Lost Love
Posted on | September 30, 2003 | No Comments
Lost Love
Better never to have met you in my dream
than to wake and reach for hands that are not there.
Fresh Fallen Snow
Posted on | September 27, 2003 | No Comments
Fresh Fallen Snow
Snow falls on Mother Earth
Winters blanket
Breath, frozen cold, escapes
Heart, warms inside
Tears, frozen cold, fall
Crashes at my feet
Trees filled with nature’s purity,
Bend and creak into one another
Embracing limbs
Protecting, standing firm
Sky, black and hollow
Spotted with distant stars
Mornings reflection rises forward
Crystallized snow, drifts by
Hands fill one another
Protecting and standing firm
Footprints, snow prints
Memories blanket
Untouched beauty
Fresh fallen snow
~ by philip m devin
No Words To Pass His Lips
Posted on | September 26, 2003 | No Comments
No Words To Pass His Lips
Desolate, empty as old sunken ships,
Souls lost and swallowed by the Spanish main
A heart without words to pass his lips.
Barren memories, friends who gently slip
Out of reach to distant ports, not seen again.
Desolate, empty as old sunken ships.
Steering the ship away, risking the storm
No one near to save the ghost crew from pain,
Hearts without words to pass their lips.
Captain of isolation, seeking not
Navigating courses, without gain
Desolate, empty as old sunken ships.
Darkened gallows, eyes straining for sight
Swirling currents emerge. His chest fills with pain
A heart without words to pass the lips.
Detached from the whole, nothing to remain
Of the fleet once held so proud. No insane.
Desolate, empty as old sunken ships.
A heart with no words to pass his lips-
~ by philip m devin
Hymn of Faith
Posted on | September 25, 2003 | No Comments
Hymn of Faith
Rays of light awake as they dance
with the morning waves.
Evening fog slowly rolls back to its trees,
the shores jagged edge, now apparent.
Wind, sweet with thought,
Quietly blows its hymn of faith.
Old, gray rails relieve me of my burden,
the weight of my existence
now rests.
Like a child’s first step…
My heart yearns to sing.
Wind, sweet with thought,
Gently blows Her hymn of faith.
Alone, She relieves me of my burden,
the weight of Our existence
now rest… peaceful.
Like a child’s first words…
Our hearts begin to sing.
Moon beams decent as they flicker
off the evenings glass.
Fog weaves its way through the trees,
as it blankets the shore.
~ by philip m devin
The Pier
Posted on | September 23, 2003 | No Comments
The Pier
He strolls along the pier,
salt air fills his lungs.
Sea gulls stretch their wings,
as they hover above the ships.
The sun begins to sink,
into the watery horizon.
The night air slowly creeps in,
bringing a chill to his stride.
Romantic couples gently huddle,
against the cold sea air.
He,
is alone…
Looking out over the water
the moon is captured;
waves of reflections
swell inside him,
He drifts back,
sailing to a distant past.
The pier holds fond memories,
of his romantic walks at night.
The fog horn of the ferry
painfully pulls him back.
He starts his slow walk home,
as do so many of the couples.
And
yet,
he,
is alone…
~ philip m devin
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