fallen leaves

Posted on September, 2010 by Daniel

hidden in the winter woods
bare and swaying in the breeze
she looks down upon the ground
as if to beckon fallen leaves

sweetly shy she shivers
blushes red with every dawn
till her lover comes with spring
to slip her new dress on

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night

Posted on September, 2010 by Daniel

pinpricks in black paper sky
backlit by bright prying eyes
darkness stalks a lone streetlight
it flickers in its futile fight

swirling streaks of shadow gray
no sun to scare the clouds away
glowing moonlight as they pass
just as they had been forecast

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second story

Posted on September, 2010 by Daniel

in the spring another fall
for the stubborn leaves that cling
to the now new budding branches
life pushes death out of the way
fluttering, twisting, fighting
bearing it’s own memory
these lonely strangers fall
once blessed with such a view
they gather in corners and whisper
tall tales from the elusive past
they wander dusty pavement
now slaves to old enemy breeze
settling on some cracked sidewalk
where Jeff loved Jane in 88
imitation immortality
fingers traced in wet cement
love now abandoned to excuses
once blessed with such a view

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probably

Posted on September, 2010 by Daniel

if i took my turn under the lights
if i wasn’t home on friday nights
if i didn’t always need to be right
would she love me?

if i sang songs on the radio
if i sometimes said i have to go
if i wasn’t scared to tell her no
would she love me?

if i knew all of the latest bands
if i was there to hold her hand
if i was easier to understand
would she love me?

if i had some different skin
if i kept my faults hidden
if we had more things in common
would she love me?

if i was a lion and not a lamb
if i just didn’t give a damn
if i was not who i am
would she love me?

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the time it takes

Posted on September, 2010 by Daniel

i tell myself lies in the light of every day
when I say that this will go away
in 4 months, in 1 afternoon
in the time it takes to say ‘ I do ‘

i can’t tell a story without an ending
i keep reading signals you aren’t sending
but of course i will get over you
In the time it takes you to say ‘ I do ‘

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