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in my nomad tries
by william jude aher

Monday, July 30, 2007
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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i walked the ridge,
big sur hills
warm wind whispering
across my long run sight
tired are my whys
deep blue pacific water
peeks easily across
the carved horizon
to carry itís dream
and touch my eyes

east coast boy, fingered
the earth sand, and
sang sweet silence
across ever tall trees

love stained my soul
and nowhere to go

a beautiful but broken girl
whispered across a black night
from the shadows
of a fairy light.
fairies danced from her fingers
to flame, from earth to sky,
and stars, so ever clear,
almost believed

morning was sweet
on the soul
where flesh was wet
and free
but the broken girl
had lost her name;
my ever youth turned
when the wind went silent,
fingered the taste
sweet almost dreams
and nowhere to go

always back on the road
traveling where
between beckett and kerouac,
if i stared long enough
would i forget the way,

forever in my nomad dreams
where even i would
forget the silence and screams,

- jude

the mad poet
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