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Fickle Lover

The remorseful ocean murmured her regrets
                                                    For the fierce tantrum
                                            She had thrown the night before.
                                                She unfolds her pleated skirt
                                                           Along the shore
                                                      And whispers,“Come.”

                                                   She has seduced me before
                                                         And is trying again.
                                                         Her tide’s long arms
                                                 Wrap lovingly around the rocks
                                                        And lavish wet kisses
                                                        On their craggy faces.

                                                        I hold her in my heart
                                                         And dance with joy
                                                     On the sun-drenched sand.
                                                         She is a fickle lover
                                                   Who ever toys with my heart
                                                              And draws me
                                                       Down to the sea again.

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At the Airport


She left him for awhile
And it seemed alright.

. . . Until . . .

The sound
And touch of her
Was gone.

He failed to sleep
And the hunger disappeared.

He could not feel the soft caresses
Of places only God can see.
And emptiness,
Like soft shadows,
Moved within his soul.

. . . Then, he knew . . .

His love was gone.

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Your Waiter


With kind eyes
And gentle soul,
You brought
Flowers,
Soft words,
And sweet touches . . .
To my table.

You filled my empty heart
And hungry spirit.
You brightened
My drab and lonely world.
You touched 
The hurting places . . . 
At my table.

. . . Now . . 

With sad eyes
And silent words, 
You come to me.

My friend,
I’m filled and strong,
Let me,
Your waiter be.

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Old Ship


I feel like an old ship
Anchored in the bay,
Too old and slow
To battle storms
Or haul the freight
That pays the way.

I’ve had my turns
On stormy seas
And danced on waves
That threatened me.

I’ve spent my time
On misty isles
And slept with strangers 
In lonely ports.

I’ve heard the songs
That nature sings
And drunk the wine
Of slower times.

. . . Now . . .

The journey’s over
The mellow, harbor lights
Of yesterday
Are gone.

I’m anchored in the bay
And people come to see
This old ship
Whose memories hang,
Like shrouds of rope,
Down from the mast.

And, younger ships have come
To take my place upon the sea.


Written while visiting the ship, "Star of India," in San Diego

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Open Door


You left an open door,
And a stranger wandered in;
She straightened out
The cluttered rooms
And mended broken things.

She wiped away the dust
And stains from many tears;
She brought flowers, soft music
And candles for light.

. . . And . . .

I closed the door.

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She Was Special


She was special
For such a long, long time . . .
I knew her ways,
Her hidden thoughts.

She left me no surprises
. . . Until . . .
She was gone.

It was my love for her.
I missed . . .
The touch of hand and soul,
The sleeping - and the waking,
The laughing - and the crying,

. . . But, most of all . . .

I missed the quiet times
When soul touched soul
And eyes spoke
Quietly and softly,
Until the heart of love was filled, 
And spilled in tears,
Like gentle rain.

The message of love was there
Without the noise of words.
And the touching of our hands
 . . . Revealed . . 
The fullness of our love.









Reve

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When I'M Alone

When I’m alone
          And thoughts of you
Steal softly ‘cross 
          The paths my mind has taken,
I close my eyes,
          And, silently,
I drink the fragrance
          Of your presence.

When I’m alone,
          The songs I sing         
                         Belong to you;
The flowers I pick
          Make your bouquet;
The castle I build
          Is for your dwelling;
The jewels I find
          Are for your adorning.

Should you never come to me,
When I’m alone
          The songs I sing
                    Will all be sad songs;
And, wilted flowers
           Will line the path 
                    To an empty house;
The jewels I find
          Will lie like stones
                    That children throw.

So, come,
Hold my hand
          And walk with me.
Blend your thoughts with mine.

Let our souls become as one
          In the empty hours . . . 
                    When I’m alone.

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Mi Amiga


I walked with you
For just one mile today.
I felt the joy
Of reaching out
And the touching
Of our hands.
I heard a sweet song
In every word you spoke,
And clearly understood
The message of your heart.

When I walked with you
I never saw the hills we climbed,
Or felt the many rocks
Beneath my tired feet.
Your awesome burden
Seemed so light
When added unto mine.

I only saw the flowers
Reflected in your eyes
And felt the velvet
Of your touch
While pleasure soon became
The destination of my path .

. . . Now . . .

Our walk has ended;
The empty path seems wide,
The weeds, the dust, and rocks
Crowd every step I take.


. . . Until . . .

I think of you
And the mile we walked today.

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Emptiness



The sun did not rise
With me this morning.

The cold, grey mist
Was there . . .
Chilling all the places
We had been
The night before.

I could not see
The paths we’d walked
Or places where We’d stopped.

I only felt
The cold mist’s arms
About my soul

. . . And . . .

Emptiness

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We Met


I met you just today,
At an unexpected time,
And we talked.

I shared with you today,
Sweet memories of joy,
And we laughed.

I walked with you today,
On crowded streets,
And we rested.

I wined with you today,
Dark eyes across the table,
And we touched.

I left you just today,
‘Twas the sweetest farewell,
And we parted.

I remembered you today,
Soft eyes in the sunset,
And I cried.