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by Dana J Buyers
04/20/97
a chill is in the air tonight
darkness looms
a serpant engulfing the day
icey clouds lightning streaked burn
everything they touch
leaving nothing but ice and darkness
in their path
a chill is in the air tonight
As the dark sun rises
burning away the light
its ebony radiance
freezes me to ash
in the encroaching night
a chill is in the air
Metrinone
by Dana J. Buyers
10/21/97
In the long still night
The water drips from the kitchen faucet
A metrinone
Ticking away the wasted hours of my life
As I lay here
Starring at the ceiling
My heart sodden with the grief of love lost
Knowing not What tomorrow brings
Or why he left me
"There's alot going on"
He would say
Of what?
I would ask Please explain
To be aswered only
by silence
And the water still drips in the kitchen
A metrinone
Ticking away the wasted hours of my life
As I lay here starring into the dark
Alone
SOMEONE I ALMOST KNEW
06/30/97
BY DANA J BUYERS
I found out today
That someone I almost knew
The brother I will now never know
Was murdered
The friend of a friend
A life snuffed out
For trinkets pawned to buy drugs
So senceless a death
He hurt no one
Trusting too much
The strangers he thought that he knew
Yet did not
For want of a high
They stole his life
An act of greed and hatred
His light snuffed out; to shine no more
The world is darker now
One less candle shining in the night
One less soul
To warm the world
A chill frost sets in Lessening our humanity
With every act of senceless brutality
In the winter of life
The friend I will never know Is gone now
And there is nothing I can do
STORM CLOUDS
BY DANA J BUYERS
01/28/98
storm clouds low
rolling accross the desert
sweeping their path
darkening accross the sky
a turbulance wakes wrath uppon the land
in the fading sunlight the spectre rises
dust fills the air
the bloodied land cries for the sun
trembling;
a whimper unheard
in the growing darkness
THE TREMBLING HAND
by Dana J. Buyers
12/09/97
the trembling hand
reaching
as winters cold grip
ice like an old man
feeble in his life's age
the last breath in autumn
a whisper
faint echo of springs rebirth
of childrens laughter
petals in the dust
a butterflys wing fallen
darkened clouds rain cold remorse
the man sits his hands trembling
outreached fingers plea for warmth
to the cold dark rain
in winters grip
the death of hope
falling from his eyes
WHISPERING THUNDER
BY DANA J BUYERS
01/28/98
the thunder comes
whispering
in the silence of my rages
quiet fury
a heart beating
at the death of night
like the moths wing
pale reflection of my soul
uppon the cracked mirror
of lifes bitter sorrow
tears tragic and unending
flow of rivers
bending to the sea
whos waves lay gentle on the sand
warmed by the sun
