moonlit poem

….when the waves crash ashore,

as the sun sets silently underground;

her voice sung in moonlight glow!

her soul bright as the stars

shone in awe

and sunk somewhere between my heart and mind.

when the waves crash ashore

as the sun sets silently underground

part of me dies in the sun setting

and yet born again within the mornings glory.

architect of words

i build upon the foundation

of her structure; i dwell!

when the waves crash ashore,

as the sun sets silently underground;

her voice sung in moonlight glow!

her soul bright as the stars

shone in awe

and drowns

somewhere between my heart and mind…..

c. 2016 bgw

beautiful haunting

the train slowed to a stop.

the whistle blew through the tears

as her soft lips left his.

his means couldn’t drive through,

so he erased the heartbreak.

in the wooded mountain tops

the silence spoke

and comforted all to that was.

but in all,  in the end

no one was ever gonna love him

like she did.

while the words were full of her,

his soul remained empty;

empty of what if’s

and echoing knockings of made up scenarios.

the train slowed to a stop;

the whistle blew through the tears

as her soft lips left his.

his means couldn’t drive through,

so he erased the heartbreak

breaking hers instead.

there on the floor

laid broken pieces of both heart and tears

and a hope of that

that could have been!

he sought and fought

while she found hope in a thought

and yet there on the floor

laid broken pieces of both of their heart and tears.

the train slowed to a stop.

the whistle blew through the tears

as her soft lips left his.

his means couldn’t drive through,

so he erased the heartbreak.

c.2016  bgw

where we start all over again (could it be)

the fire burns

in a fireplace glow.

words echo

in endless engravings.

a heart that beats deep

seeks more for within yours;

i set out to discover!

in the doorway

i found her in you

and you in her!

reflections of a diamond afternoon

reflects in my memory.

can i start all over again?

a past full of thorns

swallowing it all whole

can we start it all over again?

Christmas Eve danced

and New Years bargained

can we start all over again?

the fire burns

in a fireplace glow.

words echo

in endless engravings.

a heart that beats deep

seeks more for within yours

 

 

c.  2016  bgw

i’m not falling asleep

i’m not falling asleep;

the freight train passes through

slumbered harvested fields.

a distant gate lowers as the whistle blows.

blinking lights blinds flashes,

and i am not falling asleep.

London sirens sounded

as the last kiss grounded.

closed eyed years that pass

i found you there;

and now in the missing i hope for you.

boarders call out such

and found me without.

i had it all in a hush

and yet eventually left me without much

I’m not falling asleep;

day dreaming where everyone’s got something.

interstate miles date;

and sink within all your jet sets,

lights, camera, action to all skyscraper lifts

once where i was typing through blank pages

where i read through rough copies;

through all fictional capers

there somewhere did it all live once

in true heart beating,

i set my eyes on you

but i am not falling asleep

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where the memory stings somewhere between you and me

between the thin glass,

candlelight flickers

and monstrous dreams seep between red wine sips.

reminiscing through kept images of a popped up memory,

songs dance with a deep emotion in the present.

the warmth of the Christmas dressed fireplace,

the crackling fire spews and pops sparks;

a memory walked into the neighborhood

and found a cul-de-sac roundabout of a snow covered past.

memories drove around

and made tracks in the snow.

my eyes trace the falling flakes

from the softly gently frosting window viewed.

the Canadian highway ran through my mind

as the heartland’s frost falls heavy on the silo’s hibernation.

guilt and honesty

never knew each other well

but i found myself between the two.

honesty drank until the guilt awoke;

guilt was blind when honesty never showed.

:kisses rose in the sunlight:

and haunted my soul under a polarized moon.

 ice crystals fall

and drips itself over the icicles hanging a distant memory.

somewhere between you and me

self-inflicted pain

took off in an unmanned plane;

somewhere between you and me.

between the thin glass,

candlelight flickers

and monstrous illusions seep between red wine sips.

reminiscing through kept images of a popped up memories

somewhere between you and me

c.2016  bgw

november’s song

under a star filled midnight sky

a cold autumn night sits

and stares in the middle of a late named harvest.

the silence blares

as the moon screams brightly glares;

//

the loud news of the world

soaks into the skyscrapers above;

but here, in the late October fields

the world still turns but the pollution fades away,

never mind what the screen says!

printed words in a book warms

as the chilled flakes of snow fall slowly

upon an unspoken ground the cold blanket covers.

//

she says she feels better in my arms,

i hold her tight the pain fades away.

the morning sun was delayed

while the silence of the morning frost covered.

death is a hard act to follow!

i laid there as she slept,

falling for her soul once again.

still in her last breath, dreams were built

and filled in canyon grooves.

