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Madison County, Iowa
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“Midnight Wind Creations”
The Poetry Archives of AK English
12/02/1964 ~ 7/22/2006
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Dreams
Breathe, for it is I, you inhale.
rocking you gently, as I hold
you in the arms of the wind.
the day has left us, softly
for it is now silent in our time.
only moments, now ours to hold
side by side, we watch time
melt into, another space
behind walls of stone.
hidden from reality, we find beauty
basking in peaceful warmth.
knowing, we're here, because we wish to be
for it was written long ago,
for the two, that would be one
in a land called Dreams.
Portrait of Words
Words, fed to the mind,
creating a painted canvas.
As you behold the canvas
you think of the artist.
Colors of the mind, for the eye,
depends on the hues painted.
Reflections, of passion, beauty, softness,
pain, and hope, found there.
Maybe a time, that will never come again.
Moments, now or yet to be.
Storms of life, now within the eye,
no sound, only silence, peaceful.
Within the words, many colors,
life reborn, time standing still.
Painted, for you, that moment.
A living portrait of life.
Thoughts of Words
Some little, some large
some an imprint upon time
some, upon our soul.
existing upon the path we travel
forever imprinted upon our hearts
We are those words, carried forward
with each spoken, we are forever
we hang upon the winds of time
sometimes broken, in haste
sometimes spoken in pain
Words, those silent ones
that are never spoken,
the ones, that break a heart or mend
those timeless ones, a child's song
words that live, with each breath
The ones we can never take back, once said
the ones, we can never speak
all within the mind, waiting
growing, upon the canvas of life
be careful, how you use them, for they are
The imprints of your life,
the ones you live with, the ones you leave behind.
Whispers
When do they begin,
where do they end?
As the mist, moves on shore
and the night, just begins
I see you, always, standing there
Waiting, smiling, knowing I would return,
to the tree of life
Your're eyes glowing, lighting my way,
burning embers of the night.
Why do you return to this silent place
You wrap your night around me
holding me close, rocking my dreams
Softness of your breath, forever near
Dreams of moments unfulfilled,
Whispers of life, that will endure,
beyond the realm of reality,
within the circle of life,
forever bound we two
to whispers of the night.
Beyond All That
To truly know you,
is to give up one's soul.
Knowing this, I would
lay down by your side.
For the life I feel,
is beyond all that.
All I will ever know,
or wish to know.
Heaven is found,
within your arms.
The Darkest night,
the brightest day.
Each breathe, gives life,
to all that you are.
Soft and gentle creature
of all those dreams.
Let me know, the reality
of who you truly are.
For I cannot give more than,
what you already have....
My Soul.
Elusive
You, turn and glide with the wind.
your flight, takes you to unknown realms
your golden, wings...gain height
you move, silently, by me
if I get near, you dart away
with such beauty and grace,
taking my breath as you go.
just once to know and understand,
that, which you truly are.
have admired you, from afar
endlessly, I have watched you.
I'll never know, the beauty of
your soft and gentle touch.
the sun is lower now,
the day, will soon be making way
for the entrance, of moonbeams.
my breath, slowly returns to me,
as I lean, against the remains,
of what was once a tall pine tree.
I close my eyes, my days
quest is over.
I feel a soft warm wind,
flow across my face
I open my eyes, and there
before them, the beauty of you
softly, touching my hand.
for a few brief moments
time stands still.
fragile, beauty of the Sun
elusive creature of the night
shimmering, glowing
this day another lesson learned
those things in life, given freely
without chase, nor net or cage
are the most beautiful parts of life
the ones to be treasured
in room of the heart
I watch as you take flight once more,
my beautiful, beautiful...
Elusive Butterfly
The Tree in My Garden
Each spring, the tree blooms
like no other in my garden.
It comes alive...with beauty
and grace, unfolding blossoms
to the sun...
Planted long ago, out of friendship
for a caring soul, of souls. Our paths,
do not always cross and reality has
never been the question.
Each Spring, I am reminded, when
its beauty bursts forth, there is always life
In the garden of your mind,
things you will remember, for all time.
The Beauty of One Blossom
That crossed your path and walked
awhile in your life, giving faith and friendship.
