"Faerie Dance..."

I've seen the Faerie dance
  by candlelight's flicker.
Gossamer wisps of shadow's flight
  moving soundlessly this night.
Hither and yon - softly aglow
  to music I might never know.

Voice just naturally hushed,
  breath held tight -
so as not to disturb
  nor halt the step
    of gentle thought -
      the Faerie's flight.

Around and round and around still more
  rising lightly, falling sure -
    only to slow til a single sight.
A gentle fragment - yet unbroken light,
  the following eyes mistfully adore
    touched by the touching -
      full with the nothing,
the mind adrift in soft pixie glow.

The show but a moment's reverie,
  a simple lifetime's eternity -
knowing it never was, nor were, nor will...
  still - I saw the Faerie dance.

Chris

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Soft and sweet
a stupid silly beat
a 'vanilla' crossing
and then...
and
THEN...

The world paused
and LIFE began

"Cry me a river..."

Let those teardrops fall
and wash all my dark away.

The mood - fire and n'ice
- the night HEAT burning,
a fever forming
driplets of sweat
keeping time
to the rising Sax
and rasping tones

Floating and flowing
following the ups -
cloud high,
til diving for the downs
feeling the air passing
falling
sinking farther and further
each beat
reaching
reaching so far within
the sound
sounds
finding each measure
each treasure
each moment
and knowing
the rise is there
beckoning
taking me away
then back
over and over still -
til the dawn.

"Bring IT" -
more
MORE
YES that's IT
right there
now hold
HOLD IT - don't let it go
keep me
here
hold me here
fill the wings
let the echoes carry...
sweet
SWEET music.

Chris

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Can I pause within your dreams and gently nibble your fingertips?
Perhaps leave butterfly kisses in soft yet gentle places...

"Beyond The Moonlight..."

Would you melt to an intent
and perhaps rise as the thermal grew...

I could soooooo
softly
just... touch...
you.

Chris

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"Under The Mistletoe..."

Day-dreams, and nightdreams -
soft wishes and remembered kisses,
moments held tenderly so deep inside.

I looked in your eyes
and saw my stars.
Each time I touched your hand
I understood what love is...

Now I gaze through silent eves
touch a picture here and there
and let solitary tears fall as they will.

I wish...
I wish I may - wish I might...
at all the stars in the skies tonight
just a single
one single - more
kiss... goodnight.

Chris

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"A Reflection2..."

I don't take myself
too seriously
for others might just start to...
and a straightjacket
has this way of binding
just under the arms -
don't ya know...

Chris

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"A Reflection..."

Is it that people lie to us
or that we lie to ourselves
in a conscious effort
to fit in
with what we think we value
til we learn
what it IS we value
and what is dust
to be swept aside.

There are mirrors
everywhere
and some show
what we WANT to see
while others -
though not many,
actually reflect
what is
looking in.

Chris

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"A Monday's Pause..."

So many will never know whom I was...

And yet we shared the sun
and the night
and dreams - so very many
soft
dreams...

We walked our paths
as only we could
and found - our meaning.

Chris

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"In Defense Of Snail Mail..."

Winter's rain has faded
again
from morning's memory
and eves delight -
leaving...
Tincture of essence sky
 as even Canadian Geese float by
on their ways
to places -
I won't go anymore
...and know it.

Echoes of hope:

Cars rising and sounding -
our 'whales' swimming the concrete-flavored asphalt
on their way, always on THEIR way
WAY
to wherever cars actually go...

and people -
looking though eyes are closed
listening but not hearing
speaking but not talking...

People passing
and passed
everyday

My silent tears flowing to mark their 'ways'
...to have been
but not BE
is many a lifetimes' weakness
and a sad commentary.

Yesterday time had a capitol 'T'
and MEANING
and GUTS.
It took effort
to reach OUT
beyond your fingertips
beyond any 'comfort zone'
beyond a real - horizon.

Yesterday took THOUGHT
and caring
and real giving of YOURSELF
and holds scraps of evidence of YOU
to mark the passing.

You and I
would await -
await while breathing softly
or hardly,
quietly or
hope-fully wishing beyond the nows
to tomorrows possibiles
and the taste of dreams.

...and today

I shape the light;
bend it,
form it,
position it,
TOUCH it -
but...
I can't hold it
can't FEEL
it -
or it's lips
or even fingertips
so softly in mine...
and the LIGHT is but a DARKNESS away.

Chris

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"A Beginning..."

Whispers and echoes
moving and moving
looking
looking
pause ~ take a breath...

Perhaps 'tis evening - your time
and yet it IS morning - my time
and still the world has it's time -
and we shared moments... moments...
and found a smile within.

Chris

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