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
c. 2016 bgw
