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Red roses are placed upon her bed
Perhaps some day she'll return
When petals wilt with sagging stems
It's one thing that I've learned
Hesitations concerning the heart
Never seem to work
Casting doubt in sacred places
Where negativity will always lurk
Chances only come so often
Like chapters in a book
In the end we must descend
Like waters traveling down a brook
Lost chances
Inherit broken dreams
~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Nothing to show from the day before
Or the night before as well
A few laughs with fair weather friends
The occasional clientele
Sunlight shines upon the dresser
Upon worthless bills
Empty bottles sitting nearby staring
At my empty heart that fills
With silent tears that no one sees
Laughing to keep from crying
No shoulder to lean on
Or to declare my love undying
What silent days I ponder
Into what has grown
Monotony upon my doorstep
From seeds that have been sown
Spangled glitter of brevity
Once my heart was true
As a newborn drake who glides
Across the lake anew
~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Out and the end of the wooden pier
Thinking late at night
When the lull of waves are upon me
The foaming caps of white
Under the moon which glows
Upon the watery mist
Gentle fog that rolls in slowly
With no effort to resist
As far out as the eye can see
Piercing the dark sea
An imagined horizon that lies beyond
Lives the untouchable esprit
Quiet thunderstorms in the distance
Rolling thunders thrive
Drum beat like stirs like heavenly wings
Even unto lightnings which cannot deprive
The serenity of the moment in time
Which belongs to those who seek
To listen with an open ear
Of things which subtly speak
~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
