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Best Poems Written by Lee Rogers

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There’s an old man sleeping on the bank of a river, and he’s flying his dreams in an indigo sky. If you listen so softly, there’s a chance you’ll remember his words of magic to the old and the wise.
There’s a candle in the window of the widow on the corner, its flame is what’s left of the light in her eyes. If you listen so closely, she sings a sad song of all she has lost in the tears that she cries.

Mist in the hollows and shadows at night, wisps on the water and smoke in the sky. Voices of sirens whisper to the light, and I’m flying on the wind to the Wayside.

There’s a child laughing in hills filled with heather, and she’s calling the names of the stars near the moon. If you watch oh so wisely, you might see her tiptoe into the slipstream and drift away home.
There’s a cobbler mending soles by a hearth, and he’s whistling a tune to the ostler’s wife. If you listen so meekly, you’ll find he’s completely lost in a place for the ostler alone.

Mist in the hollows and shadows at night, wisps on the water and sparks in the sky. Voices of sirens call to the light, and I’m flying on the wind to the Wayside.

I’m dreaming. I’m not. Its real and I’m falling. These hands can’t hold onto shadow and smoke. I’m screaming. Silence. Scions are calling. These memories bow down to a night time of ghosts.

There’s a reaper tending to fields grown fallow, his face etched with sorrow from the sweat of his brow. If you listen so sadly, you’ll hear the earth weeping for the sallow soil at the blade of his plow.
There’s a vendor peddling on streets long gone silent, he doesn’t remember that sleep is about. If you listen so simply you’ll hear the faint flicker of the lamp on the cobbles as his last light goes out.

Mist in the hollows and shadows at night, wisps on the water and fire in the sky. Voices of sirens plea to the light, and I’m flying on the wind to the Wayside.

I’m dying. I’m not. Its real and I’m fleeting. These eyes can’t see through the shroud and the cloak. I’m drifting. Silence. Scions are calling. These memories bow down to a lifetime of ghosts.

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Elora's Song

Elora’s Song

Of all the words that I could write of all your childhood dreams
Of stories filled with wishing wells and pages of moonbeams
I’d write these magic words among the stars over the hills
Once upon a time I loved you, and I always will

Of all the magic I could give you of all the wondrous tales
Of forests filled with unicorns and strewn with dragon scales
I’d summon these few runes and leave them on your casement sill
Once upon a time I loved you, and I always will

You are a fantasy, though the magic that you’ve made for me is spilling out like sand  
When you look up at me, the happy endings seem to be all slipping through my hands   
I can’t hold onto them forever after
The winds of time are blowing them away

Of all the songs that I could sing of love that cannot die
Of kingdoms filled with lavender and castles in the sky
I’d sing to you of a secret place in me your magic fills
Once upon a time I loved you, and I always will

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In the Wee Hours

What succeeds the pain when my soul has suffered all it can?
Why does truth lure like a fire on a far distant shore?
When wisdom cleanses what ignorance soils,
why, in the sweet, sad hours of mourning, do healing tears stain?

Why is my spirit chained for the sins of my soul?
Why is the price of love more than my heart can ever pay?
When whispers become screams and I burn,
who will come and pour themselves on me?

Why does innocence die and guilt live on, lingering?
What can I redeem from so much so cheaply sold?
When the way is fraught with bridges so badly broken,
how do I cross softly from such a fallen world?

Why do youthful dreams still haunt the halls of my slumber?
What is my life’s worth but a pocketful of stones?
When scions are undone and I alone remain,
who will weep for me and who will know my name?

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The Way

The Way

Forever night is soon to come as shadows bend and fall upon the final pages of my life that time has so betrayed

So much left still undone, so little prayed to keep me saved when old and lonely winds come to blow my ashes away

A long-familiar distant bell is calling me to sleep. I scribble prayers on window panes and hope that they will keep godless dreams at bay

The Way has been the only thing I’ve followed day by day,
with one foot on the narrow path and one foot in the grave

No righteous lullaby was heard when I walked a wider road,
where the cross was just a different tree and the Word was just a word

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Whispering

I wish I could write for years and years, scribbled words never turn to tears
But my pen it sighs scribbled sorrows, and my parchment it sings sad songs
And I weep, and I sing and I sigh as I write, carefully putting one word before another, whispering.

I wish I could walk for miles and miles, familiar roads never lose the way
But my path it strays wayward, and the verge full of thorns
And I stumble and I bleed and I tarry as I walk, carelessly putting one foot before another, whispering.

Such a very long way to there, where I’m going
Heart on my sleeve and hat in my hand
So many wise words unspoken, not knowing
Stones in my pocket and dreams in the wind

I wish I could fly up to the stars, mended wings never let you down
But my screams they shatter the heavens, and my doubts they hide the sky
And I reach and I fail and I sigh as I fall, hopelessly putting one prayer before another, whispering

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Elemental Child

While you were sleeping, the wind called your name, elemental child, your eyes give you away. Will you sing of sweet, sad things? Do you know what forever means? Do you dream?

While you were dreaming, stars fell from your eyes, elemental child, between the world and the sky. Will you touch a heart of stone? Can you see beyond the storm, you alone?

You’ve been sleeping and dreaming, so the Seas of Ever say. Though the last bells are tolling, and the mists have come to stay, it’s only a dream.

While you were alone, the earth began to cry, elemental child, keeper of the wise.  Will you whisper secret words of life? Will you keep them far beyond the fire, until time? 

You’ve been crying and whispering, so the Songs of Ever say.  Though the last bells are tolling, and the mists have come to stay, it’s only a whisper

Best Poems Written by Lee Rogers

Ashes To Dust

The Wind To the Wayside

Elora's Song

In the Wee Hours

The Way

Whispering

Elemental Child