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The Keeper

The farewell light, the watch tower,
The candle keeper up so late,
The flickering thoughts, the sadness stays
When off go those but some must wait.

One day upon returning, maybe never,
The coastline torch that was left behind,
The keeping light may have changed hands
But the light still stays for those to find.

Aged old man are you the one
Who sent me off those years ago?
Are you the one who keeps the light?
Are you the one who guides my soul?

A ship amongst a lonely shore,
A night hanging low in moonlit air.
Fade away into the world then
Find light from a man with silver hair.

Tell him a tall-tale or two,
Watch the light and share his drink,
Do not forget he keeps the shore,
And as you talk, he will watch as he will think.

Kyle McHale      2012

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You in the Winter

And so I see you with me forever
In a snowy world wood.
The kind that would kill a lonely man
But give magic to true love.
In those woods flurries do fall softly.
The whiteness consumes all but
The slender grey tree trunks that decorate.

It is the calm of embracing perfection.
A place where only two voices are ever heard;
Mine and yours.

We would smile and play in the landscape.
A painting on a wall that has been kind enough to
Let us crawl into it and become lost forever.
In its dead dreamy scene.
Dead to those who cannot enter,
Dreamy to those who are let in.

Such frigid air burns the lungs
But our warm clothes are bundled high
And our hearts are burning red.
Our breaths are seen,
Like dragons breathing smoke.
They cross and swirl together,
Drawing us to one another.

The cold breath,
A breath that reminds the living they are so.
A breath that carries pure beauty,
A breath that is so perfect
No man should be given rights to see it.

You in the winter, breathing.
Moments of triumph and of love.
You in the winter bundled up and beautiful,
In this landscape from my most precious dreams.
No one will ever share this with me,
Except maybe a brown deer, or a red fox.

Kyle McHale      2005

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Grandfathers and Legends

That only in the world of theirs,
Something round the rocking chairs,
That only sit on hallowed ground,
Wisdom coming through as sound.

Just gather round, gather round,
A proper spot that must be found.
What light is there from you to me?
A glimpse of it I wish to see.

Tell me something I don’t know
About a battle in the snow.
Tell me something I need now,
About the time you fought that cow.

Tell me something of your love,
A passion that I know not of.
Tell me what has made you strong,
A mystery or favorite song.

Tell me how you’ve lived so well,
I want to know the secret spell.
Tell me something of your youth
When you discovered simple truth.

Tell me something of the land,
Of how you worked it with your hands.
Tell me something of a friend,
Of how you saw him through the end.

A story told to me I’ll keep,
And think of when I fall asleep.
A glimpse of hope I can dream on,
To carry with me when you’re gone.

Kyle McHale      2012


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