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The day called to me,
And I found a river.
Ask of you.
It did not know your name.
The water lapped soothingly,
Like your words calling, echoing,
From a far off distance.
The exchange brought me peace.
Occasionally a boater passed,
As many strange people
In our lives apart.
Giving us diversions from one another.
The surf mounted
As the vessels pushed,
Forcefully cutting the calm,
Hurling through the rippling wake.
The sun danced majestically
From the spectral arrays.
At last I felt taken again
I had touched a part of you.
No relief from the longing.
An unquenchable thirst,
The need for you drove me
Desperately in further search.
A quiet pond called my
Weary soul to rest
And query a while the thoughts of you
So driving to my mind.
The fish called enticingly
For my fleshly bait.
But with the game came no satisfaction.
There was no sport any more.
Jumping in the water,
Teasing me with their playfulness,
Only to see a blind eye
That could recognize only your spirit.
Other fishermyn looking for a catch,
Moving to different spots
To get the best,
And most advantageous vantage point.
Music in the distance,
Intrudes my solo space.
I do not recognize it,
As your voice, crooning my soul.
The leaves slowly turning red,
As my heart bleeds
For you to appear.
Your image blank in unfamiliar faces.
Shedding the days without you.
People crowd the banks.
Onlookers of the lonely time
Spent without your love.
I get a chill,
Sitting here all alone,
Waiting for you to warm me.
Yet, your body does not come.
The sun is my friend now,
It gives me shadows to hide
From the hungry lookers,
Of other souls, not mine.
The cricket chirps joyfully,
High praises of you,
Passed on through relatives.
But from where, he did not know.
Nearer to the water,
Hoping to see the face of my love.
Again a chilling shiver
Sighting my own aging reflection.
Growing older without you.
My search grows more rapid,
As necessity prevails.
Wanting every minute possible.
Planning for more excursions.
Hoping to find,
The one I've pursued so long,
My soul mate.
The lone wolf
Travels through night
His hunger and emptiness
Pushes his flight.
Through forests and valleys
Thickets and streams.
A lonesome trek
To substantiate his means.
Alas the smell
Of the weak and defenseless.
A glimmer of hope
To sharpen his senses
He stalks as his sonar
Picks up the scent
Of a defenseless creature
Whose life was soon spent.
On his approach
He looks all around.
In a forest of many
He hears not a sound.
His fear intensifies
As he makes his steps.
But the hunger he feels
Has never reached these depths.
His radar aroused
Fear in his throat
As he sees a plump rabbit
Hung by a rope.
He walks up slowly
And smells of the ground.
With one more precaution
He makes his last round.
He leaps for his prey
In final delight.
And falls into a trap
Which cuts like a knife.
The cold steel jaws
Firmly grip his limb.
With his last supper
His life grows dim.
The silence was deathly
In the air.
As she rang the note
Of final despair.
The wavering feelings
Of lost then found.
Were finally making
Their last go rounds.
A promising whisper
Or a flicker of light
The final grasp
For hope lost sight.
The meaning of life
She understood.
One more step
Was gone for good.
Where was promise
In this turbulent time
Probably somewhere
She had passed down the line
Just to awake
And face it again
She lost the strength
She did not know when.
Oh lord can you hear me,
My wishes so far
I quest for an answer
Which floats on your star.
To whom am I speaking
And do you receive
A whisper, a blink
An answer soon please
Oh lord, please take my waning mind
From this judgement time
For soon you shall find
My weary soul in the salvation line
We let each other down in real life,
Whether intentionally or not.
Promises are made to be broken,
We have to give what we have got.
It doesn't always seem quite enough,
Just to do your utmost best.
Because our faces are constantly changing,
And real life is just a calculational test.
The only thing that's mystical,
Becomes the soul that wants.
Yearning may be the ultimate answer,
And life's lessons the carnivores that taunt.
Invariably we all most go forth,
Into the dark bleak unknown.
Leaving behind the yearnings of real life,
Abandoning the wanters, and hopefully going home.
Passing of seemingly endless time,
Denies us many fruitful deeds done.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Now set, with the slowly dying sun.
Enormity engulfs
Nature absorbs, and retains-
Pounding fury
Drives the masses.
Cries beckon,
To whom?
Continuing force,
Tides of all illusions.
The choice is ours among us-
To make reality reform,
And only then, will we see -
That though death, life is born.
We grow strength from others-
This can be assured.
But, do we all appreciate-
What life endures.
Only together can we unify-
Teach our children well.
Time will take this passage-
And old ideas will go to hell.
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