I have been missing
your footsteps '
any ways

as I have been away
for so many days
perhaps
your footsteps
devushka/lady friends
came my way

deaf as I am
you may say
can't hear your footsteps
as always
hardly you speed across
now a days
my pathways

dobri denh...
good day wishes
come from
Niagara
again

from lovedla
la la lala
lol
can you now hear
my silent steps

a babe with a pleasing roll
was out on a teasing stroll
headed for a pub
but turned to a club
to slither on a dancing pole

Footsteps approaching me.
I hear loud clanking -
keys or silver, or perhaps an armor?
Or maybe glints of the belated moon
awry on marble of the floor?
Tall windows let the early morning flow.
Silk curtains fly in horizontal lines,
transparent messengers to meet
an early mist
above the lake surrounding my room.

Tears do well

Tears or a tear

Raises emotions
in yes, don't fear
in any human

A PM like Churchill
the solidest man
in the ''Dark Hour''
had a tear well up

I think the word
tear does 'well'
does well...
and
it glimmers like a diamond...
reminds one of the diamond ring
in the solar eclipse
if you have seen
don't mind my ellipse....

I

Our eyes once lingered on the ancient tree
Traced to the founders of this place
Who cleared the land for farms and cemeteries,
But spared the giant elm, older than memory,
And made of it the icon of our public space.

That towering mountain of limbs and foliage!
It could be seen as a beacon in all the valley,
Majestic in every season! Every knot in the bark,
Every root that bulged through the mossy soil
Was known in its estate in the center of town.

Simply
keep writing
your book of life

include
all seasons
bright, grey and green

imprints
shall survive
the morbid ink

Untie the tangled tired nerves
let loose in feather, and deeply sleep
as no night patterns are left in caves,
the morning's eyes shall wake and sweep.

Enhale the silence of the dawn
where breeze and birds put down the frown
then share a charity, do not postpone,
let nothing but death put you down

Unlace your spirit, give God a praise
fill up your cup with morning's grace
then race the passion, the golden rays,
I trace a smile now on your face.

Oh my lovely lady love
your light frock flowing
chills fever frantic visions
of sun drenched paradise

ah, those inviting valleys
and sweet contoured rises!
It’s like a magical dream
to see the shimmering flow

as the sweet silvering mist
of your lightly kissing dress
over such landscape clings ...
how beautiful your body sings!

My one wish is that I recline
amongst such succulent fruit,
and feel more the man
at your sun drenched hand