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| Jennifer's Funeral First the heat, and then the damp, as puffy clouds pitch their darkening camp. Then noise and light and heaven and hell, and the Genesis time of the rainy smell. Towards the stars they climb, with furious sound- and end, giving all, upon the ground. The flash in the sky is gone--too soon. But, without that, would the flowers bloom? Your body danced, and so did your eyes, like the on-off switch of the firefly, like the far away dream behind closed eyes-- so helpless to remain and cry. But even though the storm is gone, there always will be summer's song. Were it not for you, the earth would be dry. Were it not for you, what use is the sky? |
| Better at it First they fought in untopped graves, hacked each other in screaming waves, that broke on foreign, hated shores. They broke but once, then nevermore. Mindlessly they wallowed in their soggy coffins while their children played, somewhere off in another place, anothet time, lost somewhere-- out of mind. Then they got better, it seems- radio vectors and radar beams perfected death (quicker and more) and children died, ship to shore. Ever slow your step to wonder why the better we get, the more children die? |
| Balance Our lives should be in balance, they say- but who can see what each part weighs? How much for a tear wrung from heavy heart, that can take years before it starts? How much for the joy of the silliest things-- fragile toys-- diamond rings? Don't worry too long cause it's over with quick-- like yesterdays song-- like a magic trick. |
| Street Lights magnified by early morning's mist. Tires swish louder with new dawn's dew. Going home through night With thoughts of you, waiting in light of sun to come- holding sweet bright- night's all done. |
| To a Sleeping Child Wildflowers waiting across the road weren't brightly waving a few months ago. Winter's cold and Norther's chill forced their souls to lie down-be still. Been like this since time was born- unnumbered years. But then springtime's storm (or maybe a tear) seeps down to baptize those sweet seeds to rise. Hold on to the love, and fight your way through to the sunshine above... the wildflowers wait for you. |
| To a Sleeping Child (part 2) You ran, we danced. Now daytime's gone to the crickets' time, and nightime's rhyme with dreams begun. What thoughts now rise behind your closed eyes? A wealth of warm and beautiful things-- some dark and scary ramblings-- or bright hope that tomorrow brings? |
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