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PALE BLUE PUDDLES

The little dog is gone, the little dog is gone,
and all that remains of him is the memory
of a coat of moss-green, with a few leaves,
and the little stump of a tail.

But the dog was there upon one sun’s first rays kissing hills,
and send the ripples of their rays through the pale blue puddles.

They are nocturnal folk, and they live, and have their days in the
dark and their nights In the dark.

But I know not who they are, Nor where they live, nor what they do,
Nor where they come from, nor where they go.

But I know the wind With one another, out of doors, In the shade of the trees.
Their fires, like those of men, Are small and swift and soon are cold;
And when the evening is gone And the night-shadows are upon them,
They light their fires again, And sleep by day, and by night and when the
day is gone And the night-shadows are upon them, They light their fires
again, and sleep by day, and by night.

They are like men in the winter when they have their feet bare, and
the snow is deep, And their hats and their coats are all but mended,
And their boots have holes in them. And they walk with their heads bent,
And look about them like so many old men, And speak to each other in whispers.
They are like men in the winter When they have their feet bare, and the snow is deep,

And their hats and their coats are all but mended, And their boots have holes in them.
And they walk with their heads bent And speak to each Sleep by day and by night.

The nightingales are still sleeping, And all the silent crickets and frogs are
out in the garden at the dusk’s last.

The owl is dreaming by the brook And the field-mice on the farm are fast asleep
in the wall.

The moon is a light, fair-shining stone That hangs in the dark hollow That glows when the stars have fled. And I know that the silent people Who live in that lonely house
Are wondering and wondering what I am doing in the twilighT. In the dusk’s long dark.

I am sitting alone in the dark, And I am thinking that I am The child of that land that is gone, That has vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls, And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed. I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart On that disused and forgotten road that has no dust-bath now for the toad.

Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart; the whippoorwill is coming to shout and hush and cluck and flutter about:

I hear him begin far enough away full many a time to say his say before he arrives to say it out.

It is under the small, dim, summer star.

I know not who these mute folk are who share the unlit place with me– those stones out under the low-limbed tree.

Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.

They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,

Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,– with none among them that ever sings,
and yet, in view of how many things, as sweet companions as might be had.

The sun’s first rays kiss the hill, and send the ripples of their rays through
the pale blue puddles.

They are nocturnal folk, and they live, with one another, out of doors.

:: 04.23.2021 ::


H A L V E S

WHEN the heart breaks
into halves,
what then left? Not a sigh
nor a laugh;
a cleaving of Soul or
perhaps?
the need for Nature
—- it’s glory & beauty
covers grief —
the Spirit surpass!

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EPRobles c 2019


LIKE AN ANGEL

On the cover everything seems so swell
but …

Like a ghost from nowhere
Like a hole that’s lost
it’s whole

Feeling my soul isn’t going
anywhere

And within your heart
I wish to be

Like an angel hovering
above the storm

Like a gift to the pagans
and ruined by runes

Oh, yes it is
Oh, I’ll wait
for you

I’ll wait for you…

Like an angel singing
to all of heaven

Like a throat so sore
as though each moment
is a song to sing

I love the way you
are my sweetest heart
And forever it will be.

:: 12-26-2017 ::


BERCEUSE OF LOVE

Close your eyes my love.
Hush and i’ll catch all
of your tears while you
dream.

Summer comes, so soon
with the warmth of union
and now rest in peace,
so sleep.

My dear, say how much you
feel; so tired — everyday
giving life so others
rest within peace.

Everything will be alright
when you rest in peace;
so sleep — and if there’s
one thing i’ve shown you
… give love to us,
give love to us.

Hope i’ve shown you
Hope i’ve shown you
Hope i’ve shown all;

That all my love, within
my arms so tight.
So too, I drift off
into your world, that
you give love also to
us — that you give love
to us.

Let’s give love to us.

So hush, my love.
Sleep so tight tonight.

:: 12-14-2017 ::


WHERE THE EARTH ENDS OH WHERE!

Where Earth ends oh where!
By the furthest shores?
By the cusp of a volcano?
By the edge of ship’s fall?

The unknown is not met dear
Until your lips touch mine
For the waves lap shores
For the volcano burns hot
For the ship has sails!

And our hearts — the golden
Ratio of divine proportion
And our thoughts the fabric
Of wakeful dreams so dream

We do!
We do!
We do!

Where Earth ends it ends
It ends within the space
Of our eternal hearts
It ends within the 7th wave
Of a message sent by love
It ends boiling as lava
Which flows between hands
And it ends at the bow

As our journey by the front
As our love by the front
As our dreams first my love

Our paradise is the lovely
Where angels weep gently
For the grace of our love
By the truth of all things
Namely the love of us!

:: 09-20-2017 ::


THE NIGHT’S PURSE

The last of a songbird’s notes have fallen into the night’s purse,
and you have known my dances are behind shadows where some of
me has hidden to heal or die.

It seems there are no truths but only dirt and tears and at last
the only remaining mouth that spills songs into hearts
and tender arms is yours my love.

Where we exist there are no stationary objects but a wide orbit
that entertains the unknowable; to feel the butterfly awaken
is an infinite joy stooped upon the vast spirals of our Cathedral.

This love, our love, is universal and eternal.

Forever yours!

:: 07-12-2017 ::


O BLUEDARK WHY LASTING

O blueDark why lasting Ever
splish-as-echoic budded by
her beautiful i’s is wise When 
upon the bleeding last drop light ~ 
 my life Chord shivers burning icePas-
shouldn’t we kiss each other’s fireBor-
 nMoods before dri pp ing Time 
drops squenchPinch this moment.

:: 04-16-2017 ::

G R E A T L O V E

TOO soon too soon
my love my lover
too broad to wide
is such love
my lover
over fields that gold
above hills so high
we drove each other
toward the other side
said i, “i do”
said you, “i did”
and flew us two
beyond the weight of
life
too soon too soon
my love my lover
before you chanced
to place a flower
within my hair
‘no fear my love,
upon this side i own
fields of flowers’
:: 09-15-2015 ::


THIS HEART BLEEDS TRUE

ALLOW me to bend my knee
upon my impediments
that wish i alteration
for this thing called love
which is wish bending remover
to remove:

O no! Do not fool that heart
which experiences floods and
dangerous winds of looks
it is the star to every look
a wandering life too good
to last — obfuscate!
whose worth’s unknown my bee
tasting sweet honey heart
–the ‘all of me’ i say
true stay true for you
where time is not love’s fool
where dreams though through
my mind: rosy lips and cheeks
within my bending knee
bleeding/bending the flittered
wings of angels’s compass come;
where love does not alter time
in brief hours but between
sweet kisses of this love
— of ours!

:: 09-11-2015 ::


TO HAVE SEEN THE PATH BEYOND THE VEIL, APPREHENSIVELY

TO have seen the path beyond the veil, apprehensively
somewhere I have walked, the promise within those eyes
of you and their silence:  the strongest-frail wish
by pursed lips of gesture are things that invite me,
but as perfect as a star too far to have ever touched

and intellect and that beauty and richest soul tells me
you can easily unclose me like the sun to a rose whose
petals are saved by a grand presence of golden light
that if, by chance, my heart has not already made flight
toward the sun in all my delirious wishful needs!

but if (which is a big sounding word “IF”) we choose
to be together like space and time which if i were
that rose would beautifully invite entwined meaning
:to include love — which glues all the scattering
unimaginable pieces of all things into one

i would wish and might and say and sing:

“Marigold!  Marigold!  What richest color that touches
me and my soul!”

:: 07-16-2015 ::