WORLDS APART
Sexy beautiful
Dreamers landscape
Subtle hints
The mind escapes
To gain one kiss
A million miles
Instant Bliss
Such daily trials
Finding me
So out of place
The truest beauty
On your face
Lost in the wind
A ship at sea
The sight of you
Has taken me
And left to fend
You fight the battle
To the end
Tied to the saddle
Never waiting
Always searching
Time alone
So ever fleeting
Second chances
Ever changing
Midnight glances
Setting me free
Fighter at heart
Lover at war
Worlds apart
Where less is more
To take you now
Such heated passion
Taste of your skin
Steady ration
Sunrise bringing
Never taking
Lost in paradise
Still believing
David L. Bowman
7-8-06
About Me
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
THE OCEAN PALES
As darkness falls
Through healing time
From once it calls
The wayward mind
Unkempt to dream
The present past
Slip of the tongue
Now holding fast
Of steady few
The light above
From whence we knew
That sacred love
And cast to wander
Those silver streams
Of sleepless nights
For all it seems
Perchance to dream
And left behind
The stillness calls
And sunset blinds
A change of seasons
To carry through
The ocean pales
From what we knew
David L. Bowman
2-3-04
As darkness falls
Through healing time
From once it calls
The wayward mind
Unkempt to dream
The present past
Slip of the tongue
Now holding fast
Of steady few
The light above
From whence we knew
That sacred love
And cast to wander
Those silver streams
Of sleepless nights
For all it seems
Perchance to dream
And left behind
The stillness calls
And sunset blinds
A change of seasons
To carry through
The ocean pales
From what we knew
David L. Bowman
2-3-04
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
DRINK THE SKY
Up on high
And down below
To strip the ship
Of silver glow
And afterwards
Before you fly
Go taste the moon
And drink the sky
The tea of gods
And food of kings
This empty vessel
Sprouting wings
Of searching souls
And steadfast sails
The pounding waves
On wood and nails
To tame the night
From once we knew
And follow with
The morning dew
Asleep and driving
Winding hills
And sudden tears
From window sills
David L. Bowman
2-15-04
Up on high
And down below
To strip the ship
Of silver glow
And afterwards
Before you fly
Go taste the moon
And drink the sky
The tea of gods
And food of kings
This empty vessel
Sprouting wings
Of searching souls
And steadfast sails
The pounding waves
On wood and nails
To tame the night
From once we knew
And follow with
The morning dew
Asleep and driving
Winding hills
And sudden tears
From window sills
David L. Bowman
2-15-04
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