By Archie

Giving Away

Giving Away
Dreaming, sleeping
the wind is sweeping
what I know to be, away

Today -so real
as moments peel
all that I know, away

Bright eyes are yearning
the seasons- burning
everything I know, away

All the living
breathing, giving
giving all I know, away.

 

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Winter Trail

At the very edge of my world
where the railing is ice cold,
where the crowd once crept along
it is snowing and hailing
and the wind whistles its chilling song.
At the very lip of the edge of my world
I find you there, too.

Am I at the beginning of your world?
I'm suddenly startled by your presence.
reaching, but my grasp is failing
at last, I'm just able to touch those days
those days that are the trail we knew.

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These and other works can be read at my paz on Ootay at the top of the hill above the boardwalk.