Ava's Bay

I must hurry said the pen to hand

There is a fleeting promise

To bring this grand scene to life

The moving waters that tell so much

And hold the eye in fascination so full

That the world seems to revolve

Fade in and then dissolve

As the waters churn and spray air burns away

resolved in the sun, while so close

The calm, the sea at rest

It is a story of a simple strand

A finger’s tip of dry land

Where earth stubbornly lifts tiny sands

To make a wall against the force of tides

It is a place where time divides

Peace and fury

Above the unseemly fray

A woman’s eyes discover this day

And uncover a bit of mystery

To pass as if hand to hand, lovingly

The miracle of a moment that stays

In the eyes and thoughts - -  this charmed bay

And then as if the magic were not enough

It passes to the hearts, piercing through rough

News and views of the world’s troubles…

Yet so many chances for the good for all,

A reminder that great power is sometimes small

We gain faith when we touch and agree

Like a tiny piece of land, tames an angry sea

just this way

Dancing through my day

Moving as only you may’

cutting off the words I might say

As my eyes take in your glances

Your gentle sway entrances

As you dance through my dreams

Wide awake and you are there it seems

All the world fades into gray

As you alone, dance through my day

What if all the world’s a play

And its poor players fade away

This moment has arrived, to say

I hope you will stay… just this way

Dancing through my day,  taking my chance

like sun and clouds at play, in wide expanse

as time wanders and thoughts drift down stream

and the red sun deepens into a radiant beam

you speak words that I could only  pray

in this Dream, dancing through my day

a flower in spring

There is a mystery to love
denied unto hatred, which proceeds
from the lack of care.
it is the the bounty and wonder of the sea
reduced to the fill of a dime-store saucer
so diminshed is the life given to hatred.

it is real so much as love is ephemeral
hatred is a brick bound in mortar
within an impassable wall
but it is beause of its solid strength
its ground in the real world
that it fails the eternal tests

hatred passes away, it dies with
the infected lives, it goes to feed
uncaring worms, and it returns
as a flower in spring, a thing
like few others
that inspires Love.

coffee...

an ache in the morning
empty stomach feeling
and the flat aspect of the blink-in curve
seems steep, a hard climb
from agile dreams to sleepy waking

an ache that vacillates
with a greater laziness, for there are steps
and unclimbed steps
between me and warm steam

it matters little, the form of the warm
it could as well be tea or latte, for the ache
has an accustomed cure
pure satisfaction, a warmed-over smile
and then, the ladder of morning becomes
a glide step across a dance floor

idyl spring

 the young girl
wide-eyed curiousity...
watching cats mate

a single robin-
amid a flock of graeckles
songs lost in a throng

in spring gusts-
a woman's short skirt...
finding my lost thought

an April moon

Swelled low, gliding in the east,  a glow
that swallows budding trees and spike-top spires
to redefine a man made forest adorned
by bare branched signs of spring.

I have seen you before but never
through the thoughts of this day
the seeds of doubt that fly full born
were not yet blossomed in that season last
you were the harbinger of a reluctant winter's end

I hear the same songs, and can clearly see
they too mean so much more, and time has this;
a way of showing the softened grip we have,
as we squeeze harder to hold each passing day

and you, golden chariot
of a high ride across night sky
of tomorrow you speak not, and it is well...
for you are enough, in beauty

to transform darkness into
fascination with a gem.

a pause in the dream

There was a prelude in the dream

Seeming  rise of curtain as day fell to night

eyes gained deeper sight than the world without

and words came like scattered crows

cawing through low mists and fog, as

searching hearts seek to roost

in folds of warmth

thoughts sparkle like stars then fade, fall

like meteor flash remembered for a brightened dash

as sky heals its burns, gone to night from night

and the dream turns to strange and undefined ways

to days I would overturn

bound by time, the slow chains that drag

the same bright wings that soar

there was a pause in the dream, and

the world made woman, and from woman

it distilled a splendid dose of forever

and at the end of the dream

I steeped in those deep rivers

Flowed in love, a woman’s eyes

so little left unsaid

I write spare lines
for it is about love; I have spent
my words on the other side of man
when he acts the role of beast
I have worn my eyes with sights
that will not forget me- nor relieve my wish
they never were

I have refused to cover my ears
when the howling winds drove through
all creation, to barely imitate
the quake of the spirit
when there is nothing to save--no place to stand
and the rock gives up its pretense

I write spare lines
for it is larger within
than the scope of everything
that was done wrong,  for it is love
spare and lean, so little left unsaid;
as only the purpose of life
can be, and  it need fill nothing more
than an eternity.

Author Notes

Inspired by:

Love Song

~BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS