I walked away from the sagging moon
I never looked back
My gaze draped across the end of the day
I have seen the moons
Glare hide so much truth
In plane sight
Do you still love me
Have I been worth the wait
Love is so scorned
I am
I am with you
I am the sleeping bird
Curled in your lap
My wings are soaked
In the beauty of fire
Burning
I am your love
In the weakest part
of things to come
I hope to witness
The leaves turn
Will I stand in the snow flakes
I am drenched in the spring rains
The long days of summer
Shall keep me
Warm from the cold realities
Of patiently waiting
I see the reflection of
Past seasons pressing against
The passions of love lives
These trees bares no fruit
Barren of any reason
Only rooted in cold hearts
My hair burnt yellow/Orange from the fire dancers slow embrace
Smothering
I hope I am worth the wait
I know without me
It is so
It always has been
1/11/11/jrg
Copyright© 2011 by Jeff R. Ghee
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
I have not slept in days
I have not slept in days
I have not slept in any nights
I am like a small sail boat drifting
On calm waters after the storm
The sandman is at the helm
Refusing to set sail
My feet dangling over the side
I am jerked awake by the fish
Snagging my toes with their
Fish hooks trying to drag me
Down into a slumber
I am wedged between
Sleepless and insomnia
There are no cool spots
Left on my bed sheets
Every space has been
Previously occupied by me
Sleeping a moment ago
Awake again
I search for
Another cool spot
This is as consistent
As not being able to sleep
jrg 1/1/11
Copyright© 2011 by Jeff R. Ghee
I have not slept in any nights
I am like a small sail boat drifting
On calm waters after the storm
The sandman is at the helm
Refusing to set sail
My feet dangling over the side
I am jerked awake by the fish
Snagging my toes with their
Fish hooks trying to drag me
Down into a slumber
I am wedged between
Sleepless and insomnia
There are no cool spots
Left on my bed sheets
Every space has been
Previously occupied by me
Sleeping a moment ago
Awake again
I search for
Another cool spot
This is as consistent
As not being able to sleep
jrg 1/1/11
Copyright© 2011 by Jeff R. Ghee
Freedom cost to much
And freedom cost to much
Their eyes hollowed out by time
They can see into the past
But can't see now
They road in on white horses
With the staff of Moses
To show their might
Throwing it into the sky
And 1000 wooden creatures
Splintered off into the night
Their hands arms feet and legs
Bound by their children
To keep them from spreading
Their war bound ways beyond
Their own existence
Their mouth sewn shut
with the thread from the
uniforms of dead soldiers
They cannot talk their
Way into the future
No one is listening
To what was written yesterday
12/31/10
Copyright© 2011 by Jeff R. Ghee
Their eyes hollowed out by time
They can see into the past
But can't see now
They road in on white horses
With the staff of Moses
To show their might
Throwing it into the sky
And 1000 wooden creatures
Splintered off into the night
Their hands arms feet and legs
Bound by their children
To keep them from spreading
Their war bound ways beyond
Their own existence
Their mouth sewn shut
with the thread from the
uniforms of dead soldiers
They cannot talk their
Way into the future
No one is listening
To what was written yesterday
12/31/10
Copyright© 2011 by Jeff R. Ghee
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