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~The Cutler-Donahoe~
Madison County, Iowa
Photograph ©AK English
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“Midnight Wind Creations”
The Poetry Archives of AK English
12/02/1964 ~ 7/22/2006
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Touch of Love
Given, to carry me beyond
the pain of reality,
images of the heart.
Those, that won't die,
shall linger beyond all others.
Caressing, soft winds,
enveloping, all my senses.
Warm sun, upon my face.
Sound of the ocean,
whispering in my ear.
Sand, granulated stars,
flowing through my fingers.
I remember, many years ago,
or was it only yesterday?
I felt, your...
Touch of Love.
Night Passing
Night fading, passing
quite, peaceful.
Cool, moonlit night,
drifting into blackness.
Passing of time,
endless wondering.
No longer alive,
fading shadows.
Soul's no longer touch,
words have lost their meaning.
Empty, the heart,
its light is fading.
Lost in time...
Chained
Am I chained
to a past, that won't let go?
In the quietness of night
foggy dreams appear.
Moving over the moor,
in slow motion.
Foggy, heavy damp air
flows all around me.
Cold hunter’s moon above me.
Cries in the night reach
out to me.
I listen, but cannot hear.
Words form, I scream,
there is no sound.
Release me, from
this in-between place.
Breath of Life,
cannot live here.
I Found In You...
Candlelight
Roses
White Satin
Dreams
Passion
Scent of Night
Pale Moonlight
Honor
Humor
Gentle Mist of Time
But Most Of All
I Found You
Song In My Garden
Your song, pulls me near,
movement upon a soft breeze.
Sweet breath, floating
upon the honeysuckle vine.
Gathering of Nectar,
you can do well
You are never far,
beyond my realm.
You make me smile,
when you are near.
Colors of the rainbow,
many hues, that glow.
Fluttering of wings,
fast beating heart.
Fragile, but yet
so strong.
Magical, creature
of my days.
My Hovering
Hummingbird.
Forever Memory
I have often said,
Some people move,
into our life with ease.
Some stay forever, some leave
as if they never were.
With time, the memories
will dim. As memories should
the thoughts less frequent.
Upon a high moon night,
sweet memories, will float back.
My heart, will glow, my soul will sigh,
as I remember dancing,
among the moonbeams of night.
Holding moments, a little nearer,
as I dream, of the other half ...
Of My Soul.
Night Calls
What fire, consumed,
the flesh, that I seek.
So long ago, these battles
of mind and heart fought.
To win, and yet to die.
Freedom, falls in its ending.
The clash of minds,
sparks the battle never ending.
Long ago, you knew
there would be no other.
Each breath you take,
drifts upon the wind into the night.
This never ending force
always by my side.
Nothing seen, only felt
movements across time.
Cries in the night,
this ancient call
Seeking its reality,
your life is here, come
I wait for thee.
Haunting Memory
The mind, is it not a strange power?
Lingering in the past...searching
for the elusive light within the night.
The warmth you once held tight,
on a cold high moon night.
Breath, that lingers near
as you whisper into the night.
Where are you? I am here,
My arms wish to enfold you,
hold you, as I once did.
I can still feel, the soft touch
of your lips, as they softly,
kissed the corners of my eyes.
Whispering, here in this time,
we will always be.
Forever haunted, by
a high moon night.
Stars, twinkling overhead,
as I linger in yesterday.
Beyond this time of reality.
Seasons of Life
The joys of youth, if we
could have known,
what the future contained,
would it have remained the same?
But youth, rarely cares nor sees.
We move on, now on our own,
living, tasting, working,
thinking of family, now and then.
Life, seems endless,
the road, our paths still long.
Some maturity sets in, we need
more, where will I be in
the years ahead, we move faster,
Not wishing to lose a day.
We share our lives, we give life.
The storms of reality set in,
we feel pain, we hurt, we cry
where is this good life, I dreamed of.
Did I not comply, with time,
where was I, when it passed my way?
Father time sets in, we feel
the approaching of our golden age.
The hair now, streak with silver.
Life moves by, much more slowly,
sunsets now a different hue.
I no longer dance to the beat,
of time and its rules.
I linger, I enjoy, I stop to
feel the sun upon my face.
Reaching for all those lost moments.
That passed me by, now reclaimed,
by the children, of my heart.