Always blooming, each spring
In the Garden of Your Mind.
Endless
Endless ripples of life
forever moving, always changing.
Forever flowing back to you.
Days of sunshine,
Nights of moonbeams,
But always the ripples.
When did you start,
when did you go?
Another endless night,
dancing with moonbeams
Waiting for the endless
ripples, of life
to flow my way once more.
Twilight Journey
In my world of reality
soft darkness covers my bed.
Windows open, soft wind,
light, from the master of this night,
silver patterns, fill my room.
Just one of those nights,
that sleep, eludes this time.
Peaceful contentment I find.
I open the door, to the moments
stored in my heart.
Warmth, surrounds my bed,
my soul takes flight, on its...
Twilight Journey with You
Fleeting
Time, so fickle
always, knocking
but always fleeting.
Can we ever find,
those moments again?
Will I taste the joy,
of springtime thoughts, or
will they always pass me by.
Will I struggle to open the gate,
or will I always stand inside.
Watching, for fleeting moments,
seeking a time that
never was.
Will they live always, in
The Garden of my Mind?
Golden Threads
In the dark velvet of night
she descends, from her
resting place, seeking
the golden threads that bind,
her to reality.
The Golden strands of her life,
resting with the keeper
of her soul.
Seeking the warmth,
of life within his arms.
She closes her eyes,
knowing, the soft beat
of his heart, will match her own.
Here, wrapped in the soft
velvet of night, cradled in his arms,
a soft whisper from her keeper.
Breath my love, for I am here,
fear no more, the unknown path.
You're golden strands of life, are now
combined with my own.
The seed of hope, now planted
in the garden of our choice.
We'll savor each moment,
as if it were the cup of life.
Feast my love, on this night
for my love surrounds you.
We are bound with the Golden
Threads of Life, a soul in need
of its other half, to complete,
what was and will be again.
Two that breathe as one,
A tale of forever,
A story of hope,
Bound by the golden strands
Of love.
Near or Far
I stare, into the vastness of this land.
I seem to know, the joys and pain
of the ages. I feel this soul of mine
has traveled, near and far.
Sometimes, when I feel so tired,
the need to rest, my only quest.
I am granted, once more,
the pleasure of your light.
You come to me, overflowing
with trust and faith.
Honoring me with the,
sharing of your soul.
You shine, ever so brightly
as you tell me, how much
you truly care, for this new life,
you've yet to live.
My Friend, you are
One of the reasons, I go on.
The Pleasure of your company,
Is One of my treasures found,
that I have placed,
upon the shelves of my life.
Poet
I walk the halls from dusk to dawn.
Seeking the light, that will bring me home.
The light of truth, that does not fade.
Words of life, warmth and faith.
Molded, by your mind.
Formed by life, within this night.
Pure of mind, softness of grace.
This heart filled with love not haste.
Here your cover, does not matter,
only the pages between.
Formed by your soul,
given unto me, your gift of life.
As you reach my soul within,
you bring me home.
As the lamplight flickers,
my soul surrenders the night,
to the poet, who has walked
the halls with me.
Regeneration
in the softness of morning light
the mist, parting, beckoning.
I walk alone, my chosen path
free, just to be all that I am.
the breeze, whispers of
times, long since past.
dreams, that did not last
memories, that have now grown cold.
as if to guide me, a warm light
slowly start its descent
the shadows around
starts to dissipate
I now find warmth
in the palm of my hand
now flowing into darkness
moments of regeneration
eternal dreams, that will last
a light, that will grow
within this time and beyond
walking beside you, living,
breathing, the soul you now share
within the heart of who you are
regenerated by completion,
from within.
Lady of the Night
In my dreams, you walk
silent, as the mist that surrounds you.
Surrounding me, with a warmth,
I find only, upon your touch.
Dreams, built upon moments,
breathless, nights of wonder.
Listening to whispers in the dark
giving into, the pleasures of thought.
Your song of the night, giving life
to a soul, that has grown dim.
Mending, weaving, binding,
strands of gold, around my soul.
Watching, smiling as this new life blooms,
around all that I am. Held in place,
by the golden stands that bind me,
as long as I breathe, as long as I live.
