ghosts of Summers past
trapped
in yesterday
cannot feel the Summer sun
that shines
on me today
ghosts of Summers past,
haunted
in restless dreams.
calling out
in troubled sleep
with distant, muted screams.
ghosts of Summers past
fervently implore,
to feel
soft Summer breezes
on a moonlit
Summer shore.
ghosts of Summers past
from all
my yesteryears,
remember what it feels like
to cry
September tears
for all the Summers past.
you walked through the door,
the first to enter.
I don’t know what for
but my heart skipped a beat.
you were pushing
your way past the day,
when every moment
would start out this way,
I can’t help it,
I can’t stop it,
my heart has a mind of it’s own.
but I know
if I saved all the beats that
were skipped
I
could love you forever
you walked through the door,
and into my life.
how do things like that happen?
I began floating,
leaving my feet.
no longer anchored
as my heart skipped a beat.
I can’t help it,
I can’t stop it,
my heart has a mind of it’s own.
but I know
if I saved all the beats that
were skipped
I
could love you forever
Shirley Horn – Once I Loved
love is the saddest thing
when it goes away…
remember how quiet
it used to be?
silence,
blessed silence,
as you were lying
next to me.
you whispered
“deep in my heart,
there are still
pieces unbroken,
caught in-between
words left unspoken.
someday,
they’ll awake,
to offer up
themselves to break
into fragments
much smaller
than the smallest form
of cruelty.
will I then be free
to allow you to
love me”?
tethered
to another time
when gentle breezes blew
the curtained lace in window panes
that belonged
to me and you
Summer in a shell
upon a Southern shore.
knowing there is no one
who ever wanted you more,
I wait.
I wait
for the tide,
for the forces
of gravity
to somehow bring
you 2 me.
A wild heart of Summer
today is on the wing
looking for the Summer sun
with a Summer song to sing
A wild heart of Summer
gone, I know not where
I have this mark upon my heart
to tell me it was here
where are we going?
Some people never say the words
I love you
It’s not their style
To be so bold
Some people never say those words
I love you
But like a child they’re longing
To be told
there are pieces of you
that would find
their way into my heart.
seeping from my mind
surreptitiously.
pulling up roots,
following a path
long abandoned.
what will become of you
then?
taking up residence,
a ventricular flat.
barging past
signs that say
you can’t do that.
a process of which
I cannot halt
certain that none of this
is my fault
I know I’ll be paying.
how long
did you say
you were staying?
Back to the Monastery 