Colors

Colors of the rainbow, a sky of blue and gold

Memories of love words, dreams were born of old,

Meadows in the morning, green and lush as spring,

Youth in all its beauty, the suns that laughter brings.

Colors of the rainbow reflected in your face

Fragile wings on fairy backs, lots of virgin lace.

Meadows in the noontime, all turned brown with heat,

Rustling with the breezes through a patch of yellow wheat.

Colors of the rainbow start slipping through my head,

Staring at the starlight, wanting suns instead.

Mysteries in the twilight that shine and dim for you,

Life with all its wonders, a sky of gold and blue.

Echoes

In the velvet dusk of twilight

A planet in the sky,

I heard your gentle laughter

Before you called goodbye.

In the blueness of the twilight

The moon shines up above

Hark - whisperings of yesterday -

Of half-forgotten love.

High on Words

After our long conversations

our theories

and our arguments

concerning war and

science and emotions

and reality

after all the hours

spent in endless talk

Your words and mine

touching floating

in the air

Do you suppose

anyone else knows

how often we have

made love with our words?

Similes

We fell into our

relationship

like a jumper

without his parachute

and we slid into

marriage

like a Porsche

on black ice

And it isn't

so easy

to end it all.

It's hard to

climb out of

a well

without a ladder.

A Song to Sing

I watched the children laugh and play

I watched them all day long

But though I tried my very best

I could not learn their song.

I walked all day with trees and clouds

I listened to the birds

But though I tried my very best

I could not hear the words.

I walked all day with those I love

I walked with strangers too

And now I know a gentle truth -

The song you best can sing is you.