E -Piphs of Me.

My soul is a 

dandelion puff set to fly

just blow me a kiss 

and then watch me sail by,

the seeds of my thoughts 

have grown heavy with need, 

to sail in the winds and 

plant bright yellow weeds,

that others might spurn 

and remove from their heart, 

but they just might recall 

what my musings impart.

My heart has become just 

a cobwebbed filled chamber

its the emptiness left there 

that makes my hopes lamer

there is room for so much 

more more friends and more joy, 

it's time that I swept it,

a broom i'll employ,

to make it all cozy for 

those visits to come, 

and die with a heart full 

of love when i'm done.

My shadow's that last 

partner held in a dance,

still dogging me daily 

with long lost romance,

It mimes every move 

that I make oh, so close,

my shadows the partner 

I've always loved most, 

it only leaves in the dark

or during rainy showers, 

but then it's right back beside me 

in the next sunny hour.

"True love is a shadow, 

always standing 

near or behind you 

but false love only darkens 

your brightest space."

Our creative thoughts 
are but pebbles

thrown by the gods 
across our brainwaves

with hopes that they will r
ipple outwards to all men, 

or skip many times 
with joy from our lips 

as we eagerly share 
what the gods bestow.

I was not famous, nor rich,

I did not contribute 

great discoveries 

to the world at large, 

I grew up poor 

and only reached

the middle of life's ladder.

I have loved and lost, 

and I have found lost loves,

but i have never been lost

when I was in love

I have laughed and cried, 

and I have known apathy 

but why should I bother

to tell you about that.

I am but a speck of dust 

in the vast halls of time, 

and so I write.....

I am graffiti on the

walls of your minds,

temporarily bright 

but soon enough 

faded and erased, 

much like my life.....

as age turns each page...

and so I write.