Some Fake Sheets for November 2006

Our Song

2006-11-27T14:46:00.000-08:00

In November

2006-11-27T07:38:00.000-08:00

In November
There are turning ways
The darkish light ember
Of winter days
Nocturnal cold meeting
In silence nightfall
The spirit pleating
For some inner call

Old days to remember
From heart and mind
The start of December
Its frosty rivers brined
Slowly to open the sky
For the months ahead
Meeting air frost dries
Into the darkish dread

The wintry ways
In its relegation pale
Dim darkish grays
In gardens now stale
How time passes by
In its complications
The fulminate that die
Sleep of inspirations

Thinking of Love

2006-11-27T04:06:00.000-08:00

Thinking of love
While the night goes by
Like the stars above
Faraway and high
You and I for now
With feelings inside
Supply of greatest endow
To hit one's stride

Thinking much of you
While I wait the day
Seeing in dawn's blue
Face of its many fey
Love is here around
So much everywhere
In the twilight found
Corners coming clear

Touching my dream
Is the light awakening
Golden sunup beam
All is bright coming
Shining through hours
With its tempting luck
Mighty coruscate powers
Never one way stuck

Winter Stars

2006-11-17T19:05:00.000-08:00

Winter stars
So faraway into the blue
Like river sandbars
In its faraway view
I feel so close to them
When I'm standing alone
For each their diadem
From past that's shone

Playful cloud nine
So dark and moving on
Each night in shine
And to mystic drawn
Entertaining loneliness
Through winter's way
Each thought you enmesh
In your glistening play

Newfangled view
Before morning arrives
Yesterdays to queue
The remains that survives
They live in a world
That yet is to come
When span's been unfurled
Inside its small stadium