Sharing, a time of innocence.
Moving forward, to completion and
Seasons Of My Life
Eternal Warmth
As the cold wind,
passed over my heart...
I felt the warmth of the poet,
Who's words found my soul.
Intertwined in thoughts
of this world and the next.
We passed the night away,
when we said goodnight...
The candle had flickered
its life away.
There in the moments
just before dawn...
as I walked, with my friend
the poet...
forever caressing my soul,
within a new day, of beginnings.
Ancient Shores
This feeling, moves over me
the thunder rolls, the lighting cracks
Ancient Shores, calling my name.
Walking in the shadows, seeking
what I do not know.
Vagueness, hovers over me.
Forever searching,
for those lost moments.
That I let slip through my fingers like sand.
The Hunger of my soul,
for Ancient Shores, beyond reality.
Daylight Burning
When did you,
step off into darkness?
Not knowing, or feeling
when the descent began.
Only the fall,
while you were looking back.
As you move forward,
searching for light.
Once more you,
find your path.
You open your eyes,
to daylight burning bright.
You smile, now knowing, when you
look back in pain.
All you will find, is
the Burning Of Daylight.
In all your Tomorrows.
The Need To Touch
Are you out there?
Within, our vast world of darkness.
There is a need to touch,
it cannot be denied.
The pounding rhythm,
comes with each heartbeat.
Sweet love of life,
return our need to be.
Come paint the colors,
of my soul, as I dance ...
To the rhythm of our night,
seeking a breathless moon.
She Stood There
On now what is a barren hill.
Looking forlorn, sadness outlined.
Dreaming of days long gone by,
and splendor in the grass.
Once light and laughter shown,
clearly upon her face.
Now only darkness, to behold there on
a lonely hill.
Music played sweetly by candlelight,
within her soul.
Now, the only sounds she hears,
the whispering, sometimes howling wind.
Weathered and worn, sun drenched,
storms now settling in.
The old willow, her tree of life,
no longer weeps.
All her splendor, now only a vague memory,
Her gardens, only bloom within her thoughts.
Still, she stands tall, this beautiful, gracious,
lady from our past...
The Victorian House
Tribute to Time
Summer Nights
I surrender to my world,
warmth, surrounds me.
Softly caressed by a gentle breeze.
My body arching, greeting
each moment to be.
The desire for nothing,
only freedom.
Colors of my world,
above me.
Wisdom by my side.
Magic awaits
outside my door.
As I surrender,
to you, passion and
Summer Nights
The Spinning Won't Stop
Insane the hours,
that draw near.
Cold the thoughts,
as times ticks away.
Hungry souls, wishing to be,
reaching for me.
Seeking a ray of light,
within a cold and lonely night.
Hope, comfort, found in words
bound to paper by pen.
Hollow feeling, deep within.
I struggle to read,
or find the end.
Words, overflowing
from the mind's spring,
they were just there, so simple
a gift within the night.
The world won't stop spinning,
if you wish to step off,
just for a little while.
Way Too Late
Once more I woke
to a pillow wet from tears.
I walked once more,
in a time, that no longer breathes.
I felt your long slim fingers,
tugging once more at me.
I felt the pain, of you and me.
A bond forged in hell, still follows me.
We tore away, all that was,
too proud to give, too proud to love.
You're words came freely, near the end.
but we both knew, way too late.
My heart grew cold, friendship
was all it could offer or hold.
Where Did They Go
those soft summer nights
dancing in the moonlight.
fleeting moments of bliss
when all was right,
my path so straight,
heaven at my gate.
then you were gone,
as if you never were.
now alone, with
all those broken dreams.
scattered forever,
upon the winds of life.
A Degree of Certainty
I know that tomorrow,
will come
I know the night,
will fade.
Alone I wonder,
where you are in time.
Will you ever know,
the dreams of tomorrow?
Will you still walk,
this land with me?
Knowing, that all you,
will ever feel, are moments
within a drifting mist.
Like the shadows, of night.
That slowly, take
our breath away, as we race
to inhale, the life we feel.
Just as the candle flickers,
at its ending. I know...
A Degree of Certainty,
You will always be.
