The Way Fayer

The Spirits of the Sea

As the wind blows,

As the tide swells,

As the day goes,

We hear the bells

Of a spirit beckoning,

Calling to us,

Reckoning

That we listen to their voices,

Those of long ago.

And in an instant,

Hearkening as told,

We live as though old

In our youth,

Nonetheless,

Following that light

Glowing through the mist

Of time.

Over the sea,

Riding the breeze,

The love of those lost

Remains in our hearts

As their dust before us parts

Into eternity.

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Lost in the Eyes

Thine eyes are blue like the deep sea.

When I look, 

I sail away,

Away and away I drift from thee.

Into the night I fade,

Besieged by Neptune’s rage,

Never blaming you for this turbulence,

But blaming myself—

Or the prince of the earth—

For this shameful impertinence.

Oh!

How I try

To memorize the depth of those waters,

Forgetting the moment itself,

Lost at sea,

Thinking only of myself.

…

But as that old,

Gold,

Winged chariot passes by,

I am beginning to tell

Of the moment itself.

I try to hold on

To the feeling of your touch,

And your words just as much,

And at the end of our time

Will be thankful to find

That I tasted the wine

And saw the stars in the sky

Whether I dared to look for myself

Or saw them twinkling in your eye.

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Fall

The leaves

Playing in the street

Like children.

Inspirited by a passion

Of wind,

And a promise

Of winter,

The trees

Shed their leaves

And undress

From the stress

Of the chill

In the air.

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The Little Village Boy

The little village boy

Watched from the forest,

Surrounded by shadows

And cloaked in the fog,

Lying among the fallen bristles

Of pines in the fall.

The partygoers opposed his gloom,

Casting honey yellow light

And deep orange hues

That shaded him in blue.

Their gifts were grand,

Of shimmering dresses,

Glimmering jewels,

Shiny pearls,

And bright shoes.

Elixirs and food

Were shared without thought.

Passed to and fro,

It made the boy fraught.

They danced in their spectacle;

What a wondrous sight!

Dazzle and shine,

Glitter and dine.

The little village boy

Wished only

For a sip of the wine

Or a taste of the food

Or a care in the world

For himself from me and you.

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Youth

Over the years

We see less clearly

As a means to

See more clearly.

The destruction of

Our youth,

Those beautiful white roses,

Now pedals on the floor.

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Tiempo

O time,

Who are you?

Do you grow old

As clocks tick away,

Or do you stay the same

As they rust and fade?

You are said to be a dimension,

But one in constant ascension,

Taking us with you

Into suspension.

Perhaps you are merely perceived,

Your subjects not linearly confined,

Though it may seem.

The past,

The present,

And the future:

Are they synchronized,

Ever circling,

Harmoniously,

As one entity

Determined by the heat

Of moments incomplete?

As we rise into the abyss

Of forthcoming days,

Is it a mistake

To make such a claim?

If we are falling instead

Or remaining the same,

Out of equilibrium

In a state of delirium

Looking at the eternal

From somewhere within.

I stay awake all day

And all night,

Dreaming with my eyes wide open,

Awaiting a revelation

Of eternal consummation

To synchronize who I am

With who I was

With who I have yet to be.

My memories,

However faulty,

And my anticipation,

No matter its provocation,

Amalgamate unmistakably

To provide a glimpse of prescience

Far beyond sight can see

Or the glory of we

In some place yet to be.

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Dreaming in Purple Prose

Sleeping and wondering,

I wander through the halls of my dreams.

Looking at the walls I see,

Before me in ornate majesty,

The drapings of cryptic soliloquies

Encroaching from a cryptic predilection

For extravaganza of dreamlike inflections,

Individual to subconscious reflections

And unbothered by my objections.

But when I wake,

I remember them no more.

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Look and Ye Shall Find

I captured my Spirit

And distilled it in a bottle.

I took it to a place

Down a road less traveled.

I left it somewhere

That only you will know.

This is a place

We both call home.

Wherever it may be,

That is where you go.

Love is the path

You must follow.

I can show you the truth,

But first you must see.

So I say don’t fear,

Entertain the mystery.

Life without death

Is not easy to recall.

But to die is to live,

And I give you my all.

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Tattle Tale

I am here

And you are there.

I see you

And you see me.

I’m curious,

Do you hear the bells?

If you don’t,

I won’t tell.