Fleetings are too faint,
too few, and so far between.
Fleeting is a butterfly
alighted with folded wings.
The glimpse of love
a flimsy kiss on cheek brings.
Dewdrops left on leaves
by early morning mist.
Echoes faint and feeble
that callers often missed.
The glint of sunbeams
quivering on a rippled lake.
The sunrise briefly peaking
through clouds at day-break.
The flit of candle flames
brushed by secret hushed remarks,
whispered quietly,
to quell the spell of tell-tale larks.
Fleetings are footnotes,
too often skipped,
when skip-reading, from your scripts!
It Alway Goes Unnoticed
The Wind
The Wings
The Whys
It Takes Its Toll in Fleetings
The Sins
The Flings
The Try’s
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It Always Goes Unnoticed
The Cost
The Calm
The Clear
It Takes It’s Time in Tokens
The Dross
The Alms
The Fears
It Always Goes Unnoticed
Yet with The Wind
The Way
It Always Goes Unnoticed
Yet with Wings
We Say
“ It Always Goes Unnoticed”
Yet Not With
Questions Why
It takes Its Toll Unless
We Hold
The Wind
The Wings
To Try
Now comes the wind,
stealth like creeper whispering
venting in the shadowy image of the trees.
A calm soft breeze easing in at first,
a sojourner on the bland gray skies,
dim lit end of winter's call, marching winds.
Rising high up in the atmosphere
dropping down as if a bird of prey
eyeing some tantalizing delights.
Breathless mistral bora chilling the air
swooping in unsuspected xlook
tantalizing the coastal seas to rise;
Breathe, taking in a sirocco
as it slips and slides north and east
riding zephyr upon the ocean currents.
To land across the distant horizon
snaking, weaving, twisting along the foamy waves
to touch the earth, twirl it up, down prairie mountain forests.
Now comes the wind
unseen figure spread wide and thin
catabatic current fleetings, scouring the earth.
Pretty simple-minded girls are a funny breed.
They say that slippery boys take them for sport
While it’s them that chase the fleetings of greed;
They evade being hurt while it’s their goal to hurt.
The wise chap once hurt must ever stay alert
And dodge the inane schemes of such sly lasses;
He must be wary of the cheeky ladies who pervert
The very rare bonds of love they claim to seek.
If only there was a wizard
like Dorthy payed a visit.
If only for our wishing.
A far off land exquisite.
An emerald palace standing.
A place for all to come.
Along a yellow brick road
followed down by some.
A path into a city
where all the dreamers go.
A million tiny munchkins
surrounding you for show.
An Oz home to a wizard.
A great and powerful Oz.
A man to answer questions.
Dreams worthy of their cause.
A place where witches bicker
and evil's fought with water.
Where broomsticks are for flying
and monkeys for the slaughter.
A good witch keeping secrets.
Her wand for waving greetings.
And knowing ruby slippers
means home and not for fleetings.
WHY IS THE SHADOW OF MY SEARCH HINDERED SO .
MY FLEETINGS LIFES SUM,NOW FADES TO DISTANCE.
WHERE ARE THE LAUGHTERS OF SCHOOL HOOD CHUMS.
OF FAMILY REUNIONS AND BIRTHS AWAITED IN DULDRUMS.
WHY ARE YOU RUNNING FROM ME AS TO ROB ME SO.
MY PRESENT NOW PAST BUT ONWARD I GO.
I LOOK FOR YOU IN FAMILIAR CHILD HOOD HOMES.
OF FACES SO APPEASING IT DELIGHTS TO COMFORT A SOUL.
SO DEEP THE HURT OF TIMES SO DEAR FOR JUST ONE MORE CHANCE .
BUT COMES THE VOICE OF ONE SO GREATER THAN I .
BE THANKFUL FOR WHAT IS AND NOT WAS.
LIFE IS BUT A VAPOUR HERE TODAY AND THEN NOT.
OF VICTORIES WON AND BATTLES FOUGHT.
BUT NOW I PRESS EVER FORWARD TOWARD THE CALL.
HIS HAND STILL GIUDES ME TO KEEP ME FROM THE FALL.
OF ALL WHO ARE AROUND ME AND ALL THERE IS TO DO.
HELP ME TO REMEMBER I OWE IT ALL TO YOU.