Sweet elegance is the certain beauty of love
two soul who find their journey will be one
So many possibilities, such wandering imagery
yet with time in eloquence Rose and Nick
will find a world to gather in such is a storm
as is the burden of the human condition alone.
The key to today in the sunlight of our autumn
is a young couple in love, together found as one.
The vows spectacular, the wedding court sublime
Tonight we waltzed toward this our only life.
What spectacular Grace is found in sweet matrimony
would we witness certain beauty in this love found.
for Nick & Rose – September 22nd, 2018 – their wedding day
It isn’t that there is anything wrong,
simply, the realization of a weekend gone,
the days ahead all toil to be sure
inside this mechanical dream we assure.
While yesterday seemed quite away
when suddenly here we are today to stay,
oh it isn’t that the wrongs are right
more the reality of our time in spite.
I wanted to remember you this time
with a bit of a calculated rhyme
yet the days well hours turned to nigh
it was in a sudden fit of overwhelming cry.
A weekend gone, one might want a redo
yet it is important to understand we do
have opportunity always just ahead
to recreate, to reaffirm, to be virtue lead.
A weekend gone, and summertime as well
we have tapped into another state of tell
when suddenly our lives have much matter
for the presence of another is a next ladder.
We walk, we talk, we have similar paths ahead
yet inside a dream we still might be easily lead.
I wonder if it is so easy to recognize
the sweet recall of one time being heard,
when it could be felt,
when word might resonate,
walking along a creek,
listening, the water gurgling forward,
a purpose, a design, an always,
the quiet remedy to a vacant stare
watching, wondering, hoping,
for some reason to pop out of the water
look me in the eye,
suggest the body of life
is the constant flow,
that no matter how far we trail our lives
there is always going to be a need
to continue seeking reason
we stay afloat,
watch the channels change,
the soil erupt from a pressure beyond
only a part of the whole.
I did hear a scream,
It wasn’t a city street
A forest it would seem
To hold so many sound
The wind had calmed
Now in the distant mystique
A cry could be the sound.
An animal I would surmise
Caught in the moonlit stars
A bright horizon left exposed
This creature of the night,
Was simply pre-disposed
To use the carrying sound
To warn the world around.
Haven’t really known a way
Beyond the cover of my chance
I’m listening to the ground,
Yet only when I’m told
The locks have been changed
No new keys to be found,
You’re on your own, is Man.
A creature wild in the deep would
Forever find solace what calls wood.
It is a summer night now to be sure
My mind is beyond always elsewhere here
I wonder listen to the bullfrog near
Lily pad in fiction’s eerie picture
I wait for the silence of night rhythm
Tells me of some other creature nearby
A passing wolf, perhaps more fox in sly
Quiet wood serenade in Nature’s hymn
Sheltered in a structure deep in forest
A man imagines life is elsewhere now
Though tell me natural sound like this how
Often we forget this simple task best
There’s a beaver pond outside my window
Tells me life begins well beyond my know
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