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Mist
The soft cooling mist,
sweetest breath of the morning.
Inhale a new day!
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Sunset
The warmth of the day
slips into the night's softness.
Exhaling sunset...
Her:
I struck a match, lit the candle
Shadows showed me my love
Warm, waiting, smiling
I paused to absorb
Feelings of love flooded me
Overwhelmed my meager nerves
Frozen in the spark in your eye,
bird to your snake I stood.
Then, bidden, I moved to you
Him:
The darkness was swept aside
as you flickered in matchlight
the flare subsided, to candle glow
my breath with it.
Matchlight flared, I gasped aloud
your beauty shone in the glare
Candle-glow shadows on your skin
my breath deepened in the warmth of it.
Exclusion
by john p reed
I am wearied by hearing
that my friends doing things
without me talk about
how they really miss
all the things we used to do
how they really wish
we could be together more
how they really want
to be more with me
how they really do like
to be around me.
What you don't remember is
that you do exclude me
inconsiderately, by not remembering
how you really miss
all the things we used to do
how you really wish
that we could be together more
how you really want
to be more with me
how you really do like
to be around me.
To make those phrases true
you only have to do as I do,
you need only to remember
how I really miss
all the things we used to do
how I really wish
that we could be together more
how I really want
to be more with you
how I really do like
to be around you.
These Eyes
by John P Reed
These eyes the ones
I catch you staring at
you say are windows to eternity
the very eyes you once fell into
have seen so much of love
that they shine with it
even when I can't feel
love going out or coming in
my eyes are not windows
to my soul or anything else
they do not open anymore
they simply are never closed
they have seen death and life
and so much in-between
that I cannot even find words
for the parallels they see now
I see things that you
and you and yes even you
do not dream exist
wouldn't want to know do
You could not face them
if I showed them to you
and they are terribly
horribly beautiful
that's why my eyes
dance and smile
in the face of all
of the gods twisted irony
not at the joy of it,
but at the inevitability
of your eyes one day
seeing these things too
knowing this my eyes smile
love shines out of these eyes
knowing that this visage
will one day be yours too
Wandering Feet
by john p reed
2008.01.08
A life of false-starts excused
as exploring the many paths to myself.
Direction-less, wandering feet carried me
everywhere but where I wanted to go.
Searching for the warmth of the nest,
I traveled into the depths of me.
Decrying myself I recoiled
from the solitude I saw there.
The simple truth is that in the end
I am, and always will be, alone.
I laugh at my self-deception and, I think
I understand God just a little bit more.
The Icy Winds of December
by john p reed
2007.12.10
She waits in my future
a time when we have conquered
our solitary struggle
Yet, somewhere today my love walks
under the same winter sky
in the icy winds of December.
I wish I could know that
the surety of my soul
is mirrored in her's, and
that she truly understand
that she doesnt walk alone
in the icy winds of December.
Time
by john p reed
Oasis [a passing wish]
A few seconds, that stretch into moments, into hours....
I would inhale you breathe you as you lay sleeping.
I would if I could, spend these moments tracing sunlight's dappled patterns
on your skin with fingertips rife with the scent of our loving.
Willing you to wake, open-eyed wonder at our nearness,
eyes smiling in shared remembrance.
a few seconds, that stretch into moments, into hours....
Gentle and loving the morning would be
Cherry Crumbs
You used to come for coffee
and tell me of your dreams,
of the loves in your life
and the broken bones.
I never spoke of my dreams
I just listened and made cherry tarts
You ate them and left little crumbs
When you left I kissed them from the table
