It rains for years.

The streaming tears, on her cheeks, 

Mesmerized my being, for a while,

I had lost all senses, time flew by,

Cry turned to pleading, drifting in space

Why touch, what is not yours,

Make way, through the waves.

Let your hands play a tune, 

And dance, fluttering through the air.

The color black, looks pale,

As her eyes, witness the pain,

The tears don't stop, they flow,

I am drowning in an ocean.

Why did your smile fade,

Laugh and make waves in the sea.

Hold onto me, she chimed,

But I drifted, drifted way out into void.

I saw a hint of pleasure, lust,

As the sun burned my skin,

Weeping, she sits, weeping she lies,

I will fade with the memories of the night.

Turn me into a stone, heartless

Sculpt me, give me life, let me be reborn.

Caress my hair, let me sleep,

In your arms, let me be the dream.

The sky parted, rained for years,

I am drowning, in the rain of fear.

Hold me close, don't let me drift, 

Guilt, I hold dear, sleep a drunken lullaby.

The Moon and the Owl.

The wind hustled, as the cold moon smiled,

Leaves of the untouched future, rusting away,

Shine with me, oh moon, shine with me.

An owl's hoot, woke me my from my slumber,

A constant knock on the window, 

I can see it, see it fade, see it grow.

My eyes catch the little pale smirk, 

On the face of the moon, as she smiles,

I hope for the night to last, for the light to fade,

The shadows dance, as the clouds drift,

Playing hide and seek with my fear,

She smiles, she laughs, she dances with the clouds.

I hear the wind sing me a lullaby,

The rustling of the leaves, add music to the cry,

The wind grows cold, as does my heart.

The shadows turn to faces, as the clouds drift,

They live, they die, as she smiles,

They merge, they disappear, dance away.

I see a little boy, holding my hand,

Another knock on the widow, my sleep fails,

The nigh grows darker, the shadows fade.

I hear the wings flap, a hoot, as she flies,

The moon smiles, fading at times with the drifting clouds,

I want her near, hold her, feel her cold light.

Night is young she says, as she sits on the shoulder,

The little boy cringes, a hoot, to comfort,

The silver of the moon, makes her shine.

Hold me close she says, the light would come,

The little boy leaves my side, walks away,

Disappearing into the shadows.

Close your eyes as I sing you a lullaby,

Hoot, she says, a knock on the window,

My sleep is gone, with her light, she fades.

Fly with me she says, and she spreads her wings,

I miss the little boy, and I know he won't return,

So into the wind I fly, bathed in her silver sheen.

The Dwellers of The Refried Bean Can.

This Poem is dedicated to the stranger named Eki.

The day was long, and night no different,
So he sat pondering over an empty can.
And long did his thoughts run, 
Wild did they go before dissolving into night.

At length he stood up, to throw the empty can
At length his thoughts failed, he had no plans.

The can spoke, a feeble voice,  or he thought, 
'The nights been long, I should sleep'.
The can spoke again, scared he dropped,
'I am Eki', the voice echoed through the night.

He was startled, 'My mind is playing tricks'
He was startled, 'I just heard a can speak'.

'Who speaks, I demand to know', he asked,
Scared white, and ghastly pale, he asked.
'I am Eki, and I live in this can', the can replied.
His sleep was lost, and darker grew the night.

'Why do you live in a can', he mustered some courage,
'Why do you live alone in a can', his thoughts ran strange.

'I am not alone', replied the can,
'Who else lives there', he sat besides the voice.
'I don't know his name, call him Clyde'
'And I love this can', the voice sparked the night.

'I must be tired', He thought to himself,
'I must be tired', to hear a can talk some sense.

'I was in Nebraska, before I moved in',
He couldn't help, but listen to the  talking can.
'And two years old I am', giggles, to tease the scared man.
'But Its dark in here mister, and Clyde is scared of the night'.

He couldn't help, but listen to the story,
He couldn't help for he felt a little sorry.

'I can help you move out of the can', 
'No, we like it here', retorted the can.
'So what do you call your can.' He seemed interested,
'The Refried Bean Can', the voice sparkled into the night.

They talked for hours, into the darkness of the night ,
They talked for hours, till the morning sun light.

Somewhere through the talk, his sleep caught up,
A small nap, as the morning rays hit his eyes,
He woke up, found the can in broad day light,
He opened it, searching for Eki, from the night.

The can lay bare, empty as from the night,
The can lay bare, Eki was nowhere in sight.

