When the night returns,
the world is filled with silence
as the moon's gentle glow
lit the dreams that flow.

Somewhere out there, lovers gather,
admiring the heavenly cluster
dazzling like little diamonds in the sky
as their hopes spread their wings and fly.

A young mother cradles her baby
who yawns and sleeps peacefully
in the arms of a lifetime of bliss
and a love, sealed with a kiss.

Swing all your heartache, right over here
we'll lap it all up with black and white eager tongues

Give us your war stories, young policeman, come
return to the brethren fold

I look at my boys, soft as morning bread,
white with innocence

I haven't the heart to harden them yet,
lest their soul come as cold as my own

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He sits here now, in a creaking black,
couched leather eagerness

And tells of all the horror he saw,
out there on the street, his beaten eyes devoured:

Bold of spirit, true of heart,
strength of mind, a place to start.
Striving onwards, look not back,
gaining always what you lack.
Forage in an empty room,
return again to mother's womb.
Searching in an open field,
finding more than life can yield.
Remembering only surface knowledge,
digging deeper, finding courage.
Worry not, for in your hands,
lies the power to understand.
Come to the plane of the knowing,
be engulfed by the sphere of truth.
Keep your free spirit a flowing,

in the shadows the chimes voice
rose and fell
dry like the brittle leaves of fall
walking quick in fright
the death of midnite dark and dear
the shadow of a message
vague and near
behind before the swirl of light

In tides of hearts
the oceans work
like airs whirling rush
the dreamers lurk
the slickened facts
like tracks of rain
anonymous and
cold with pain

When Nightingales Sing

Tear my heart apart
let my soul languish
in loneliness.
Let my words die
in the making
as they fade into
nothingness,

I am the nightingale
who sings its melancholy
at twilight
unheard, unseen
hidden in the morning mist
mesmerized
by the Beauty of its
Music
deaf to a voice
grown old
grown weak
and dying

gravel road winding slow
past gates and leaning fences
the overhang and cool dark glades
the chill of entering a scene of hades
the radio chatter barely there
the wheel vibration keeping time
we're almost there

the radio car sits across the scene
just park lights on
a morning dream
one coffee in the shift
begins
but like this life
it never seems
to end
begin
the seamelss
traumas
making sense
horrific drawa

Not tomorrow

Who knows about a tomorrow
I only know of today
come love me now
without any sorrow
why my precious time
do you want to take away

Tonight is all I can promise today
who knows whether the sunrise
will come again our way
so tonight only, I can promise,
the whole night long I will stay
Who knows about tomorrow
we may not live that day

slip into the fold of dreams
jump and land in the fodder of the bed
through the veins of light in the slats
of the wind
the moon hunger slips across your talc
flesh like stripes

my thirst for your salts
the tender and waif
the weak and potent
we pause the initial
greeting of touch
like the pause of
the great pent up
moment