some old musings/poetry

a breeze blows the curtains in

while setting in my hands again

creamy brown skin of tender feet

cupping an ankle a path is traced

fingertips and ecstasy interlaced

she left her shoes out in the back

slender and black amongst the grass

her cares fleeting like the summer breeze

running 'round my back yard

red painted nails, a flirtatious tease

the torches cast a warm glow

amongst the mooncast shadows

your lipstick ghosts the glass

and I can't help but wonder

Should I wash it last?

or maybe never?

I still chase those threads

those things we never said

now only ghosts of whispers

like your lips on my glass

the taste is faint

but the memories last

answers are all that I want

Illuminate the truth

of what I am and what I was

don't play me by slight

don't put up a front

It's not in a mirror

I seem to have found

and it's not within

it's a trouble of some sort

a long time waiting to confront

illuminate to me

amidst our fading light

so that what we once had

is something more than a shadow

left in the frame of your gallow

I see myself

sitting on the beach

watching the sun rise

then set beyond the reef

it's rhythm and it's pulse

wash oe'r the days

that come and go

like the tide in some lunar way

so just out of reach

the daydreams in mind

for soon the sands of reality

settle into my eyes

i rub them clear

and find myself always

as the seasons merge

winter to spring

in the midwest every year