Branches And Twigs   Under The Poem Tree With  Ron Kaye       AWAKENING   I thought of you last night, I thought of you; You stole upon whisp of faint surprise And suddenly appeared before my eyes, Invading dream and perilous event You swept across in heavenly assent. Ere long my sunken pits of pebbled skree Lay dormant and abandoned o'er the bed, No rumbled soundings to awaken thee No cache of hidden treasure overhead. From dim and darkened caverns ever deep Come haunts of doubt, and hidden bowls of fear, Ganglia forms baring the soul from sleep To hide the undefined, the ever near. We chase the wilted terminals of time, Accept the moulding, cold inconstancy Of all that's gone before, supreme, sublime, To seed our plains of anonimity. I thought of you last night, I thought of you, Yet saw you, distant, faraway, remote, Your bouquets central nature, deep, arcane, Somewhere between the silence and the pain.     Ron Kaye   Copyright  August 2002         ISLE OF LONELINESS   There is an island I have seen In dream and wanderings of the night, A shimmering isle of blueing sheen Etched in electra's crackling light; For all its beauty glowing there It is an island of despair - The Isle of loneliness. --- Compelling forces round me steal And trip me gently to the shore, Where lies a boat in gloom surreal To beckon those who yearn for more; It is the ship that leaves each day Toward the Isle's enfolding bay. --- A journey short across the brine, So swiftly does the shore recede, The faceless ones around me pine Hope borne this isle will slake their need, A gaping yaw, a spillway wide, A pathway to where dreams reside. --- Soft music sweet to lull and lure Enfolds all those who here do dwell, The upward winding path leads sure To countless faceless ones of shell. I higher climb, and join the throng And seated, listen to the song, --- A distant call so weakly cried Awakens those who wish to leave, "Come, all aboard, for the other side, Do not remain and here bereave". Oh how the music begs me stay To blend, as one, with those of clay. --- The easy downward path invites To leave behind all thought of gloom. Why linger, 'Mid the fears and frights, My passage waits, there is still room. Another makes the downward wend, An outstretched hand says, "Be my friend". --- The azure light intensifies As if to bind us to the shore, Aboard, we hear each other's sighs, We will be faceless ones no more. Of all those ferried to believe We, were the only ones to leave The Isle of Loneliness.   Copyright Ron Kaye March 1994         CLOUDBIRTH   The winds of time did draw you from Earth deeply held, So clawing forth, you stretched to reach the sky, And swirling ever upward did with others meld, Away from sucking molten seas did fly. --- Fair winds, and lighter breezes caused you quickly rise Encompassing with others of your race, As churning, mass on mass you grew to greater size, In readiness to drive you on apace. --- Like thunderous hordes, your army grew and grew in strength, Determining your worth in size and means; Within you held the birth of life anew in length, Show movement forward, all your force careens. --- 'Twas natures way affirmed your gender and gave call, Resplendent Cumulus, in billows white align, Or Cirrus gay, a sporty lambs wool mantle fall, A topping, feather-like, as to some grand design. --- The winds of time did draw you from Earth deeply held, And onward, ever onward will you form anew, A dazzling masterpiece, a marvellous roof upheld, Bedecked with blue of sky, a breathless glory true.   Copyright Ron Kaye March 1994         SPECK OF DUST   Grasshopper small, Life's vistas grand appear, Not wise at all, Possessing knowledge peer. --- How small your view Balanced against the scale, Achievements few, A drop within a pail. --- In size minute, Past myriads put their hope. Life's path dispute, Toward an answer grope. --- Bloated with pride, With understanding hail. Solution's wide, In fear of failure rail. --- Forgotten dreams Yet knowledge have your seers. Long lost your schemes, To put away all fears. --- Man is a mist, His folly glares aloof. Defeat has kissed, Life's outcome is our proof. --- Ego of man, In haste lay all your trust, Observe your span, A little speck of dust.   Copyright Ron Kaye March 1994         Home GOD BLESS AMERICA  ST.AUGUSTINE NATURE  LOVE & BEAUTY  MEANDERINGS  POEM TREE LEAVES WANDERING WORDS  INDEXTABLE OF CONTENTSNONSENSE & HUMORCOMMENTS & LINKSBRANCHES AND TWIGS All poems above are the property of the contributing author Ron Kaye copyright 1994 all rights reserved and may not be used, copied, reprinted or reposted without written permission from the contributing author.