calm

(beat)

this beat is movement

a soft drum and simple horn

all I need in life

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

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Drift

Quiet nights fill this old house

Nothing stirs,

Except for fleeting thoughts

The day’s sun,

Put quite a burn on me,

And now I’m left with,

That familiar pinch

The one the sun leaves with you,

To let you know,

That while the sun loves you,

The sun can hurt you, too

But within the quiet of this house,

And the pain of the sting,

And the tired eyes,

Is a feeling of comfort

A feeling which says,

It was a pretty good day

Salty waves,

Blistering sunshine,

Nighttime breezes,

And far off thoughts

Thoughts of you,

And how I plan,

To do all of this,

All over again, tomorrow

© D J Loweman 2015

 

 

The Many Seasons Of Her Moments

She cried for so many reasons

They weren’t all cries of hurt, though,

No, most maybe,

But definitely not all

Sometimes she cried,

From all of her laughter

Her laughter causing her to heave,

Rhythmically up and down

She had such a great laugh,

And she was wise enough,

To use it as often as possible

Sometimes fear could cause her tears

She seemed to like to live,

In moments of fear

She feared as much as any woman,

I had ever come to know

But this was out of necessity

She was fond of telling me,

How, without fear,

We would never realize the joys,

We fought so hard to obtain

During the long, cold and lonely,

Months of snowy winters,

She would cry from a lack of companionship,

A lack of the leaves on the trees,

And the warmth of sunshine,

Kissing her,

On her white skinned face

She cried for all the seasons,

The many seasons

All of which created those very movements,

Which I remember fondly

She’s been gone a while, now,

But is never very far away

And when I feel like crying,

I think of her moments,

And before I know it,

It’s back again,

That same laughter,

She taught me to live for

© Dicky J Loweman 2015