2 New Poems

Dance Maiden,
dance beneath your rainbow.
There is more joy in sunset and sunrise
than under any rainbow,
the passing of days bright in color,
rich in knowledge is worth any quantity of rainbows.
The rainbow is diffuse, pale and dreamy,
a promise of what-ifs, a fleeting beauty.
Being short-lived, you trasure it all the more,
and you would dance for delight while it is yours.
I saw dance to give joy to the rainbow:
it does not see the small jows, the little pleasures
of breakfast and dinner, waking children, goodnight kisses.
Dave for the ranbow: it has only this moment;
there are moments enough to wathc the sun on its path.

Games people play
lies they tell
Right and Wrong,
Can't you see it's all a game?
Swapping information like hokey pokey
one fact in, another out,
all interpretation like riddles,
here I give you a riddle:
How will you handle my life?
Is counting to 10 your only measure of patience?
Your soul is more than hide'n'seek
Secrets are not lurking in corners waiting to be found,
catching a lie is not learning the truth.
Games are dreams played on open turf,
when you lie it drives the game
like demons chase away rainbows.
Hold your hand tight,
caustign a card will tell all your hand,
who said there was a right way to play

2 New Poems

Dance Maiden,
dance beneath your rainbow.
There is more joy in sunset and sunrise
than under any rainbow,
the passing of days bright in color,
rich in knowledge is worth any quantity of rainbows.
The rainbow is diffuse, pale and dreamy,
a promise of what-ifs, a fleeting beauty.
Being short-lived, you trasure it all the more,
and you would dance for delight while it is yours.
I saw dance to give joy to the rainbow:
it does not see the small jows, the little pleasures
of breakfast and dinner, waking children, goodnight kisses.
Dave for the ranbow: it has only this moment;
there are moments enough to wathc the sun on its path.

Games people play
lies they tell
Right and Wrong,
Can't you see it's all a game?
Swapping information like hokey pokey
one fact in, another out,
all interpretation like riddles,
here I give you a riddle:
How will you handle my life?
Is counting to 10 your only measure of patience?
Your soul is more than hide'n'seek
Secrets are not lurking in corners waiting to be found,
catching a lie is not learning the truth.
Games are dreams played on open turf,
when you lie it drives the game
like demons chase away rainbows.
Hold your hand tight,
caustign a card will tell all your hand,
who said there was a right way to play