fly free

Good by old friend,
One day we will be one again,
But just now i have no time, i leave you idle and allow your neglect.
I am a useless friend to you, and i am sorry.
So, for now you are free to fly amongst the universe.
and when i call you back to me i only hope that you will come.

truth

i am lost.................

Needs

I need your arms your tender kiss
I need your voice your whispered wish
I need your warmth your strength your tenderness
to feel you breath hot and wet on my cold neck
to see myself through your eyes and know my love your by my side
hand in hand untill the end
I miss you so
Come safe home......

Grandma Cleo

"Speak up love" She says as she pulls a thin cigarette from the top pocket of her old tattered pink dressing gown. "Her name is Mellisa." Her soft yellowing blue eyes dart down to the small peach colored woolen blanket in my arms. "Mellisa? very nice name dear. Very...Modern." I lift the blanket exposing the fluff of black hair crowning my baby's head. Mellisa opens her eyes as the cool breeze catches her face. The cigarette falls to the ground with the scattering of leaves. "May I...May I hold her" She stammers, eyes wide. I gently lower my baby into her frail thin arms. "she's......beautiful!" a small tear slips from her old sad eyes, "Pretty baby, hello child, i am your great great grandmother, what's her name again dear?" A sparkle hints beneath her aged stare.
"Mellisa." My baby opens her wide brown eyes and flutters her long eyelashes, her rosie cheeks dimple with her waking smile. "She's lovely, lovely baby, i wish i could see you grow, lovely baby." My baby laughs as a salty tear splashes her nose. "I'm sorry dear, i can't holder her, can you take her she's too heavy.....good by beautiful child....."

Red Ribbon Lass

Brown hair tied in red ribbon lass, catch the shy blue eyes of the lad.

He sits in silence, toes in sand while the ocean calls she’s close at hand.

And on the salty wind her song lifts lightly in bright melody.

She walks in sunshine seaming unaware of the lad who’s blue eyes glare,

jealous of the salty airs that kiss her cheeks so sweet and fair.

The ocean roars his heart to wake, but his feet can only quake,

and his toes dig deeper into the safety of the sandy shore.  

Gulls flying overhead soar to their evening bed.

Sun begins to sink below, blue sky’s blush and water glows.

She sits upon the tallest rock, her voice becomes a symphony.

The warmth of day begins to fade, and a sharp new wind blows westerly.

He lifts his feet from the deep cool sand, to search for firewood to warm his hands.

Small blue flames begin to bite, as sun sleeps and the stars begin their flight.

She gives her song out to the sea, the dark waters take it willingly,

and now she’s lost from his sight as there is no moon to give her light.

                                                                                                                                

Though the fire crackles on he feels his heart begin to morn.

He lost his chance, his only one, it went away with the sun.

And as a tear escapes his eyes, brown hair flickers by the fireside.

Her small soft hand touch his face, a laugh a kiss, a sweet embrace.     

She sung her song to call him near, he did not come, his love she feared,

and as the sun began to sink her song rung out to bring his feet.

When at last he did not come, her heart was empty the song was sung.

But then a glimpse of blue light flashed her heart fire kindled off she dashed.

By the fire his blue eyes fill her heart, hand in hand they will never part.

Brown hairs loose and red ribbon slips free, off on the west wind out to the bitter sea.

Henderson&Henderson Accounting&Tax

11x2.12+4.8+9x12+86.73
I can smell the coffee as it cools on my desk.
187+13.68x34+12.56x227
Sad 80's saxophone music breaks the silence as the elevator door opens.
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"Hello."
I look up at the tall stranger in his boring black suit white shirt and brown tie. His blue eyes hazed over, uninterested. The beige on beige decor of the office reflecting the emptiness of our meeting.
"Mr Henderson?" His deep strong voice questions as he leans over my desk. "Accounting, or tax?" "Tax." "Third door on the left." He turns, trading his briefcase from his right hand to his left and straitening his brown tie. As he walks down the beige hallway towards the beige office of Mr Peter beige Henderson, his blond hair is stirred by the air-conditioning, tousling some prematurely gray strands over his face. I catch a glimpse of his battered gold watch as he wipes the hair away from his eyes. I note his clean well ironed suit is slightly too short for him and a few years out of style, clearly purchased secondhand or borrowed for this appointment. It wont help him; Mr Henderson cares only for numbers and efficiency. I vaguely hope to myself that he is hear to interview for the new position. If he is here on tax business and is already down on his luck, Mr Henderson is not going to improve things for him. I turn back to Mrs Chin's Bookkeeping. I wish she would write things out instead of just handing me a fistful of receipts at the end of every financial year. 18X22+56x87.45+100x44+58.55x32

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It's like a shadow lurking in the corner of my eye
I see it when my mind is most at ease
I hear it in the dawn and dusk
It's enchanted song plays for me in the moon lit breeze
I hear it in the crash of the waves to the sand
I smell it in the cold salted air as it stings my face
I dream of it all night, but loose it as i wake
Then it begins to gnaw at the edges of my thoughts
Like something important I've forgotten
A debt I've jet to pay?
An appointment that I've missed?