Had I been ready to pray,
When we sat beneath the oak,
What would have I to say,
If I hadn’t listened to these folk.
It’s not that careless I came,
Or that my spirit’s stern,
But nothing is the same
When I hear the oak and fern.
Tag: Poem
13 Days long
I asked in the love of our days,
“What will you last love me for?”
She kissed me with these words,
“We will mourn many deaths,
Before we mourn our own…”
So she said “…a poem.”
12-Noon
I can not say what I know, or don’t,
Yet I pray for your smile.
And even if today you won’t,
One day it will be worth the while.
Cantos continued…
It was 11 days
Can you feel the moon as it was
That night that passed in falling stars?
We were since a bedtime fable…
Though sleep I shan’t,and sleep you’re able.
Day 10
I’d often think that fireflies
Would drink beyond their means,
Stuttering aloft this canopy
Spilling sips of revelry.
9 days
A setting sun sheds it’s colour,
Beneath timid summer leaves.
As winds would shy past shutters,
Wooded souls swayed warm and dreamed.
Day 8
In the solitude
Of our temples heart,
We wrote our names
Into the wind,
A written music
For those with wings.
The perched prayers
Flutter…begin.
Seven Days
When you were the sea of my eye,
My self fell upon wings so shy.
When was laughter last so light,
That I had felt forgotten flight.
Day 6
In the company of friends,
We forget what life amends.
And if it where still the same,
Will we know what remained.
On day 5 am
In that we wait for end,
Mid fading winds of sand.
In dark refuge of night,
Silent word prays…despite.
ahorsealone 
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