there was no sunrise

in another empty bed,  there i was, wrapped up warmly in desolation –

full of empty memories seducing the knocking pain of a tomorrow that’ll never be!,

oh!, in a suffocating blanket, there i lie.

still dancing,  she’s always there,  in my mind,  in the words i write.

the loss of sleep was always made up by the entertaining of ideas of a her and i

but as time came around, i was the only fool,  dejection drips on the floor below.

*

my feet planted firmly in each step i take,  one after the other

quietly,  softly,  closer i come where the now becomes the point of no return

the chair i set,  the rope i toss over

the dawns light still darkened in the early morning sky,

stars cascade and sparkles,

everything falls.

everything falls.

set the loop, tie the knots.  there was no sunrise

end table light glows as my head jumped through the loop,  and there i stand.

with a racing heart,  the chair falls from underneath

with a crack of ones neck, there i am – left swinging up in the air

but as time came around,  i was the only fool,  dejection drips on the floor below

*

in another empty bed,  there i was,  wrapped up warmly in desolation –

full of empty memories seducing the knocking pain of a tomorrow that will never be!,

oh!, in a suffocating blanket, there i lie.

still dancing,  she’s always there – in my mind,  in the words i write

the loss of sleep was always made up by the entertaining of ideas of a her and i

but as time came around, i was the only fool,  dejection drips on the floor below.

*

everything falls,

everything falls.

 

c. 2014 bgw

summer tree

 

summer tree,  leaves of green

i walk on the trails beneath,  in your shade.

i pass by, and in the blink of an eye

summer tree, your leaves are in a changing colour

red,  yellow on orange,  brown as they sit on the ground.

the brisk winds blow and shakes your coat of colour bare.

summer tree,  i must let you be,  autumn tree

under the bare branches i stroll quickly.

as i turn my coat collar up,  i hear the silent sounds of snowfall!

winter tree, i hear your whispering be!,  winter tree,

the snow falls and collects by your feet,  this is your ground.

the crunch of a white blanket under my boots,  into puddles i find

winter tree!,  good-bye to thee!  in a spring tree we are all awakened!

out of a hibernation,  you wake with a new beginning

a sunrise warms your leafing blooms

spring tree!  thawed from a frozen daze, oh!  spring tree!

your flowering creation in your fragrance – in a stroll i stop.

cascading waters of a creek underneath your height,  i  breathe it all in !

oh spring time tree!,  leaves of green!  give me your shade once again!  summer tree,

summer tree,  leaves of green

i walk on the trails beneath in your shade

and as i pass by,  in the blink of an eye,  we meet as i see!

summer tree,  leaves of green

i walk on the trails beneath in your shade

i pass by, as quickly you welcomed,  we said good-bye again,

summer tree!  leaves of green,  once again where you and i become we  –

all in a seasonal sonata we danced away!

 

 

c. 2014 bgw

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

in the autumn sunrise

 

the morning sun woke up the day

and there we lie,  awake in each others arms.

as the bright light of a soft glow sun rises,

a gentle passion of the love making  made alarms –

the soft feeling of the cotton sheets covers stirring flesh.

as the memory of what was,

was playing out in front of me like some motion picture reality

*

i woke up to a mourning sun.

the tears from high noon,

fell onto the face on the moon.

though all was wiped away by the stars,

the eluded warmth was,

and now cloaks itself  in a nightmare sonata –

i woke up to a mourning sun

*

the morning sun woke up the day

and there i lie,  turned towards where you once were.

the shoulder where you rested your head,  is now bear and cold.

the place where a laugh filled the room,  now sits in a buzzing silence.

to the window i stand and stare,

watching the autumn leaves of red and brown fall in slow motion,

to the ground they tumble.

 

 

 

c.2014 bgw