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from "You Won't Believe Your Eyes" c.1997 MW

The dimming purple of the western horizon, closing the summer day
Seems to be teasing the weary sun; indulging the twilight's delay
As though it had something to say:
Friend, might you pardon my hesitation, for a poet lingers on romance
Versing on last-minute expectation where ever the chance
Extending moments of a fading sunset, to entice its mind with mystique
The time will not pause for the beauty it draws
Nor slow for the sensitive ink
I see in the deepening dusk of the eve, softly drawing the summer skies
Reflections of a friendship unduly conceived, in a selfish poet's eyes.

The End Of The Story
from "You Won't Believe Your Eyes" c.1997 MW

Well I haven't forgotten the heartache of sinning,
I just needed to pray for a reason
And I haven't forgotten falling and spinning,
How he told me that summer was only beginning,
How he had to be free for a season.

Well I haven't forgotten the sting in my eyes,
And the warm summer winds are still turning
And I haven't forgotten bending the skies,
Crawling the best infront of his lies,
Or the bridges he thought he was burning.

Well I haven't forgotten the songs that I sung,
Or the distance I shadowed with tears
But I'm smilin' just knowin' the damage he's done,
The music he's stolen away from the sun,
Will drift back to him over the years.

How I Used To Love When It Rained
from "Turning The Page" c.1998 MW

-I used to love to sit on my deck when it rained,
-It seemed to wash away the pain,
-And all the haunting memories,
-Of how you left me,
-I'd call you on the phone and we'd talk for hours,
-It somehow reminded me of the rain on the flowers,
-The rain fell softly on the flowers that were so old,
-And the rain was so cold, oh so cold,
-And it reminded me of how you left me, alone and so cold,
-The painful memories haven't stopped, but the rain has,
-I wish I could forget the hurt, and all the pain,
-That comes flooding back to me every time it rains,
-How I used to love when it rained...

And Now Good-bye
from "Any Way You Look At It" c.2001 MW

He lowered his eyes to the ground and then raised them back up so they were even with mine. In the silence and dark of the night, there was nothing left to say but good-bye. I laughed. I don't know why. Maybe it was a nervous laugh, or maybe it was all I could do to keep from crying.

He took my hands in his. We stood there at the end of his dark driveway, looking into each other's eyes. We were looking for answers. God, I loved him.

"It'll be ok. You'll see," he assured me. How could he know that? We were meant to be together. Ever since seventh grade we had been inseparable--hopelessly in love. Infatuated even. And now good-bye was here. How did this happen?

It was his own choice to leave. I would've stayed with him forever, even if it was wrong. I loved him. But what could I do? I felt sick at the thought of being alone. I dreaded it.

The days passed, and I never saw him again. I missed him. I needed to be with him. I realized I really did love him.

December 12 came too soon. I stood at the front of the church, which was filled with people. In my heart, I was happy. We could be together. I cried all the way home.

I washed the makeup off my face in the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized I had blue eyes. He had blue eyes, too.

I put on my pajamas and went outside. It was snowing lightly. Taking the bottle of pills in my hand, I laid down in the grassy field outside my house. I watched the snowflakes dance across the sky. I looked at the pills. I studied one closely and popped it in my mouth. Another. Then I went to sleep.

And now good-bye.

For Him c. November 8, 2002 12:42 AM
His honey sad-drawn eyes, God misplaced
endulging the glimmer that solely blinds him-
In some perfect space I see the moment when I
am drawn to his soul and he is to my own-
I am consumed by the warmth of his strong arms
and inconsistent smile-
And I would love for him
to know.

Linx

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