POEM OF 97

Rush of water
Brown and dark
Wave after wave
Taring the ground apart

Thoughts of what tomorrow might bring
More of what we don't need
Or is it what we need
We just can't see

Waters cold and cruel
Grow as the move
The emotionless flow of water where will it go

Blame the water for the destruction
When you lived in its way
Maybe it returns to reclaim its home

Strong of heart
Weak of soul
What we don't know
Be the ugly truth we hold

The cold water threats
The closer it gets
So many regrets
Closer and closer to the door
Bag after bag of sand
Will the wall hold

Without a fight, you will not go
Now it is a lack you own

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 1997 - 2018

SACRED MOON

I look to the night sky
To find my sacred moon
It's gray-blue glow
Brings life to the night sky

In a cool fall night
I lay in the grass and dry leafs
And look to the moon
Enjoying the relaxing light

Sacred moon
At night we walk together
You above the trees
Me on the path home

I took your name
Called it my own
Searching for love
It's your glow I continue to follow

The many symbols you hold
As many emotions, that man can't control
They say you hold the mysterious
Of man's emotions

Do you have a link to my mind?
As you move the tides
Sacred moon I'm as you

©2011 Thomas Dooley