The Merchant Of Dreams.

Rickety rackety, the carriage tumbled,
Rickety rackety, the clocks spun,
Down the mud road, rode he,
Clad in white rode he.

Dreams for sale, Dreams for sale,
And for you, damsel in distress, a jug of ale.

Paint with brush stroke of luck, 
And a chiseled plan, when the luck trails,
A drop of the red envy, for those who fail,
A splash of purple pride, for the winner.

Dreams for sale, Dreams for sale,
Turn your life colorful, from dusty pale.

Watch me as I make your dreams true,
With a handful of sugar coated lies,
And a spoon full of ways to live by,
Watch me as I make your dream, come true

Dreams for sale, Dreams for sale,
Trade in adventure for your sorry tale.

A dash of remorse for the days you lose,
Shimmered in with distress and cure,
An Icing of all the pain you will endure,
Look I made your dream come true.

Dreams for sale, Dreams for sale,
Exchange your hopes for a coffin and a nail

"Twelve ounce of dreams for me sire",
"What would you pay with, my dear son",
"I have these", a bag full of innocence,
Oh I sell dreams, and to you I will sell them.

Satin Love

The distant rattle, a tune,
Let me make you a song, love,
Night is young, let me pour a drink,

She lies, in the feather bed,
Satin to cover her head.

Fear is something new, to forget,
A painters brush, colors to erase,
Write my dream, read it to the deaf.

Take my hand, taste my kiss,
Dance with me, a step to miss.

Cry for the fallen  angel and devil,
Blink the eye, find my meaning,
I am what the world makes you.

Find my love, hidden deep,
Probe it, and own the sleep.

Hide the tear, love of life,
Ride the tide, fear the night,
Flutter the wings, scale the height.

Spread your wings, erase the pain,
Hold my fingers, dance in rain.

Colors fade, candle burns out,
Night wanes, and the day arrives,
The beauty of old, riches rotten.

Let me paint your fragile lips,
And borrow the fragrance, of a rose wisp.

With some Gold to buy your kingdom,
And ashes to bury your young,
Jump in the whirlpool, chant my name.

Finally sleep my love, find your peace,
Kiss me goodbye, let my heart freeze.

The world doesn't need you,
The eyelids descend down,
Sleep prevails, I am yours.

Conversation with a three legged spider

On the bed, sat I,

Looking east with a frantic sigh,

A spider, with five wooden pegs,

And rest to call its fleshy legs.

'Your screams, scare me lad', he said,

A puff from his wooden pipe,

Scared was I, by creepy site,

Another puff, and a cloud of smoke,

'Can't a spider be a crook'

Twinkled his eyes, a half satisfied smile,

And I screamed, at the talking knight.

He chuckled, 'look lad, I am a pirate',

I scrambled up, at the spiders sight,

He whimpered, at my despaired plight.

'Don't be scared, I am just a friendly guy',

'You are a spider, and a pirate who flies',

He bellowed another puff, and cracked his pegs,

'You missed the line', and he scrambled up my legs.

'Don't harm me, I am just a merry lad',

'I won't, but will take you to a merry land

To set sail with my pirate band'.

'I don't know a merry land', crackled I,

'You my friend, are the merry land', he smiled.

Then the wooden pegs knocked, as he danced, 

Dance of conquest he said, dance for life.

'I will scream, wake my parents', said I,

'They won't trust you, with all your stories', he smiled,

'Come join me, to plunder golds of the land'.

I thought for a while, with stories untold,

The three legged spider, and the monsters under my bed,

He was right, they never believed, why I wonder,

Then sighed, with a smile, a nod to plunder.

I walked with the three legged guy

With my wooden sword, and a chest full of gold,

And a promise to never grow old.

One song poem: The sad man's fiddle

Wife, what art thou? Sitting by the corner,

Raking leaves, in the winter snow, 

Wife, what art thou? Singing a lullaby,

To a child long forgotten.

Wife, what art thou? Caressing my hair,

While I loath your touch.

Wife, what art thou? Kissing me good night,

When I would never sleep.

Wife, what art thou? Holding my hand,

While I let you go, a long time,

Wife, what art thou? Nursing my child,

Who decayed in the grave.

Wife, what art thou? Hiding a tear,

When the world laughs at you,

Wife,what art thou? Being soulful,

While your body gave way.

Wife, what art thou? Loving me still,

I know what you are, so 

Wife, what art thou? I do understand,

While I pretend not to

You are the sad man's fiddle.