A Single Rose
I stood there
next to the melting drifts of snow,
felt the cold air on my hands and the
warmth of the spring time sun on my face,
the thoughts reflected in my mind
turned to you.
somewhere out there, I can feel the warmth,
the magic, you once gave to me
the canvas of your life glows,
no longer winter worn.
each spring, your rebirth,
my heart, shall always know,
my single rose,
the magic of your soul.
Absent
There is a silence in your absence
that no words can ever fill.
I am here, in the land of dreams,
another place and time.
Eternal moments,
seem lost.
Searching, within the mist,
to feel your life.
Lost, without the other
half of me.
Coldness, of a long
winters night I feel.
There is a silence in your absence,
that no words can ever fill.
Without you
There is a Silence in me.
Across Time
Across time, I have sailed.
To find that elusive path.
Forever eluding my touch.
The path, sometimes clear,
beckons to me.
Sometimes, only vague
moments, resting within.
Where does it go, that path?
I do not know.
I only know, it beckons to me
and I will follow.
Turning from shore once more,
to find, my path, through the mist
Across.....Time
Beyond Water’s Edge
By the ocean, she sits,
chin resting upon her knees,
Arms wrapped around her legs,
as she gazes out,
beyond water's edge.
The day was ending,
so quiet and peaceful.
Waiting, her toes
firmly planted in the sand,
The waves, gently caressing,
her mind springs of thought.
Moving slowly towards her
and then retreating back.
She watched the sand,
as the water drained away,
leaving a fresh path for bare feet.
In her final glory, the sun
now a fireball, rolled down
the slopes of the outer island.
Slowly, moving into the ocean,
giving into the darkness of evening.
Almost as if... it had rolled off the earth.
How could one, live at this moment,
and not know, the beauty of its ending?
Given freely, for those that reach, for
Another day, another gift of life.
Favorite Things
some of my favorite things,
slipped....away in silence....
I know not when,
only that they have left
I do not cry, nor seem to want
or miss, what slipped away.
will they return one day
as if they never left?
or will I always feel
an empty void,
wondering, what should have been
here, instead of there
not knowing why
or when the silence began.
trying to remember, did I let
them slip away or did I just let go.
Alive
Sitting here in the coldness of my solitude,
even now feeling the warmth of your touch.
Alive with the memories of all you were.
In all the places of my life,
shall I remember thee.
As the summer breeze,
blows gentle across my face.
I shall remember your touch,
as the sun warms my skin.
I shall remember your warmth.
As the candle flickers, near dawn,
I will remember, your passion.
Your presence always within my soul,
bringing reflections of times gone by.
Moments without end, love without time,
remembering days long gone.
I close my eyes, once more....
I will remember you, with every part
of my being, for with you, I am as I once was,
Alive and reaching, for all that you were.
Always
I shall remember you,
when to my silent world, I return
the days of warmth and beauty
and your loving touch.
the nights of wonderment,
as the candlelight flickers
your caring ways, heartfelt moments,
as we danced to the music,
played by the beating of our hearts.
just two, enjoying our moments ,
as one.
Always, I shall remember you.
Ancient Wonder
will you always be here ...
softly, caressing my nights
forever moving
towards that silent part of me
will I always know,
the magic of your soul
bending, shaping,
loving me as no other,
whispering my name.
pulling me home, within your arms,
wrapped within,
your eternal blanket of dreams.
nights of endless pleasure
always, I will be....lost to
your ancient wonder
At Day’s Closing
When you watched the sun,
slowly set and leave the day behind.
Have you listened, to the
music of your life.
Did you remember, to hold
a loved one near
to let them know, they are special.
Give thanks, for the gift of life,
you have enjoyed this day.
Give your smile, to someone,
who needed it.
Give time to the child,
who only wanted to be near.
Opened your heart,
to a friend in need.
Little things, are the footsteps
of life we leave behind,
at the closing of each day.
The Beauty of the Night
As I walk within this night,
the harshness of the day
behind me.
I look up to the heavens,
the stars sparkle, as if wet with dew.
the breeze blows, gently,
caressing my skin.
the leaves on the trees
rustle, with the breeze,
singing a little night song.
the flowers sleeping, resting
from the heat of the day.
the rose stands alone, proudly
giving scent to the night.
the grass, emerald green
soft, and cooling to bare feet.
thrilled and moved by the
beauty around me,
framed by moonlight.
