a summer made of dreams

all those things that now are dreams
walks in the rain and jumping streams
laying on the beach under star-lit nights
that summer made of love's highlights
now the leaves drop from the trees

upon us winter begins its creep
dropping hands, tides that neap
laying there, not able to sleep
the years fly and time passes by

all of the golden plans we made
a future strong, that wouldn't fade
that blurs as it grows tired and cold
extinguished like the candles glow
where did all of those hopes go?
that summer made of sweetest dreams
the leaves drop, again, from many trees
and winter, again, begins its creep
the years fly quick and love passes by

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bubble wrap

memories in bubble wrap
carefully put away
bring them out and look at them
on a rainy day

some are happy, some are sad
I look at some and smile
wondering why I saved all this
as it is all  refiled

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paths

snow rests on its peaks
paths we blazed in the summer
waiting for the heat

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skipping stones

I remember a summer day
wind dancing across that
waist high grass
a little creek running
through the middle

I remember loving that
was oh so sweet
beside that little stream
skipping stones in-between
the kisses that grew deep

I remember laying in your arms
on a warm summer day
nothing in our way
like it was yesterday
basking in the warmth
of your love

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Paris

the jet sets down at Orly
the tarmac covered in snow
Paris in the winter
the only time to go

we practiced on our French
cafe, croissants, french kissing
liaison amoureuse
things French we're still perfecting

we tour the Louvre and Champs Elysees
Arc de Triophe and Eiffel tower
we drink in everything we can
time grows shorter by the hour

evenings were my favorite time
loving long into the night
nothing removes chill better
than when passion ignites

Paris was a while ago
but the memories remain
of you, of love, of passion
oh Paris? it never changes

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November 27

this was your day
shared by some others
born at the same time
dog tag images remain
etched in aluminum
happy and sad, synchronous
you left too quickly
no time for goodbye
as I watched our future fade
with the spirit in your eyes

sixteen years have passed
a life together ended
a shadow on my heart

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canoe

casting refresher
canoe goes into the lake
a beautiful day

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scrapbook

the lives that we touch
kissed with memories
a reminiscence scrapbook
that only I can see
snapshots in my mind
the color starting to fade
edges furled and yellowed
blurred images portrayed
an album that keeps growing
as I journey on life's path
happiness, sometimes sorrow
when my heart looks back

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long ago

long ago I walked down an aisle
long ago I held a child
long ago I lived in dreams
long ago it all now seems

long ago I had it all
long ago threw no curve balls
long ago I walked a path
long ago I didn’t look back

long ago when I was young
long ago I climbed the rungs
long ago a safety net
long ago no future threats

long ago went by too fast
long ago I can’t get back
long ago my future clear
long ago has disappeared

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remembering this

when you look at the mountains
when you feel the cool breeze
when you hear the wind whisper
through the mesquite trees
when you smell the rain
from the desert monsoon
when you see the stars
and the crescent moon
will you think of me
remembering back
a bookmark in a chapter
a page torn from your past

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every now and then

every now and then you
drift across my mind
thoughts of a different time
fantasy left behind

every now and then I
remember that first glance
when we took a chance
smiling as we danced

every now and then you
drift across my mind
do you think of me in kind
and memories that remind

history

when the snow falls high outside your door
and the wind blows cold from a North sky
let your mind drift to a distant shore
let my love keep you warm

in your place with cup in hand
the aroma strong, your favorite blend
let your mind wander back to a memory
of a time and place in our history

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music from the 70's

music from the 70's
groups that have been revived
songs that played in another time
bringing back part of our young lives

my hair was so much longer
bell bottoms, low on my hips
listening to them on the radio
when all of that was "in"

I've got a lighter ready
to show appreciation
as we reminisce once more
to their life's dedication

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kismet

I would have waited till the cows came home
slowly, they graze in their pasture
but time has a way of hurrying by
when you don't know what you are after

I'm going through the boxes now
and discarding what I don't need
shredding things, old memories
that once caused me to bleed

I don't know what's around the corner
kismet has always eluded me
what the magician has in his bag of tricks
has shaken all of my beliefs

I would have waited till the cows came home
slowly, they graze in their pasture
but time has a way of hurrying by
when you don't know what you are after

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a little piece

it's just a little piece of memory I'm trying to relieve
way back when the path was uncluttered--the sky, cobalt blue
when the stars glowed in the sky, underneath a crescent moon
a little piece of yesterday, that little piece of you

it's just a little piece of heartbreak that I try to bury
along with golden fantasy, a dreamworld lives in memory
when all the doors were open and the dance was still brand new
it lays face down on the saloon floor waiting for a revelry

it's just a little piece of me wanting just a little piece of you
to keep me as a treasure and cherish what we knew
it's a thin line that intersects, a shred of honest truth
it's just that piece of me knowing what never will be soon

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come closer

come closer to my fire
let me warm you
like a moth to a flame
let me entice
for a little while
let your mind rest
let your body relax
let everything else go
to another place
when you first saw my face
that deep embrace
that forgotten taste

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July 4th

they gave me a lei of red, white and blue
and a neon bracelet that glowed in dark
when the sun went down and the stars came out
fireworks were shooting in the sky at the park

it was thirty-nine years ago
there were fireworks of a different kind
I was a bride of just one day and on my honeymoon
that was a fourth of July, that I will never forget
all of those years passed much too quick
I was widowed much too soon

we built a life, we lived on love, we had a couple of kids
there were hard times as the ups and downs of marriage settled in
I may have taken for granted, that you would always stay
you left too soon, though not your wish, it still came to an end


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