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W. Jude Aher
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Shadows In The Darkness
01/06/03 |
Shadows in the darkness
Where whisper her eyes,
So close
In the echoes,
She cries silence.
Her skin taut, remembers
Where fingers linger,
When eyes try to believe
She sees.
Alone,
So alone in the shadows
A woman needs to breathe
Or to perceive,
Silk in feel
So soft that river wind
She stands naked in the mirror
But she stands alone.
And yet,
So the wind reaches.
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Winter Song
01/08/03
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Rain on an autumn day.
Window sitting
And wandering
Across the turning colors
Whispering as trees.
Dares one listen to time
Which moves,
As does it please;
Cold down rivers long.
Window dreaming,
Can it silence my cries
My cries for peace.
I wait for winter
Upon a soul gone cold.
Have I lost the song.
Window yearning
For the dreams of children
For the simple dreams to return.
My eyes sigh
Their fireplace tears,
Still crying.
And all these days of peace,
Have they
Moved on?
Winter, winter,
Winter song.
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In Peace
01/20/03
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Watching the water dance
Cold running river,
Frozen soul
Wind searching
Looking,
For a season
To believe in
A reason to bleed
Free.
Watching a child dream,
Warm
On a winter's night
Shadows from a
Window clear,
Cast their silence
Across closed eyes
And a sigh
Is offered for free
To a universe
Listening.
Watching a memory
Where only the wind
Dares dance.
And a soul
Cares to stare.
Tomorrow,
Where do you chance
To catch,
To dream
A season
A reason to believe
In the children
And yes,
In peace. |
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Long Whispers
01/01/03 |
A Wind Dreamer
In Her Long
Whispers
Will Dance
Across
The Break
Of Dusk Into Night,
All For The Chance
Of Hearing
Into Time's Echo.
In Her Eyes
An Ancient Sea Sighs
Where She Colors Light
As Paint Upon Her Belief,
All Where Carries
Her Tomorrows
Her Dreams, Free.
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The Stains Of Her Fears
02/06/03 |
Sing.
a woman drifts
across silence
walking along
her hopes and years
echoing her fears.
Talk,
across the whispers
hear the voices
of people
trying for song.
You thought
once long ago
that maybe
you could
belong.
Dance
within the silence
left behind,
as an echo
on the wind
who never stops blowing
Walking alone,
still
hearing the shadows call
across those
ever long nights.
Sing.
to a woman
lost behind the years
painted by
the stains of her fears
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The Child
03/01/03 |
Child Lies
Across The Sand
Just In The Shadow
Of A Desert Storm.
Alone, Suddenly
With Dust In Her Eyes
Silently Crying
The Tears In Her Sighs
And
Nowhere Left To Return.
Will She
Ever
Yes, Ever
Yearn Beyond The Screams
With The Seams Of Her Soul
Broken,
She Just Sits.
Blood Lost To Sand
bleeding Out Our Tomorrows.
Why?
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On Dragon Wings
09/21/03
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She walks her
Dreams,
On the edge
Of dragon wings
And dances
Where
The wind sings
Whispers believe
In the colors
Of the sea,
Breaking free
On cliffs of rock
Owned by the sky
A woman who loves
A woman who tries
Carves the world
With the flames
Of her words,
She who walks her dreams.
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Christmas And Coal-Smoke Blues
12/16/03 |
The man on a stool
plays hard on
his guitar -
steel strings sing quiet
in the dusk
autumn has fallen away
for winter has found its name
without peace for a moment
deep in the blues -
it is but the games
men play
that never remain
A pine scent on a child's taste
memories, are they more then gone
christmas rain
cold white crystals
alight are the trees
just beyond
his coal-smoke
stained window
The man on a stool
plays hard on
his guitar -
red twisted in green
below a layer of dust
lives with a bow of
ribbon
resting on a newly broken
tree limb -
and there is a smile behind his
glazed eyes
touching through his
blues
are things forgotten ever lost
are things remembered ever found
his feet tap the rhythm
of a dance that tore
apart his soul
Christmas is on his mind
where the blues
whisper
across
a coal-smoke stained floor
footprints and no more
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The Jester Dance
01/02/04 |
still watching
the jester dance
window dreaming
this life of chance.
snow,
it falls on a
sunny day
where children, they run
and have
nothing to say.
and the seasons
are they the reason
no one believes
in peace
anymore.
the jester dances on
a river frozen,
casting his coyote shadow
as tears
lost upon our eyes
dancing till the children sigh
dancing till we all cry.
christmas, christmas, christmas time
how still
dares he dance the rhyme
in the sand,
and still die
do our children
in a foreign land.
still watching the jester dance.
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Her South China Sea Eyes
06/10/04 |
Young girl
with her south china sea
eyes
where an ocean wind
sighs
stands as she tries.
In the silence
between day and night
between hope and dreaming,
water is carved
deep
in where a poet grows
in where a child to woman
perceives.
A young girl dares
to paint
her colors true
to dance
her words free.
When only a poet believes
a young girl bleeds
her south china sea eyes
open
standing
where only a poet
dares to see.
For Jennifer, The Young Poets Give Me Hope.
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