Morning Prayers - i shake upon remembering
Taylor called such his Morning Prayers.
He is gone now, his body too frail for his Mind to continue on, and I can't ask him much more.
He encouraged me to use a simple form of verse - to go within
peacefulness- a place apart where love
shines with valor strongly lit
as placements of a goddess grove
set to guide only the fit
a place of song, as well as play
strife and pity dwell on a distant hill
not only we, but also you my day
blend into night and stars so still.
strife and pity dwell on a distant hill
not only we, but also you my day
blend into night and stars so still.
o my soul, honor the creator night
wherein I tread most cautiousy, pen
in hand to remember lest I lose my sight
in darkness when i can't pretend
I even see
Where to go
My boat is rocking, going with river flow
I am not steering, giving into motion --
it drives me onward I do not know
how to take the oars before the ocean.
I waken to a gentler day of rest, warmth;
nothing stands out from anyone thing
The only one to prod along new form
is me-- if I decide which stone to fling.
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Night
Night grew scenes as if a garden bloomed
With colour, daunting, sea and ocean tide
Some faces known, but then one stranger loomed
Who seemed to know me on the Other Side
Someone dear was on the telephone
lingering on my voice and I on hers
wondering if I could but pull her home
out of heaven into this space-- I wonder--
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Morning Prayer
March 23,
When I see you in heaven.
I see you in a dream separate
closely with observing eyes
bound to be in retrospect
a friend, but stranger in demise
As we will meet someday apart
from instrument and song
how do we play and start
the orchestra with fire and tongue?
When I see you in heaven.
I see you in a dream separate
closely with observing eyes
bound to be in retrospect
a friend, but stranger in demise
As we will meet someday apart
from instrument and song
how do we play and start
the orchestra with fire and tongue?
morning poem for jean
1.
I saw you in clear dream-light my dead friend gone
you came to me and said hello, how are you
the usual smile, cheerful shy grin
my reply of surprise not far removed
From other times when on earth you called me
Dismay perhaps your reason to connect
even the falling out I could not see
it happening until I faced your death.
11.
there are no light remarks, shy smiles, whimsical calls
it is the way it is, an adage says--
live with each moment because for all
you never know when something gives.
I toss and turn in early hours watching
light that slivers among the bare branches
the waking in dream is a dawning,
growing younger with each wish.
I saw you in clear dream-light my dead friend gone
you came to me and said hello, how are you
the usual smile, cheerful shy grin
my reply of surprise not far removed
From other times when on earth you called me
Dismay perhaps your reason to connect
even the falling out I could not see
it happening until I faced your death.
11.
there are no light remarks, shy smiles, whimsical calls
it is the way it is, an adage says--
live with each moment because for all
you never know when something gives.
I toss and turn in early hours watching
light that slivers among the bare branches
the waking in dream is a dawning,
growing younger with each wish.