Dancing on the roof.
I recommend
If couples comprehend
The dancing life
To try it....
In the twilight, on the roof
Any night.
I will not tell
To break the spell
If you both fell
From the roof
Into love.
The master.
I was master of the tools,
The hammer, screw and nut.
Fashioning gears and spindles fine,
To make a clock I cut.
But now that it is finished
And hangs, ticking on my wall
I no longer am the master
For it is time who now does rule.
He enslaves the maker’s life
Governing it with steely hands.
Ruthless are his ghostly powers
As he ticks through ageing lands.
Old Shoe.
Old shoe, sole and heel.
With studded tip and toe,
There your wandering footsteps
Where the pavements flow.
Your many eyes and laces neat
Walking, strolling in the street.
Silent tongue, is it so wise
That cannot speak unto the skies?
Yet, what would you say of life,
This darkened leather of the knife?
Would you speak of tramping days,
Where the tarry road ran free?
Walking, pacing all awhile
Yard by yard and mile by mile.
In the Summer’s dust and grime
Or thro’ the snows of Winter time.
What a merry mile has passed
As the right and left where cast.
Forward, onward to the grave
Tombstones that your way did pave.
Or speak of times when on the beat
Comfort to those flattened feet.
Round the block and round again
Squeaking leather under strain.
Ah yes, what days indeed
From which forever, you are freed.
Now within this shed you lay
Resting from the cobbled way.
Old shoe, tip and toe
With leathered heel and soul
There your wandering footsteps
Into the past does stroll.
Passing time.
A clock threw seconds at me
Which I lazily dropped
And they fell into the past
Lost forever.
Jewels.
A diamond cut and shaped
By hand
Will not understand
Does not live,
Would not give,
Such blinding flashes
As those jewels
Behind the lashes
Of my love.
Snow Flake.
Winters day and snowing
White the countryside
With a million flakes and more
Beside.
At my window
Upon the virgin sill
One single flake of snow
Arrived.
A special flake
This tracery in frost
With fine patterned pictures
Criss crossed.
Of all infinity designs
Five studded jewel
With gracious geometry
Defined.
No other would I cherish
My heart will only love
But this special jewel
From above.
Yet when the thaw begins
This jewel will fade away
But in my loving memory
Forever stay.
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