//

thoughts are like leaves of autumn that dangle

and fall like sand in an hour-glass.

a poor man’s blood

splattered and smeared over the ground

lays there dying

as his pockets get picked.

a red wine toast to a bon voyage

setting sail to another ship!

simplicity lives

all with deep complicity;

hand in hand

ocean waves kiss the land!

//

under a star filled midnight sky

a cold autumn night sits

and stares in the middle of a late named harvest.

the silence blares

as the moon screams brightly glares

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between the angels and devils

sight sought in morning sunrise;

light was delayed

in early morning grey.

the silence of autumn frost covered

while anonymous thinking of all the listed worries gained.

coffee brew drips

as the rain drop sips.

overnight dreams that were built and seen

seep into canyon grooves

where angels and devils dance together;

warm under covers was a founded escaped.

//

sleepless tides born to rise

fall to shore, made to die;

keep moonlit sands calling for more.

wake from a dream –

open the door;

the past came knocking.

as the candle flickers

and saw the shadows dancing above

it sends chills down a sleepless spine.

the dusty for rent sign hangs

in the blackened hallway;

questions and doubt walk hand in hand.

the fallen autumn leaves pile up

on the ground below.

the frost has come and kicked them aside.

soon the snows will cover all the sees.

//

sight sought in morning sunrise;

light was delayed

in early morning grey.

the silence of autumn frost covered

while anonymous thinking of all the listed worries gained.

coffee brew drips

as the rain drop sips.

overnight dreams that were built and seen

seep into canyon grooves

where angels and devils dance together

c. 2016 bgw

autumn leafs

autumns deep coloured leaves of orange, red and yellow

lit through the untuned rains

of an early morning grey.

the coffee steams as it sits in the cool dawning room.

the night beamed in the moonlit memory

as i desperately wiped off the lingering fragments away.

the frigid creek waters slowly draws in a hibernation course

as the frost kissed the bedded rock silently.

the warmth of tightly tucked sheets

found the snooze three times over.

in the bed of boughs

winter flirts.

the cold air wraps itself around me

as i stand from the bed.

i left her sleeping

as i started the shower;

i’ve been here before.

someone found me here;

and that same someone lost out

as the sun shone through the window

and burned off the chill.

flannel shirt n’ jeans

and pumpkin patches –

she wakes to me holding her.

autumns deep coloured leaves of orange, red and yellow

lit through the untoned rains

of an early morning grey.

the coffee steams as it sits in the cool dawning room.

the night beamed in the moonlit memory

as i desperately wipe off the lingering fragments away.

October Saturday morning farmers markets

and coffee sipping down sidewalks.

autumns deep coloured leaves of orange, red and yellow

lit through the untoned rains

of an early morning grey.

the coffee steams as it sits in the cool dawning room.

and where do we go from here?

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recovery

when i saw her tear drop fall,

i swore it was like a wreaking ball to my heart.

we met with all the best intentions

and yet ended with static interruptions.

i felt my throat choked up

as the pain sunk well within a beating chest.

the life of our love

was overshadowed by a distant looming break up,

coloured of busted up blue and shone in crumbled mountainous hiccups –

the sunrise fades way from us.

soon as the pain that was swallowed by the stars

the moon threw itself over the sky

and made my hearts gravity heavy.

//

in my own recovery

what is right

and what is wrong?

and when i wake,

what will i see?,

will tomorrow be free?

what will my first thought be?

damned!,  be the rain that was sent

in the autumn leafs falling;

the whiskey shot comatose breakfast

covers like the first snow

and empties the memories in found shelter

in a heart it dwells where i woke

in my own recovery

//

when i saw her tear drop fall

i swore it was like a wreaking ball to my heart.

we met with all the best intentions

and yet ended with static interruptions

i felt my throat choked up

as the pain sunk well within my chest.

the life of the love

was overshadowed by a distant looming break up,

coloured of busted up blue and shone in crumbled mountainous hiccups –

the sunrise fades way from us

c. 2016 bgw

living (in some other world)

as the words of the Province

came cutting through railed steeled wheels,

the deep pain of others

broke a heart for a world that lives in consequence;

outside this window seat,

the passing autumn

painted a different scene.

the whistle of a cross-country train

broke apart the early morning fog.

seeking, it looks for the world that could be

anything other from what everyone else could see.

//

caught a glimpse of the glowing media

showing a falling world

with failing souls with fouling ideas;

the quietness of disbelief fills the room

as the sunlight crawls across the carpet.

we are living in some other world

where once man rocked in the free world,

now collects the broken peace of unity;

pick yourself up and draw the curtains,

peak at the world below

and find the promise of a needing discovery awaiting

//

as the words of the Province

came cutting through railed steeled wheels,

the deep pain of others

broke a heart for a world that lives in consequence;

outside this window seat,

the passing autumn

painted a different scene.

the whistle of a cross-country train

broke apart the early morning fog.

seeking, it looks for the world that could be

anything other from what everyone else could see.

c.2016 bgw