I turn my eyes, towards the
heavens once more.
close my eyes and say,
thank you, for this,
this peace, within
The Beauty of the Night
Because of You
I'm walking in Sunshine
this day, tomorrow,
voiceless, but full of glee.
life springs forth eternal,
across the miles, through the mist.
your words, bring me home
as it was meant to be.
the joys, the smiles, the hours
past by, without ending.
lingering onward into tomorrow.
my soul once more resides,
in a heart filled with love.
all
Because of You
Desert Floor
Here in the heat of day,
I look to the horizon.
I feel parched, dry
of all life.
Heat swirls up,
from the desert floor.
Shimmering, reaching,
engulfing each breath I take.
Dare I take another step,
maybe just one more.
One more step,
closer to days ending.
Dusk, showing
its purple, desert hues.
Breathing easier now,
being wrapped, in the blanket of night.
I lean back, feeling relief,
as the heat, leaves the bolder that supports me.
Blooming in the shade, near
the desert floor.
God's reason, to go on,
reaching for another day.
The flower of your life,
the child, within your heart.
Blooming there, on the
Desert Floor of your life.
Down on the Bayou
I can hear the music,
within, the night.
Moss, softly swaying
bending moonbeams to and fro.
I can hear a night song,
mingling, with the air.
Dark eyes flashing,
while the blood rushes on.
Long dark hair,
given life all its own.
Dancing there, within your mind,
A dark haired, cajun lady,
under, a Bayou moon.
The Magic Lady of Dreams
For The First Time
In many seasons,
you did not show.
Did my tree, in your garden fail
to bloom, this spring?
I waited, wondering
all summer long.
As fall, fast approaches,
yet, no petals upon the wind.
Is my tree, getting ready to dress
in the colors of fall?
Words, not forthcoming,
leaves me...feeling a void.
Hoping you are well and safe, my friend
of years past. Yet! I still wonder.
Rhythm of the Night
With every beat of my heart
I feel the rhythm, of the night.
As the cool breeze, moves across my skin
I find another moment, is way to long.
Pleasure seeker, reaching for
heights, yet unknown.
Feel, all that I am,
waiting here, just beyond the edge.
My bed, drench in moonlight,
the candle flickers, dancing with the breeze.
Inhale, it is I, that you breathe,
moving to the rhythm of the night.
The Changing
I am waiting for the change,
the shedding of summer's glory.
For the dressing up,
of the wondrous, colors of life.
My favorite, in-between time,
centered within, called fall.
When nature, paints her canvas,
with the colors of her rainbow.
Shared bounties, for those
that tended her soil, with loving care.
A signal, that we know,
means, a time of rest, of thoughts.
Soon, too be wrapped within,
her blanket of winter.
Waiting for rebirth in spring.
Why
Do I feel, a great silence?
Space unfilled, wondering
soul, staying but fleeing.
Lingering in the shadows,
wishing to come forth,
but yet you remain.
Leaving footprints, at
sunset, upon the sand,
your eyes searching, the horizon.
Turn your eyes, away from the horizon.
Look unto the heavens, for the path,
you've yet to walk.
Knowing, the love of all those
that surround you, given freely,
is where thy heart lives, breathes.
I Love You.
Yesterday's Pain
Can grow within, and enlarge
the sadness, you hold onto.
Breaking - the bonds, upon
your heart, will allow you to dream.
Once more, of those soft and
gentle days, when your heart
was yours alone,
and each day, life was given birth.
Not held hostage, by the pain
of yesterday's sorrow.
A Heart that bleeds, will not find
peace in all its tomorrows.
In This World
Of ever changing dreams.
there is one, that remains,
the one shared with you.
sometimes, when I feel
the pain of life.
you come back into being.
the never changing
world, a need just to be
giving me hope, that I still can feel.
your wings, have taken me
beyond the realm of time
cradled in the arms of softness.
in life, we walk
the path, designed...
one can do no less.
for there is always...
a world shared by two
somewhere... beyond the stars.
Lonely Silence
Once there was you,
now only silence remains.
Silence, scattered
upon the winds.
Drifting back,
I cannot help, but travel.
Wondering why,
I turned away.
Fear of unspoken words?
or just knowing, it could not be.
Maybe, just a Heart,
that has lost its faith.
Waiting in Lonely Silence,
for a path yet to unfold.
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