I shall know warmth, the gift of love,
forever dreams, forever bound
to my
Lady of the Night
Eternal Beauty
Where does it come from,
and where does it go?
Eternal beauty
of one's soul.
There was a time,
when I could say
those words and
know, its hiding place.
Escape me not,
stay with me
while I linger and rest.
Waiting, forever waiting
for the beauty
of thy soul,
to come and
dance with me
once more.
Changing Colors
Its time, a time of change
winters carress, is near
fall, fast approaching
changing the colors of life
air is clean and the sun
is warm upon your face
the trees, have started
the final decent into fall
glorious hues soon,
a carpet for your feet
color pallet for your eyes
bursting forth, a final display
a reminder of what was, is
and shall be again
always forward, moving and
changing, the colors of life
The Gift of You
now, life grows once more
each day, a new beginning
each night, another sweet surrender
as I open the door
to a special room,
one of the heart.
to place, on the shelf
another moment with you.
amid all my moments
shinning bright,
filled with warmth.
in the shadows
of my life.
there, all alone
the magic found,
the Gift of You.
Music of the Heart
Words flow like honey,
from the heart of you.
With each breath,
you give, comes life.
You are the music,
that plays upon my soul.
Each moment with you,
like none before.
The pain of what is not,
will always be.
But the joy of what is,
shall last, this life.
For you are, the
Music of My Heart
In Silence
I reach for all that is you.
Moments conceive within,
that are never to be.
Dreams of a lifetime,
that forever, elude.
Magic Moments for two.
A tear slides, as I remember.
Slowly, embraced by your love,
once more light returns.
Bathe in memories,
Love returns, to My World.
I smile, close my eyes,
and stay awhile.
Knowning, there is always,
Moments yet to be, for you,
are always by my side,
in the Garden of my Mind.
The Path
I do not know,
where it leads.
Nor what I will,
find there.
I cannot see,
beyond the mist.
I have no image,
within my mind.
There is nothing,
that I can touch.
It beckons me,
and it knows,
That I will follow,
for it must be.
Golden Realm
Into this realm I wander.
Thinking of all that I behold,
of things past and yet untold.
Magic of moments that were,
and those yet to be.
Sweet song of Spirit,
singing unto me.
Take me upon,
your eternal quest.
Grant my wish,
that I might live,
once more, this night
within your golden realm,
Of Dreams
I Give Thanks
For the gift of you,
your light that shines.
Those special words,
that I behold.
The treasures given,
far beyond this time.
Moments, remembered
as none before.
The world of dreams,
you so carefully molded.
When I take flight,
upon a distant night.
The winds lifting me to heights
unknown, there....
By my side,
where you shall always be....
The Gift of You.
Tears of Rain
Do you lie awake,
and think of me?
As I lie awake,
and think of you.
Just, a Shadow Dancer,
on the edge of night.
Do you really feel,
my touch, upon your heart.
Can you feel, the passion
within my soul.
Feel the heart,
that beats, within your hands.
Can you see, the tears of rain,
that slide down my window pane.
Silent Companion
Allowed only in words,
to feel my heart’s companion.
I shall be haunted forever,
for what might have been.
Then again, I will know love of heart,
like no other will ever feel.
My heart is bound in reality,
safe behind walls of strength.
My silent companion,
shall always guard its gate.
Knowing how fragile,
my heart and soul.
Rare is the beauty given,
from a heart that shall
always remain my companion.
I close my eyes, he's here
in my heart, in a room filled with warmth.
Reality fades, the candle glows
the shadows grow warm.
My heart has felt his touch.
Thankful for what is,
peaceful silence, moments shared.
We are one
My Silent Companion and Me.
