Wings Of A Nightingale

oh, we fell in love
stayed in love as time went by
caught up in the web
of seasons passing, we stood
and weathered the storms of life
-Lark-
1.27.13

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early morning dew
dampens my face as I walk
to see you smiling
your hand in mine while we wait
5:30 a.m. bus ride
-Lark-
1.28.13

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this autumn morning
a street lined with maple trees
amber leaves falling
bathe in dew, patches of green
a robin hops on white fence
– Lark-
1.30.13

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on the day you left
dragging myself out of bed
cold side where you slept
half-asleep or half-awake
a smell of fresh brewed coffee
-Lark-
1.30.13

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I stand all alone-
dewdrops falling from my leaves
in the waves of green
under the cerulean sky
with patches of drifting clouds
-Lark-
3.17.13

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one sunny spring day-
in front of Starbucks cafe
an old man walks by
he stops, then bends down and smile
as a brown dog passes by
-Lark-
3.24.13

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white clouds fleeting by
with patches of shades of gray
the church bell’s steeple
flock of small black birds crowding
their home or just passing by?
-Lark-
4.2.13

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after the harvest
vast rice field all cleared of hay
while summer sun sets
the farmer and his wife sleeps
on pillow of golden grains
-Lark-
4.13.13

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in her bosom rests-
the seeds planted and nurtured
Gift of Mother Earth
springs to life in abundance
a haven of birds and men
-Lark-
4.29.13

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fallen heroes rest-
side by side until the end
white-washed headstones lined
cold blanket of verdant green
gone, but never forgotten
-Lark-
5.24.13
(Memorial Day 5.27.13)

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we feel the rhythm-
love’s sonata keeps playing
you lead I follow
in our hearts, a sweet refrain
our last tango, until then
-Lark-
5.27.13

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mid-summer in June
green leaves dancing with the breeze
a man sits, waiting
abandoned picnic table
under canopy of blue
-Lark-
6.15.13

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spring is in the air-
in this same place once again
we watch the sun set
like the waves, you find your way
in your arms, is home to me
-Lark-
7.9.13