Final Lament
Sadder
than the world's end ...
a clown, after midnight,
playing a gypsy violin
in mime.
TRIAD echoes
These three
we hear loudest:
the moment before birth ...
the whispers of our heart ... that last
soft breath.
* In response to Adelaide Crapsey's TRIAD.
Les Champs Elysees
Even
in Paradise,
through all my sunlit days,
I would still close my eyes - and dream
you there.
Falcon Dream
Again
the dream takes flight.
Above the wrinkled world
I soar through sunlit skies, then close
my wings
and fall,
a thunderbolt from far heavens,
aflame with one desire -
to rest on her
gloved hand.
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Amaze Vol.
3, No. 2 Fall 2004 & Winter 2005
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These poems are Copyright © 2005 by Michael L.
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