Into the eyes of stars I look this night
And with a kiss, in me awakes a fire
As we do smile and dance here in the sky
I could, I must, I will voice my desire
My wife bought me a “poetry set” of fridge words, and I came up with this, as you can see in the picture. A very happy weekend to all.
Ten thousand years past
To us, an eternity
Yet no time at all
When I connect the paper with my pen
I often find my hands have their own minds
And quicker than my tongue, my hands are then,
In painting words of many shapes and kinds
Shadows whisper secrets false
Clawing at my soul, they laugh
Gnawing at my heart, they sneer
Circling round my head, they lie.
That I may hear the truth and see them out.
From silence grows music
From death grows life
From nothing grows all
Falling from on high
Spinning in eddies of wind
Stunning
Perfect
Constructed with utmost care
Gone in a moment
Light to dark
It happens so quickly sometimes
Each day flowing to the next
Never slowing
Never halting
No time for a breath
I’ve often had a tickle in my mind
A mem’ry that I cannot ever place
And day to day I never can quite find
The way to get to it through time and space
It is a memory both mine and not
One lived by someone else, who is yet me
Someone behind the veil of time, whose lot
Is ever close and yet so hard to see
I know it in the instincts of my heart
I know it in recesses of my soul
I know it full though know not ev’ry part
Not details, but one true and solemn whole
It is behind that veil that I sense truth
Some wisdom learnéd back in my soul’s youth
My thoughts are dancing, running, spinning round
Around the spaces in my head they bound
As oft they circle wildly, I have found
When I do try too hard to be profound
Though diamonds coat the ground
I often dream of green
A Poem A Day 