Friday, July 9, 2010

Joint sessions

Joint sessions
In a hovel-hole basement building.
We keep the faith and
And it was told . . .
How the everlasting presence
still isn't very old.
How the Diamond got her ring
How the matchgirl got her king
How we all got everything
And how everything got sold.
Reeds bending in the wind
A haunting sentimental song
Dreams drifting by
The neon letters "LOVE" lit up in the air
A poem in pictures and sound.
Rather like a dream, you know
Those dawning tendrils
Sneaking through my windowshade
But it's much too early to be waking
So I'll dream on of morning romance
Without remembering
That I've no one to wake to
beyond the dawn.
Reaching to the stars,
Tarry in eternity:
This is all.
Soldiers marching in a desert
Remember not their daily cares
Remember only endless marching
Caught in dreaming unawares.
The crackling fire
The sweet cascading smoke
Light another match and start anew
As pinwheels and starbursts float
Through the silent night
And visions of "I love you" gently
Drift through the liquid air.
February snowflakes
Flitter Flutter
Feathery powder
Melt into my mind.

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