They Whispered Cold Stone:
I saw the eyes darling,
They were bright and full and gibbous,
The leaves danced 'round my ankles,
Cold and restless to go to forever.
Jackfrost past the creaking gates,
One hung rusted and askew,
It was twilight dreading the equinox,
And they whispered cold stone.
Her name was there,
I saw it twixt these rheumy old tears,
The flowers of every year I spent in my cups,
Dead heaps of nothing once beautiful.
Spring is such a short time,
Yet it felt like endless,
You get to know in time,
Even memory isn't that.
Whisper cold stone when the flowers turn,
When ashen and stars rule what was blue,
Soon enough the snows come to bury,
And only the whispers of stone still stand.
Even stone knows Spring and Winter.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C)10/13/2003
I
don't think it's so much about falling in love,
As it is about living a kind and loving life,
Every moment you have the chance to...
It's like raindrops...
If enough of them fall, you get an ocean.
The difference is...
In life we get the choice,
To be a raindrop of acid,
Or a raindrop of pure water.
The sum of those choices...
Makes up the PH of our overall lives,
Action and reaction are like waves in an ocean.
I call it the ocean of hearts.
Falling in love is a much more...
Selfish,
And yet vulnerable thing,..
And a whole 'nother level.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/05/2003
Winter's Touch:
I've felt my self lost,
Flushed to the living edge of frigid cold,
Screaming for salvation in a pair of headlights,
Wondering if the way home was nothing more,
A crushed path in fresh-fallen white,
Silence locked about me,
Some prison spell of the soul,
Buried in wrath paper burning bright,
Heatlessly alive somehow,
I heard a door slam and one open,
But in the crushing silence of new and falling snow,
Who'd believe angel tracks,
Were anything but thrashing on your back,
When tears are frozen tight to your face,
And only the blackness and stars will see you?
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/05/2003
Clouds of Season:
The sky is a patchwork quilt,
Clouds of grey, white, amber,
Bits of broken evening blue,
The sun will soon fall,
The geese and blackbirds,
Honking chirping secrets,
All the gypsy spirits in the sky,
Flowers lie before the pumpkins,
Tomatoe jesters still charging,
Soybean and cornstalk soldiers slowly turn to gold,
Seagulls engineer reality,
Passing a small pond,
Heron and hawk royalty,
Just give a quiet noble eye,
Soon the last cigar is ash and smoke,
Carried off in a cooling breeze,
Life is drawing inward,
Pulled, whirlpooled,
By voracious falling leaves.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/24/2003
Cigar Chair Secrets:
In the loud silent space,
Inside your mind,
Falling into your eyes,
Every nuance of sun angle,
Every changing detail of cloud,
Every passing bird and rustling grass,
Frog voices and wind blown,
Distant words fall in your ears,
Every hint of wind or breeze,
Patch of magenta sunset cloud low,
You feel the Earth spin,
Remember Grandfathers,
Flavor and aroma of,
Life and Earth and,
Then and now,
Small and huge and in place,
Blow through you like,
Smoke,
Landing gently crushing,
Underskin upon your bones.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/24/2003
Searching For Cygnus:
Cold Red Mars receding,
Brilliant and alone,
For the moment ruling,
This land where the shadows won,
Peaceful in the darkness,
The stars, too, set in the West,
Up above the swan flies,
Hunter Orion always follows,
While princess Casseopia cries,
Jet lights way high flashing,
Crossing the Northern Cross,
Do they see my garage light go out?
Chill breezes,
Zippo-lit cigar,
Familiar click and scrape,
Rustling grass in the dark,
In the silence of the dark night,
I pull my jacket about me,
Trying to fit an October Universe,
Smoothly between the lines of a poem,
Sitting in this chair with coffee hot in one hand,
Every sound in town heightened,
Searching for Cygnus like a feast for my eyes,
As one more tobacco smoke ghost,
Coils silently around the corner,
And vanishes into the starry night.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/19/2003