Waterfall
Waterfall
“Hearts awry
Wary ghostly grasp
Weary lonely gasp
Yet I can’t hold
Enclasp”
The night is silence, old heart awry in sombre songs, barren sea memories and smitten kisses remembered. The wary ghostly grasp the quiet night, the deadly echoes spring into my quiet mind.
Did I do enough?
Reaching the last tavern at the dead end road,
weary lonely gasp written into a private journal.
Did I find Kosinski ending? Hemingway last breathe?
Is the hush of silent, blessing or hell?
Yet I can’ hold on to yesterday,
I can’t enclasp today and I can’t stop tomorrow.
I wish I could cry tears like a waterfall,
releasing a million miles of the black light, the dark light.
Stand naked and fearless,
and I know.
Us men,
we killed the things he loved and he cannot die.
we learn too late,
the dead can’t rise and broken hearten lady, always remember.
“Hearts awry
Wary ghostly grasp
Weary lonely gasp
Yet I can’t hold
Enclasp”
Begotten, forgotten,
bleeding, screaming,
dying, lying.
Love that whither cannot be re-planted and
brought back to life.
The even-song is sad and jazzy.
Old Poet wrote.
The dead can’t rise.
Dancing Coyote
Such truth in this: “Love that whither cannot be re-planted and
brought back to life”. Wonderful work, John.
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