Lullaby

Can you be stalked by a song?
Followed in and out of your dreams by a rhythm.
Melody coiled about your subconscious,
Haunting your hours hidden in the shadows.
Music in the motion of the leaves
As they dance around, spiralling down
In autumn’s romance with gravity.
Lyrics twisting their way like a river
Through the landscape of your life.

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Musings

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She is the primitive fire
That creates a spark with my soul.
That burns with an intensity
Beyond my control.
She is Lilith, my personal demon,
Haunting my dreams,
Showing me visions
Of somewhere beyond Eden.
That in my lucid moments
I try to capture on canvas
In a paint mixed with my blood.
She is curse and trusted companion.
She is my mistress and I am her fool.
 
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Nomads

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Roaming, rolling, ever moving,
Wand’ring, freedom loving,
Dervish whirling.
Gypsy,
Home.
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Wildfire

Day 22 – and it’s cold enough for a fire…

Made of sticks and stones

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Sets the sun ablaze,
Igniting the fire within.
Passion threatens
To overflow. As the muse
Takes hold and won’t let me go.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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