wind

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Where on the earth
Does the cold wind end?
I should wish to be,
Right where it quits,
All tired from blowing with
Low pressure fits.
Does wind just fall
Upon awaiting ground,
Continuing to death,
Without a sound?
To join once more
In softly seen air –
Gently brush your cheek,
Muss up your hair.
The wind shall kiss
In quiet delay
The forehead of sweetness,
In love’s sweet obey.

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future gaze

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I wonder if I’d found some way,

to circumvent those fruitless tries,

truly to avoid –

by some degree,

a pocketful of

deceitful lies.

 

When these questions might’ve been asked,

subject seldom was ever raised,

but now answers –

take life’s past portions

and blend with present’s

future gaze.

spring rain

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Character held is surely defined,
by moments poised in a single line.
The ability to see and clearly hear
the messages borne from a passed year.
I hope i can be that man
who seems to go to things at hand –
to embrace the path he walks upon
and never dwells on passages gone.
I pray my wanderings are not pretend
and I’ll cross the Jordan to journey’s end.
O darkened sky shall not disdain
a promise given is God’s spring rain.

Rick