Monthly Archives: October 2017

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Poem: Evening Rest

Evening Rest

As this day now leaves to lie,

Rays once warm they fill the sky.

In colors changing to heaven bright.

The blues to hues of reds,

the white the golden might.

Of a day departed and with me too.

One more moment of bliss complete.

Of touch and love of fleeting happy you.

Yes, you an angel dancing high.

Dancing clouds you cross my eye .

Your horizon lies with me this day.

You fill the night with a starry sky,

with sparks, with thoughts, with dreams,

with intervening flashes we unite.

Build a picture, a cosmology ,

A heaven, a party book of light.

Closing now my eyes to sleep

The wonder in my breast I’ll keep.

Till waking neigh on mornings wing

A new, a day together we’ll sing.

Together

Liam July 2017

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Poem: Oblivion

Poem: Oblivion

Falling from the eves and chimney pipes I fluttered .

Floated like those autumn leaves.

Memories, whipped in the evening breeze .

My soul took flight.

Windy across foreign

Places, baren dusty spaces, where

I’ve lain my head to weep.

Dreamt and found you asleep.

Jeweled, sprawled a queen

Between the palms, sipping the nectar of words whispered

By that breeze.

Speaking softly in tongues long forgotten, while whisking flies.

We touched and you awoke.

A moment a memory in paradise lost.

Where we nibbled wisdom, ate sweet dates, laughed as lovers do.

Wait wait wait for what of this worth is ours to keep?

When life calls, I answer,

„Sleep!“ let me dream on.

Exotic caravans of incense and myrrh.

Spice in dusty cracks, is my dry desire.

In all this, what takes the call?

The call to rise above, to move beyond the pain filled fire.

Fill us searchers of the soul unseen.

Break desire!

End this march towards the funeral pyre.

Liam October 2017

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Oblivion

Poem: Oblivion

Falling from the eves and chimney pipes I fluttered .

Floated like those autumn leaves.

Memories, whipped in the evening breeze .

My soul took flight.

Windy across foreign

Places, baren dusty spaces, where

I’ve lain my head to weep.

Dreamt and found you asleep.

Jeweled, sprawled a queen

Between the palms, sipping the nectar of words whispered

By that breeze.

Speaking softly in tongues long forgotten, while whisking flies.

We touched and you awoke.

A moment a memory in paradise lost.

Where we nibbled wisdom, ate sweet dates, laughed as lovers do.

Wait wait wait for what of this worth is ours to keep?

When life calls, I answer,

„Sleep!“ let me dream on.

Exotic caravans of incense and myrrh.

Spice in dusty cracks, is my dry desire.

In all this, what takes the call?

The call to rise above, to move beyond the pain filled fire.

Fill us searchers of the soul unseen.

Break desire!

End this march towards the funeral pyre.

Liam October 2017