Visitor
from the past,
a vision of need appears.
causing fears, to once more
knock at my garden's gate.
am I strong enough?
to open wide the gate.
let go of the past, the pain,
now only a small dying ember.
swinging wide the gate,
would give way to memories.
contained, in a room of darkness.
or would light fill the room?
or would the garden of my mind,
slowly descend into darkness
Ripples
standing...upon another shore
seeking another time and place
moving ripples of my mind
will I once more...reach
for all that I am...or do i stay
watching the ripples move away
will i find...that light...that gives me life
glowing...upon another shore
is it real....or only ripples of my mind
seeking moments in time
ecliptic
ecliptic days, moonbeam nights
walking once more,
in this world of you.
keeping always a gentle hand.
words, giving life, like no others.
you fill my days and caress my nights,
whispered words, from the heart.
reaching, for the gift of life
I cannot help but feel, the infected
veins beneath my skin
born from a single need
to be touched by the
circle of life, within
the beauty of you,
my love.
Quiet Solitude of Dreams
You are here in the
quiet solitude of my evenings,
the last breath of day has gone.
I am here, within this time
a place called dreams.
I wait, to feel you near,
as the mist parts and you appear.
you smile, and hold out you hand,
there is little need of words,
here in this place called dreams.
At peace we are, for this
we know, is all there will ever be.
Quiet Solitude, of the heart,
In a place called dreams.
Shared moments, meant to be.
The Days Between
Now and then...to feel
simple pleasures,
that never grow old.
Dirfting to places,
where dreams unfold.
Watching, the sun
roll into the sea.
Reality, fadeing into dawn.
As I listen to your
silent song.
Viewing the treasures
of your mind,
beyond your gardens gate.
As the days grown long,
and far between.
Those filled with pleasures,
shall remain with you.
Room of Darkness
Words, written not spoken,
can sting the heart.
Thoughtless moments
when penned, cannot
be taken back.
The day will come,
when you wonder why.
What spurred me on,
to send each word?
Coldness of the heart sets in and
has turned out another light.
In the room, that was shared,
across time and space
by you and me.
Now empty, cold and...
Forever in darkness.
Stones of Time
I stand among the stones,
on this windswept moor.
The night air chills my bones,
as I wonder why.
I have traveled back in time,
to find, that which you hold.
The moon hangs fluid and alive,
enduring, as the glowing depths
of ancient amber, you hold.
What is the song,
that binds me to this time?
Waiting...the ancient words,
start to form.
Aye, feel the warmth lass
Will yee forever be a voyager,
in time?
Do you not hear, the ancient's
calling thy name?
Whispers of the night,
floating softly, upon the wind.
You, shall forever travel,
within the distant night.
Forever voyager, you shall be
for thy own heart, beats in
another time.
The Gift
In the quite,
solitude of night,
you came, uncertain
of the path you chose.
Two, very different worlds,
together this night.
One single touch of your hand,
brought forth a warmth
that came from within.
Magic of the heart
flowed, all because
of your precious gift.
The Gift of Trust
a need to know,
another soul.
Into the Valley of Death
(March Those Of Valor)
The young soul marches,
without regret, nor the need
to feel superior.
Only there, to do their job.
Fight for freedom, unknown to many,
in this valley of death.
The kind of valor, that allows us
our freedom just to be.
My soul screams out to those
that cannot see nor hear.
Nothing worth having, comes easy.
This ancient land, oppressed
for many years and full of hate.
Where the taste of freedom,
has never truly been known.
Heights of stupidity, can be
reached by many, when the
original reason, for being
has been forgotten, judge not,
least you be judged.
Never lower your values, to be
equal with those you fight.
Thank God!
For men and women of Valor.
Those who right the wrong,
whatever the cost.
Those that will come back,
those that won't.
Thank God!
For those that wear
the uniforms of our armed forces.
Those That Insure Our
Freedom
This Strange Feeling
Peaceful, at rest
my mind.
Almost, giving up
this fight with time.
Closing my eyes,
drifting, back.
Coolness, surrounds me
my breath, slowing.
Sounds of life near,
but not within sight.
Darkness, beckons
peaceful, warmth.
Colors explode, into
rhythms of the season.
Motions set, that
will not stop.
As I descend into fall,
knowing, winter is near.
My time of rest,
waiting for rebirth.
Golden Realm
Into this realm I wander.
Thinking of all that I behold,
of things past and yet untold.
Magic of moments that were,
and those yet to be.
Sweet song of Spirit,
singing unto me.
Take me upon,
your eternal quest.
Grant my wish,
that I might live,
once more, this night
within your golden realm,
Of Dreams
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
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
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