Your Empty Eyes
Oh my
sweet sad and lonely lady my
dreams are filled with your loving face
haunted with your swollen green eyes their
hollow emptiness fills my aching space with a
sorrow that I’ve never known tho clear bright
and shiny I saw greenish oceans through
my own blue sea of grief pouring out
desperation in rivers of silent
communicating
washed
up on
our island souls
sequestering so much effort
screening pains and vulnerability hidden in
shelves of lost refrain while below shoppers windows
waning lights reflecting piercing eyes upon starry nights hidden
in attics concealed in volumes of trebled clefs where after rhymes
concealing myself ran through faery’s antiquity tales of awkward
thyme hoping to find such occasion back to my mind I found
I used too much thyme crying memorized so many lines
the analyzing inked in written sighs spent most of
my time trestled over days I’d forgotten
beauteous flower... so precious
these loving times
ours.
* * *
Cold Winds
I heard a
whining storm a combing
& cold winds whispered swallow down
your tears and why shouldn’t I live alone
in this hardened way toning my latter years
where hearts never cared for the brushing or
kissing and the falling of a tear I feel the
crest and it’s a sad one and I
know a higher
one’s in
control
and more
concerned with
workers than their fears
who molest working concepts
on the simple all trapped and
drenched in wetted tears.
* * *
Where
Where
are the songs of spring you
remember how they have gone but think
not of them I know how you feel their music
too while barred clouds bloom into soft dying
daz and touch the subtle plains with their
foggy rosy hued ways ‘twas then a
wailful choir of fireflies
mourned amongst
the river
shallows
bourn aloof
or sinking as the light
wind drives or dies and full grown
lambs brazen bleat from hilly bourn
hedge as crickets sing along with the
treble soft red breasted whistles
from a garden croft while
gathering morning
swallows
twitter
around
October's
skies can any
know of all who cry.
* * *
Cemeteries Of Incomplete Lives
We stopped at a
cemetery and I softly wondered parting
the grass with pondering fingers somersaulting lives
etched in stone lines of granite or marble blazing with hot
tears of years gone by a fifteen year old girl who's
granite spirit cries without a name only
“remember me”.
Crying
hidden tears in shifts to
each other’s secret heart over those
we have never known ‘twas as we could
hear the graves calling eerie sounds of singing
shadow snipers chanting in harmonies alluring yet
howbeit they’ve no speech or sound quilted designs
of genealogy dancing blankets love past memories
etched in lines but I hear something I’m drawn
to longing to reach out and pull them back
to the concert but alas the dimension
has consorted them to a dance
ever in sleepy hollow.
Under foot
rock and sand our imaginations
ever shift engaging in their own echoing
perception dancing a side ways mystique like a
crab in Cancer with radiance of moonlight in its every
steps arrival with integrity as if some ordained communion
while the seas white veils of velouring foam floats around our
invisioning's is all in afternoon sun’s burn going... growing old
cold... older... colder... growing silent like some curtains I’d seen
hanging askew in a ghost town deserted shake window slowly
fraying... failing... falling to the ground in wind strung pieces
while the fall moon flushes its contempt and hangs early
on a low horizon of one more lonely long autumn
sky as if to be howling shouting through the
night with a declaration of some whole
sale clearance sale item ghostly
left on dusty shelves.
Shadows scurried while hiding
quickly between the flashing of headlights coupled
together with soft window lights moving silhouettes alive and
alluring the skies an empty desert with tenement windows blazing
lustful tear stained strands of groans sighing at its losing improvisions
while the earth spits up a coughing grief with unheard sounds wailing
displeasure in a maze of tones never touched but woven intricately in
harmony dressed in silky dusty uniforms waiting for the gathering
waiting the coming Saviors trumpet call while slowly dragging
their gravedom heels deep... deep... deeper... their eyes are
lightless skies as a cellar without any windows their
once perfumed bodies are now like multitudes
of disordered apron scents their leather
soaked shoes are dried cracked
sepulchers longing warm
stockinged feet.
An inquiry from
the seminary lobby that had been
flanked with fake ferns and was once a refuge
from elemental tears that dripped quietly from green
poplar leaves left us questionable Jack-in-the-pulpit was
ripe hilariously lampooned heavy heart cold eyes short
sullen lines smothered in drenching pigeon dung
and a long face of tethered brazen lime.
An ultimate example of
high spiritual supremacy with ultimately
high intellectual worth not to be excelled and clearly not
to be questioned inspiring awe with an ins-pirating aura that left an
unkind stench for any following very very impressive and not only that
but coupled with and characterized by a noble majestic haughty over
bearing archaic lofty appearance with his one good foot dressed
in holey socks and an autumn allergy which left
him combing a real coffin.
