Everglades and You

I love to let my hair down
Thinking of you
As it sweeps across my naked back

Hot, sultry almost
As I dream of the Everglades
And you

Tall grass shifting
To the winds request
Shadows of love
Cast by the sun

As I
Under your breath
Mold to your skin
While drops of moisture
Gather between

My hair dusts my breast
Sweat drips from beneath
And I dream
Of that August day -

The Everglades
And you

Memories

Echoes of fondness
reeling in your head
to remind you
what once was
is no longer

Louder they come
never to let you forget
it's over

Forever with such finality
the echoes remain
almost laughing
as they reel more
to hold you in a dream
that never lasted

Solitude

Most People find comfort
In the companionship
Of others

I find comfort
In my familiar solitude

Longing

Why does it still hurt?
Why do I still miss him so?
Nine years and it is as lonely as the day he left

A wound time cannot mend
Though we try to forget, a permanency that haunts
If only my grieving was enough to bring him back
If only I had a chance to say goodbye...
Why is death so cold?

Dawn

While dawn rises
The horizon yawns
Colors of orange, red and blue
Ignite the sky

Into the night
The stars above
Are my evening company
We dance together
The silence a melody

My night alone is soon a concert
A symphony of beauty
I compose for company

Autumn Leaves

To smell so strongly Autumn
To taste

To watch the falling of leaves
as they reach the ground.

Swept up by the roaring wind,
tossed rejoicing into the air, leaves

Fall again into a soft dream
where they waken slowly
only to be crushed by a passing foot
yearning to hear the heart of the leaf
cry out

Autumn Run

As I wind
Through the forest
Vibrant leaves of yellow
Red and orange scatter
Themselves about the trail

Lush moss wraps itself
Around logs and trees
Whose roots
Sprawl like a cobweb
Beneath my feet

The spawning of winter
Is near
Cold invites crisp
Rousing my senses

People

Are these walls
I build around me
Thick enough
To silence your glares
The thoughts they evoke?

Will these walls shelter me
From the possibilities
Of yesterdays lost?

When will I
No longer need
Your attention,
Your conversation
Your company

A sounding board
Of needs unmet
In the long road
To yourself

Winter Months

In the Northwest
For nearly four months
A gray ceiling
Fills the short hours
Of daylight

Clouds linger-
Not always, but often
Days are filled with rain

Away from the clamor of the city
Grey skies and cement
I retreat to
The nearby mountains
Where fresh snow beckons

My headlamp shimmers through
Silent falling snow
Filling the tracks that shadow

The effort to break trail becomes euphoric
My skis glide harmonious
With each breath

My mind drifts
Dreaming of the wonders
Of Wintertime

A Room to Live

Five nights now
in my new home
I have written
until dawn

crept over my shoulder
reminding me to retire

By candlelight
words drip
from my hand
I must write

Far too long I have spent
between sterile walls
a house he called it

no signs of life
other than the sad
occupants
who paid for a room
to live

A Dying Thought - Jeff Wing 1982

Thoughts in mind held inside
Unheard in cry
What words shall I write
Before I die

Death arrives concealed
Stalking from within
No one hears,
No one sees,
Until we meet again

Next to
A haunting friend
Awaiting to take
My hand from my pen

I struggle to scribble
A final word
Possibly the first
To be heard

Near the end
Of the last line
Written in my life

Unsuspecting Mortal

Fortunately for most
Pain is an emotion
An ebb and flow
Bathing in time

For some of us
Pain etches initials
In our soul
Non relenting turmoil
Battles within

As if I have forgotten
The echoes of memories ring
On the lowest of occasion

Ever still the anger
As it was
With every year
That death arrived
To take someone
Again

I dare not
Get close to whom
Will soon be
The unsuspecting
Mortal

Conversation

Could this be simply
Conversation

Or, must I constantly
Manipulate
My questions
So that you may ease
The insecurities
Sounding in my head

At least you could
Take enough of the compliments
I feed you

To drop a few crumbs
From the tall table
At which you sit

Consuming the esteem
I once carried.

If I could

If I could have you
For myself
To know it is I you long
To hold while you sleep
Whom you photograph and frame
Beside the bed you dream

My days you fill with tears
And grief and pain
A thunder storm of passion
And then you're gone again

It was raining today
No one else knew
It has rained all week
On my soul

If I could
I would have sailed to your island
In my tears
And I would have
If I thought you could love me.

Today is all I have
To love you
Share you,
Or have you
Not at all

Your Call

Your Call

In anticipation
Wondering...
Does he miss me?
Will he love me?
Do I care?
Should I...
Do I dare?

Silence
The phone is dead
Are my thoughts with you?
Or is she?

At last, a ring...
Your voice,
I smile,
I fly,
I sing

Tempestuous Love

Your callused hands
Caress my hair
Black as night
Entangling our souls

I leave not
This tempestuous bed
Except to drift
Inside my head
Your words fall
As icicles
From a frozen sky

Shattering my hope,
Piercing my soul,
Your empty words
Of Like and Care

I must siphon you
From my veins
To remove your echo
From my soul

I will no longer accept
Your temperate love
I must let you go

Stifling the caged inside
With a gag of shame
And lay you to rest
In the graveyard of my past

Pool of Sorrow

A Pool of sorrow
Dwells inside this cave
In which I live

Your words a wind of echoes
Sounding in my soul

Light is dim
The air stale
I cannot breath
Suffocating in your silence