4/13/2005

Lullaby

In yesterday’s clutches she trembled,
replaying a previous role.
The feeling, recaptured, resembled
a wind stirring leaves in her soul.

In soft ocean breezes of hindsight
her heart chose a course of release
and life sailed away in the moonlight
embarked in a vessel of peace.

A lullaby sung in a whisper;
a yesterday saved with a smile;
in passing the memories kissed her
as clouds tumbled by single file.


© Copyright 2004 W.D. Neighbors

South of Clarity



'A constantly revolving parallax,'
perhaps describes the nature of my brain,
unpolished precious stone with tiny cracks
where logic begs emotion to refrain
from taking over processes of thought;
where feelings beg of logic, 'take a chance',
in both directions all of this for naught,
which serves to fuel insanity's advance.

I've given all the time I care to give
to finding what my friends would call 'a cure',
and frankly it is comforting to live
within the northern border of obscure.


The beauty lies in this: that beauty lies
in vain they'll search the babble for the wise."