The End of Summer Roses

Vampyres . . .

"Requiem" from Van Syla's album "Goodbye"

Original review by Orangeupurple for the album: 

As I walk along this lifeline
I see the shadowy beginnings
and I hear the tearful goodbyes . . .
The march of time
goes slowly by
rending what we hold most dear . . .
This temporal place
these bloody shreds
We cling to in despair . . .
Dance with me my beloved
for we soon must say
goodbye
Hold my hand my love
and look into my eyes
I see myself inside of you . . .
and you within my heart
you are forever there
although,
we must be apart …

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"Beginning of a Journey" by Yumi Kurosawa on Magnatune
Original and creative . .  this work is exotic with unique placement of instruments and a creative expression of peace and sublimity . . 






    Beginning of a Journey by Yumi Kurosawa

The Voyage of the Damned

Rushing, as I walked to
accomplish my errands . . .
upon
turning a corner I saw
in the distance
a goal. . .
my destination.

The street seemed so far away,
and as I progressed I anxiously watched
as it never seemed to get nearer
and then . . .

I realized I was missing
the moment
and all the barely encompassed
here in the now . . .

I was missing
the golden glow of the fall leaves,
expiring against a silver bright sky. . .
I was missing the
Mandelbrot patterns around me,
the pine needles
arrayed on the damp ground . . .
the sounds of music,
the tone of birds . . .
and the scrunch of my feet against
the gravel on the ground,
each tiny rock a crystal bell . . .

I was missing . .
the steamy smiles of
passers by,
and the breath of freedom . . . .

As the goal
became just another passing moment. . .
I retrieved my treasures
like scarlet leaves
collected in a wicker basket . . .
and held in awe 
what senses,
reaching out like tentacles,
exploring the depths
and the heights . . .
were able to harvest
against the coming storms . . .

What is my goal in the end,
but death,
and a moldering
away in a grave
unsuited to
deep breaths of
Autumn flavored air . . .

************

An Autumn Moment

The leaves flutter down,
gasping a last refrain,
with colors reminiscent of a Turkish
carpet, arrayed on overgrown grassy lawns
and
clinging like starfish
facing their new horizons,
they feel the flesh of the soil
with splayed fingers,
slowly growing numb . . .
as molds fringe the brittle
textures, scraping away the flesh
to leave a fragile lacy pattern
of veins . . . slowly, slowly . . .
gazing sadly at the stars . . .
as they twirl away in their
nightly dance
across indigo skies . .

The scuffed toe of my boot
skitters through the leaves
committing some to their utter destruction,
and arbitrarily sending others
back into a flight
on Autumn breezes. . .
The cold reaches fingers
up my nose
and the laughter of
children is heard
in the distance . . .

*********************

The Interim

We are closer than we think .. .. ..
we are in the same universe
the same corner of the galaxy
on the same side of the sun
on that turquoise blue planet
in the center of the universe
where all the best happens .. .. ..
we are closer than we think .. .. ..
we take life from the same atmosphere
we see through the same spectrum of light .. ..
the same sun beams down on us .. .. ..
the same moon
and all the giddy stars dancing over our heads
do their waltz just for us . . . you and I .. .. ..
we hunger and thirst for the same things
and the same reasons .. .. ..
there is the same music that rises in our souls
and the same spirit to laugh, sing, weep, sigh,
and love .. .. ..
and whatever the season
we cling to the glories of life .. .. ..
and we lean on each other
and thus we are whole . . .
I love you tomorrow
yesterday
since the beginning of time
and on through forever.
We are closer than we think.

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This is an older poem of mine and I wonder if I published it before under a different name but if I did, oh well .  . .  I love this one . . .