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Hereafter
pray
rise and shine
O favorable Sun
to warm our hearts
and ope thy clouds
with splendent rain
to awaken dreams
of such Friendhood
of Love
of Harmony
that we might ne’er know
thy dusk
Today’s Aspiration
thru a rift in the fabric
of cold uncertainty
fly our deafen’d spirits
from the bugles of despair
towards that sparkle
in the spire of time
oh! to feel the warm voices
of angels
on the wings of a Miracle
Dyer Cloud
Sower of climate
in th’ ambiance
traversing the Bridge
‘twixt Reality and Fantasy
her love of color
mutating either side
to her swank appeal
to marveling eyes
New World 2
once organic— soon
biogenetically
modify’d planet?
Koi in Looking Glass
so many
Jewels of Power
streaming
in dancing shadows
of land and sky
but only one
Dragon of Good Fortune
rising
where rainbows prism peaks
of clashing cascades
queue
Darn those early birds
Guess I’ll have to wait my turn
Please leave me some seed
Hawai’i
a century of Siblings
born of Fire and Earth
from the depths of Night
stretching thru the unseen
towards the distant
smile of the Sun
to buss Lower Heaven
and clasp their spirits
as Bouquet of Southern Sea
recall vortex
for a moment
I might recognize
a bouquet of reality
when eons of Yesterdays
flourish’d
till I awake
to a prolong’d sleep
submerg’d
in the Now
of mystifying dreams
and no longer
Myself
Sunset
drifts Eventide
across a narrowing hall
of the Sea
her own shadow
her own reflection
her own light
to follow
whose last cinder of breath
will fall into dream
o’er brink of the World
brook
be drawn our eyes
to thy voice
a caravan
of seemingly diverse chatter
but spellbinding
to our sanity
with wondrous reverie
Olden Love
another seasons of four
have we shar’d
be the fog
thicker
the sidewalks
more uneven
our thoughts
often lost in thought
yet whenever I feel
the lifelines
of thy fragile hand
with mine
‘tis yesterday’s light
I behold
in that fairest of faces
Merry Christmas & A Happy 2020
‘tis not but
“that time of the year again”
when memory needs
reminding—
be it shar’d for all seasons—
a whisper of the heart
on all humanity—
till is spun to a snowflake
the Sun’s golden cocoon
and she flies away
as night
clouds
changelings
of Lower Heaven
who listen
to th’ eyes below
who speak
sometimes in moody wisps
sometimes in tears
till as ghosts
under the blue breath of Day
or the chandeliers of Night
they sleep
