Two Lovers

The songs sung by singing robins is luxury

Within the depths of countless souls,

Not a missed note or note off key;

If one listens—

Uninhibited,

Sweet sounds,

Fragrant like jasmine,

On a warm summer day;

Songs softer than last night’s howling wind,

Songs stronger than the splashing brook

Stroking stones and rocks along its fashioned bed;

They sing songs to summer’s new moon;

And two lovers meant to be alone,

Kiss beside their childhood pond,

Still waters smooth as blue glass,

Reflecting their love;

Singing robins perched high on wires slung across the sky,

Perched upon ancient knotted trees bearing long branches,

Perched upon the newly grown twigs of cherry trees,

Leaves of green and robins sing;

Sweet music.

Time’s Abyss

Your unwavering stance

Occupied a barren region,

Lingering there like a withering flower

Before you ultimately departed;

I suffered beforehand –

Missing our laughs, and talks,

And trips to new places –

I endured your scarcity;

I mourn we loss the time

To conquer our declining bonds,

Previous to your leaving, and you

Finding a new dwelling place,

Somewhere I cannot visit – presently;

The ever unfathomable crevice

Between us –

Befalls a mystery to me,

I meditate upon the why.

What threw us into that chasm?

Our not holding each other dear,

Dropping us into that never ending abyss –

I assumed it would pass with the rain,

Then we would have another day,

Another laugh, another talk, one more hug.

It never came to pass –

With great sadness –

Tears grasp around my throat, my mind, my heart.

I shake my head and I say, “Not”.

It is a battle I fight each night,

How I wish it naught!!

My peace I fight to keep;

And yet, I cry every night.

Consent

Love ought to exist

Uncomplicated, without doubt,

Sanctioned;

Do not restrain love

From your heart,

Consent

To allow the absence of anguish,

Think no more of blame;

Further insight will transpire gain,

Assign desire to accomplish the same,

Or discover yourself

Empty and drained.

Across the Times

There was a king adorned with jewels,

Young and handsome, an age of merely thirteen;

He walked the garden yards

And singled out red rose’s blooms,

Not the yellow, pink or white,

Only red roses, and only the blooms;

He played with trick kites, flying helicopters, and

Wooden blocks—building castles, islands, and towers in the sky;

He rode his bike, steering the wheels, staying in the boundaries,

Every day, up and down, up and down the pebbled paths

And slightly rolling hills;

Tick tock, tick tock goes the clock,

But for him—he kept no time;

Sitting quiet, sitting still, he reads his verse,

One line, the next line, one line at a time,

And with the final word read, he wonders a great deal—

About being born, about how to live,

And death that comes across the times;

An elegant sunset, and changing of the light,

He runs across the lawn for his telescope,

And maybe, just maybe, he might eat a little cantaloupe;

Feet in flight, and much to his delight,

A wish to greet the evening stars came true,

He gazes into the nighttime sky,

He does not even question as to why—

Whoosh—his day did disappear,

And time did fly.

A Poet’s Pen

A midsummer night

in my sentiment my muse arose

depositing poetry at task,

with way of pen—

my contemplation obtaining shape,

my face against the wind,

my essence engaging in words realigning,

together with stillness of reason

and spirit unconfined,

mysterious language assembling,

selected in the same way as a trusted friend,

with my muse, I write.

Sunlight’s Glow

Calm sweet thoughts

While shadows dance

In sunlight’s glow.

My Garden

I feel the need
to grow something living;
I chose tomatoes, green beans,
parsley and dill,
three types of peppers,
basil, onions, and
two types of squash,
and a bunch of kale.
I bought the best dirt,
and bright colored windsocks,
and hung from the trees
many wind chimes for me.
I love the sounds of all the birds
singing though-out the day,
but I hope to keep them from feasting
on my soon ripening treats.
Watching them grow
brings me great joy,
I am keeping my fingers crossed
that they don’t die,
due to birds, pests,
or dried up soil;
Wish me luck!!

Errors Shadows

Crippling heart with

Encumbrance sadness;

Disappointment by

Lifeless dreams;

Time consumed with

Anguished empathy;

Broken hearts bring

Disconnected bonds;

No hope,

No comfort,

Weakness;

Errors by many

Every day.

Listen

“Shhhh, listen to the birds sing”,

My grandfather said;

As a young girl I listened,

And the birds sang.

“Shhhh, listen to the birds sing”,

I said as a mother;

My children listened,

And the birds sang.

“Shhhh, listen to the birds sing”,

My children say;

Their children listen,

And the birds sing.

Love’s Eternal Song

A time-worn man slopes forward –

With every single footstep he proceeds –

One foot in front of the other –

Along a tree-lined pebbled path,

Oak trees grown and curved,

Arching, covering like umbrellas –

Hiding the sun’s warmth

From his own back.

A wooden cane his constant companion,

Slowly, he strolls headlong –

Hidden within the moss-covered forest,

He salutes an additional day –

With a soul of appreciation;

While butterflies leave their cocoons,

Sun tempting flowers blooms,

God watching light dance upon the waters;

No remorse has he –

For he has loved

Only One other,

His friend, his wife, his lover;

She waits for him –

In the sunlight –

Beyond the forest’s edge;

His journey nearly finished –

Not far from her quietness;

Waiting the day’s end,

He strolls without stopping –

Visions of – hands in hands,

His only love and him.

