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Crosses

Crosses stand in silent rows
Stretching across sun-drenched fields.
White faces reflecting sun’s morning bright
And shadow moon’s quiet light.
Thousands rest in peace
Their lives given for peace.

No more guns
No more whistling shells
No more shouts of fear
No more thundering sounds
No more flying bullets 
No more cries of pain

Only peace
Is here now

And the silent shout to 
War no more

Love . . . 
That is the answer

Only love

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A Dew Drop

Consider the blade of grass
A single dew drop slowly
Tracking toward the root

The dew drop
A sign of promise 
Of life-giving sustenance
The food of rebirth

A gift  from the heavens
and  an outward sign of
promise of truth and goodness.

Watch the rainbow 
glint its colors as the 
sun shines through its
crystal water

Again the promise
of new life
of redemption

The waters of life
Rebaptizing the earth
and all Her living things
Giving life and sustenance.

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And When the Snows of Winter Came

And when the snows of winter came
When the birds had flown away
In the middle of a long lonely night
Her memory came to him.

Her smile, her eyes, the way her
Mouth turned up  just that way
And it felt as though her soft hands
Caressed his cheek.

Outside winds howled down
The lonely streets and alleys
Blowing snowflakes recklessly into
A coverlet of white.

The fire slowly turned logs
Into glowing embers 
Casting slow dancing shadows against 
Silent walls as

Once again, she was his music
She was his song
And her music played softly
Soothing  his soul.

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Nemo

He sat on the park bench
        The weight of ages
        Settled about his shoulders.
        Long dirty fingernails peeked
        From torn cotton gloves.
        A thin sweater, ripped and tattered,
        Barely provided protection,
        Battered shoes
        Their usefulness outlasted.
        But his eyes,
        Deep piercing blue
        Stared off seeing 
        A distant past.

        Every once in a while, he nodded
        As though agreeing
        With some unseen companion.
        On the bench close by
        A well worn book of verse,
        Passages meticulously marked,
        Marginal notes
        Painstakingly written in a
        Neat and cultured hand.

        Noticing me,
        He moved, retrieved
        His book; reverently closed it.
        Then gently, almost tenderly,
        Placed it in his coat pocket.

        Rising slowly and with pain,
        Glancing neither right nor left
        He shuffled off,
        With a certain pride,
        The gait of a man
        Once used to power and respect.
        A man who somehow,
        Had become flotsam in the
        Backwaters of life

        And I wept.

        © 1998 Eugene R. Mariani

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We'Ve Never Spoken of Love

We’ve never spoken of love
We’ve talked of music and song
Of right and wrong
But never of love.

We’ve discussed friendship 
And the meaning of trust
Just as seekers  must
But never of  kinship

Yet without any plan on my part
Your soul seems intertwined with mine
And it feels that part of me is missing
As life draws us apart

Perhaps some day
When you’re just a breath away
Or sleeping gently in my dreams
My soul will declare to your soul

I love you.

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Like Slow Water

He sat there in the dark corner of the bar
Alone and lost in his thoughts
Surrounded by the smell of stale alcohol and regret.

Drink had become a bottomless crystal that allowed him
to look down the endless corridors of his mind
And listen to echos of memories trapped forever
Within his soul.

He remembered nights when twilight crept silently
Over the world like a cheetah seeking its prey
And love came caressing his cheek like the nuzzle
of a gentle lamb.

She was his music
But he did not hear
She was honey
But he did not taste.
She was life
And he let it slip away.

Now days seemed to fly as
Swiftly as the eagle 
Seeking its nest 
At sundown.

And there he sits night after night
Alone and lost in his dream
Of falling into her
Like slow water.....

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Roses and Ice Cream

Roses and Ice Cream

He would bring her roses and ice cream
And on warm summer nights they sat huddled
Closely, watching  silent stars slowly advance
Toward morning and waiting to hear the morning bird.

Years quickly faded into the great unknown
As days flew by and the things of life went on.
But love grew melding their spirits into one...

One heart
One mind
One life.

There came a day the angels came
To take her home ...
Freed from the pain
And confusion that had dogged her every moment.
Peace embraced her and she willingly accepted its gift.

Now he thinks of roses and ice cream
And watches silent stars slowly wheeling toward dawn.
The matins bird greets him as he 
Starts yet another day filled with memories

And longing.