| Author: | S.R. Palumbo | ISBN: | 9781483633831 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris US | Publication: | October 7, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris US | Language: | English |
| Author: | S.R. Palumbo |
| ISBN: | 9781483633831 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris US |
| Publication: | October 7, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris US |
| Language: | English |
SUMMERWINDS If only I could love again Breathe in again The sweet smelling blind unconsciousness of youth and spring If only I could sing again Live half complete In every moments expectation Knowing All of life itself was still ahead How less than dead The rest of all the rest would seem If only I could dream again THE PARABLE How easy it is to share nothing with nothing Hoping something will finally come of it While the anything of who were are Wanders here and there and everywhere Beyond all despairing parables Yet blinded still and mystified By sacrifice And the unconditional unrelenting Demands of love MOONGLOW We live in the immediacy of stifled dreams, Discarded loves that circle the moon In the dead of winters benality The long ride home, a safeway house Not far from Spring And a heartbeat away from reality. SOULMATES True love needs only silence. No words to speak,,, No need to whisper cheek to cheek, For everything that others might not understand Is understood emphatically With just one look: One glance within a crowded room Or far from home, Each talks to each incessantly And not alone.
SUMMERWINDS If only I could love again Breathe in again The sweet smelling blind unconsciousness of youth and spring If only I could sing again Live half complete In every moments expectation Knowing All of life itself was still ahead How less than dead The rest of all the rest would seem If only I could dream again THE PARABLE How easy it is to share nothing with nothing Hoping something will finally come of it While the anything of who were are Wanders here and there and everywhere Beyond all despairing parables Yet blinded still and mystified By sacrifice And the unconditional unrelenting Demands of love MOONGLOW We live in the immediacy of stifled dreams, Discarded loves that circle the moon In the dead of winters benality The long ride home, a safeway house Not far from Spring And a heartbeat away from reality. SOULMATES True love needs only silence. No words to speak,,, No need to whisper cheek to cheek, For everything that others might not understand Is understood emphatically With just one look: One glance within a crowded room Or far from home, Each talks to each incessantly And not alone.
