Summer day
There’s nothing better
than the cool shade of a tree
under a hot sun.
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The words I’m not brave enough to say
I want to walk the burning miles
and face all the bitter trials
with you at my side
as we take the long years in stride
and conquer them in style.
Slashing Moon
Sweet silver crescent,
you slash the inky darkness
like an ice-cold blade.
Bitter, sweet words
I fell in love with
a liar like no other;
she said she loved me.
The road away from the shadow of the mountain
Can we redeem man
with the acres of stores
of his weapons of wars?
Do you think we can?
Can we wash out the red
that’s staining his hands
and staining his lands
and build something instead?
Can we build silver towers
with the strength of our minds?
Can we plant beds of flowers
and be gentle and kind?
I may not see the way
but I hope, and I pray.
Hard standard
I’ll never forgive
people who hurt others and
myself, most of all.
The fire which went out
I just want to hold her,
I just wish I’d told her
how much she meant,
how she was heaven-sent
but that spark grew colder.
The taste of love
It is tomorrow
and the feeling of your kiss
is still lingering.
Smokey souls, ashen spirits
This shaded barroom
certainly isn’t heaven
but it has spirit.
Courageous courtship
How do I tell her
what I’m feeling inside;
what I’m trying to hide?
Honesty’s a lure
that promises a cure,
but that I’ve tried
and been denied.
Of truth I am unsure.
But if I hide my face
and run away…
if I so fear disgrace,
then why should they stay?
So I once again, with bravery,
face the consequences of my honesty.
A (wise) man of two faces 