Untitled VII

The vivid dreams

that were once my

realism

now lay stark

in the

threshold of time;

Collecting dust at foot

of attics door.

written in 1979 from  "Echoes From the Belltower"

Reflections #1

A placid sunset over

architectural feats,

arched bridges;

people

walking briskly with social grace

towards destinations unknown……

Jets

racing towards the clouds

.........reflections...........

from rooftop seats

overlooking the muddy Charles.

Return

Twenty years

of quiet travel transcended by

blowing winds traversing through poignant canyons

as short tidbits have been telegraphed to a wayward star.

Forgotten is your flowing hair

like the distant sunset in the West.

Echoes of laughter, arguments

cloaked in naive

love.

Years asleep, I revisited our familiar meeting place

and

as assent prevailed, bright light was slowly overcome by

darkness,

I heard again,

the Echoes from the Belltower.

Warm Tide

As challenges become crises and

crises conquests,

the dim dusk light

glows over the coals that once

kept both mind and matter warm.

A lonely sandpiper sweeps

the incoming and outgoing seas of

age.

The oceans of comfort, control and condition

are now the floodtides of emotion,

and consolation.

written sometime in 1979

from "Echoes From the Belltower"

Hitchhiker

Let lonely hearts

ride down a snowflake,

touching the wires of

change.

An open hearth

bellowing wonderful white smoke

in the air with

messages of love;

hitching a ride with

the wind

and roaming the states where

they meet on a common

and melt together in the summer sun.

from "Echoes From the Belltower" - 1977

written in 1982

Sister Lost

A daydream,

faster than mornings first light beam.

I

lost my sister at birth's hand,

a

long awaited, lonely

monastic love.

Return

Twenty years

of dust transcended by

winds traversing through poignant canyons

as tidbits have been telegraphed to a wayward star.

Forgotten is your flowing hair

like the distant sunset to the West.

Faint laughter, arguments

cloaked in naive

love.

Years asleep, I revisited our familiar meeting place.

Bright light was slowly overcome by

darkness,

I heard again,

the echoes from the belltower.

written sometime in 1977