Needless to say it left us
little to speak of the girl remains a
mystery however this fellow was much more a
mystery to us than she could ever have been or that we
possibly could’ve ever expected we slipped out in a lash in a
twinkle of an eye dashing right through the same door we entered
which just happened to be right about the time he began babbling
a chant in a foreign tongue and gesticulating at a nearby idol I
didn’t know nor did I want to know if the idol was going
to come down and haunt us or seek some kind of
revenge for our asking but we weren't
sticking around to find out.
* * *
Combing Winds
Our cultivated
garden quivered amongst
the dead flowers and grass while
cold chills and summers dying heat
fought with our mystique tall firs
branched overhead I glimpsed
through our steamy
bedroom windows
sliding glass door
through a sapphired
sky feeling safe inside from
the winters cool gloom warm feet
tucked snug in soft lamb skin slipper moccasins
while the morning sun passed behind heavy gray skies
clouds coercing the firs prancing arms as rains suddenly
beat the fences around falling fled to flooding rivers as
the gardens little living ran away wind chimes
yelled wild flung tidings whirling
round yet it’s nice though
we abide you and
I safe and
warm.
* * *
Shades Of Gray
If I could stain this page it would
be a charcoal gray and it’s blemish would hide
my dawns squalid past it would cover the stage of
broken dreams and things felt were surely meant
to pass thought thoughts on shades of gray
which always clouded daz and by no
means ever flew away
to soon but poised
betwixt a darkened
phaze laid midst a nexus
just a toasted dusty lyric stashed
away on haggard shelves half frozen left
behind on sloped windswept prospects where
thymes and drafts reached to touch the longing
sky O yes well beyond the range of tomorrow
where poets are sure to die no one ever
cared for truth nor innocent eyes
tears of youth or even
wasted years
left behind
only the
faded
slow
from a
shameless
life and to jot
another truly
shrouded
line
jaded
* * *
How I’ve longed
for the ever
cooling moist waters while my emotional
fire raged even higher and O how I longed for
the oceans spray as I aged even onward only to
cry a ‘lil bit longer surely I must die near the
ocean as it ever swells rolling tides e’er a
way well beyond my day’s bury me
not with the tireless wind
wept motion of dry
tumbleweeds
lonely
songs
on a solitary
prairie in the day...
but leave me in night
time do not waste
the day.
* * *
Faery....................................................................................................tales
It..................................................................................seems
wherever...............................................................I go
people come......................................into my life
and.................................................................go
touching where........................I can feel it
then leaving....................only a memory
like the faery tales............of childhood
and I wasn't..................really finished
knowing all..........................them yet
how do................................you know
when your seeing................them last
how can..................................you stop
gather all around....................keep those
you’ve.......................................ever known
ever..................................................found and
how exactly...........................................do you keep
faery’s with....................................................all their tales
from losing..............................................................their magic..?
well sheesh.............................................. come anyway..!
brush against............................................my walls
and do...........................................please stay
long enough..................................for us to
know.......................................each other
even though.............................you know
well have to.......................sometime part
and we.....................................knowing both
the longer...........................................you stay
the more.............................................I’ll want you
back.......................................................................again
when your..............................................................gone away
but do............................................................................come anyway
faery tales...................................................and faery magic
are the.............................happiest stories I know
and such........................................great lives
are made up..........of so little chapters
but faery...................magic can last
for.........................................ever.
* * *
the softness in
your eyes
the beauty you find in
me the way you stare into my soul
and know I’m all you’ll ever need a
rose petal whose become the soul
of my vision the past slips
away the mistakes
float out
somewhere
beyond recognition in
all this heart and soul lost to
the breathlessness of your kiss
we knew too the places where
hearts had been so fragile
too heavy to hold
and missing
wanting so
for each other
to reach out and take
them but we never knew it would
ever feel a thing like this yet we watch
silently an outside world our window
fades away lost in our heartbeats
and the sweet misty
silence that
surrounds
every night
our bodies meet every
move made every breath taken
every tear that's ever fallen & taking
every single mistake which stopped
our hearts and while yet falling
we... still caught each
other.
* * *
Her Silhouette
what kind of escapade
had been playing through those ocean
green eyes of yours on so many years ago along
with that innocent smile which captured my heart
like some dawning of fresh spun silk draped on
the morning dews topped with the hair
of autumns gold oh such
quality displayed
and the
spicy
noxema
way you so
carefully applied
each day & such greenish
eyes swimming caressing soft on
ocean sheath oh the silhouette
your loves engraved
within.
* * *
Dale Wayne VanSickle
Gwaltney
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