His cane these days absent,

The sunlight on his back,

They hike the trail christened, ‘Eternity’,

They measure a morning sun rising,

Stirring the earth below,

Shimmering upon the land;

Hand in hand, they smile

While they sing together,

Love’s eternal song.

A Living Sea

Her eyes gaze upward and witness

The bluest sky of some she has seen,

Issuing forth strength to her weakening soul,

Pure, warm – a living sea;

A towering terrain she plants her feet,

A flowing stream to point her toward

Realms beyond her simple child-like dreams.

She captures a glimpse of sunlight’s smile,

She sings a song of happiness,

A faultless peace, a gift of love;

Illumination creates merriment, and

Dominates her soul,

Disquiet and difficulty fade away,

An age of joy will be her harbor,

An age of love will keep her clothed,

An age of rest will be her guest,

Her spirit soars as sunlight washes ashore.

Angels in the Winds

Angels in the winds

High above the waters

In a land not forsaken

By God’s own gracious hand.

I count the glowing windows

As I pass them in the night,

Rows of little beacons

Showing me there is life.

Moments of comfort,

I am at peace

In the silence of the darkness

As angels watch over me.

I Give to You

A cup of coffee, a glass of wine,

Which do you choose at this time?

I give to you whatever you want,

And that will forever be my sacrament;

I give to you my heart and all,

My love for you is an endless waterfall;

I hold your heart in both my hands,

I’ve continually alleged your love is grand;

No holding back – for all to see,

I’m yours forever, no one else for me!

My Words

My words are clandestine,

Sacred to my heart,

Do not presume them frivolous,

For I selected to share them with you,

To unlock myself to you.

If your words aren’t kindly,

Then please, retain them to yourself.

Do not consider the urgent fancy

To disclose your thoughtless

Noise of expression…

For I care.

Sweet Rest

I yearn to lie down

On the soft green grass,

And feel the sun’s warmth upon my face,

Allowing my mind to find a peaceful rest,

And put the day’s troubles in a box

Stored away for another day.

I long to hear the birds sweet songs,

And watch the harmony of the leaves

Dancing and floating by the wind’s soft breath.

A sigh released from deep within my chest,

I close my eyes,

And rest.

Your Song

I pray you find

The peace of heaven

While angels dance and sing

Your song; I hope you look

Upon the blue skies

While clouds with

Cotton candy depths

Drift slowly on home;

I wish you all the happiness

That abides forever within

The ever swiftly moving waters,

Where hopes and new dreams

Abide in all men.

Are You a Writer?

enjoyed the talent of these words!! Bravo to this ‘writer’.

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A writer is an innocent liar, a soother of troubled minds, a gluer of broken hearts, a dreamer of forgotten dreams, an adventurer afraid of heights.

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A Living Journey

Commence our journey

With our childhood dreams,

Short-lived, all too soon set free,

Drifting on wind’s breath,

Loosely held,

Slightly possessed,

Once in wit’s play,

Once determined to embark – yet,

Eventually, slowly

One by one, we let them go.

But, with reflection

Our journey’s travel

Will later discover

Childhood dreams emerging forth,

Uncovered, found, laid bare,

Not forgotten, in wit’s play,

Our journey, ourchildhood dreams

To embark.

Capture of a Moment

The capture of a moment,

A song that is sung,

Words dancing across the page,

Began when I was still young.

In my heart of memories

There is a special revise,

Seizing steely rains

Rippling through dark and

Forging angry skies-

Issuing me a process

To thrust Heaven’s gate wide,

Escorting in the sunshine

To the chambers of my mind,

Allowing me to capture words,

At times along with goodbyes,

And yet, stringing them together,

Fashioned and designed,

Freeing them to dance,

For moments at a time.

He Strums the Strings of My Heart

On a warm spring breeze,

Birds chirp their greeting song,

Children play kick ball

On the green grassy knoll,

People laugh while embarking

on their Sunday afternoon stroll,

Tulips peak out from their flowerbeds and,

City lights sparkle in the night;
He strums the strings of my heart,

One small note at a time –

Erasing sadness encased,

Breaching a hedge of grief

Whereupon drapes my heart;
When you pass by my window

Wave to me one more time,

I aim to shed not one more tear,

And seek to wear an unending smile;

Yet, while the famlies sleep

And I am on my own,

No use pretending,

I’m far away from home,

Far from the solace of your arms;
Lonesomeness consumes my heart,

Suffering thirsting to unburden itself,

Desiring to pass through the

Tender gracious heart of another;
He strums the strings of my heart,

One small note at a time –

City lights sparkle in the night.

For Only Tonight

For only tonight

Let me hold you near,

Kiss your eyelids,

Erase your fears.

For only tonight

Let me feel your arms

Holding me tight

Engaged in your charms.

For only tonight

Let my dreams come true,

Our lips will touch,

Our souls will too.

For only tonight,

Let our flesh be one

Immersed in our passion

Till morning’s sun.

For only tonight

Exist completely mine,

Bodies entwined

Adrift in time.

Where Do You Go?

When the night is dark,

And the moon is absent from the sky,

And a choir of crickets sings their own lullaby,

Where do you go?

When my arms remain empty

And the wind gently whispers my name,

And I gaze upon the stars,

Where do you go?

When my heart aches to feel your breath

And the warmth of your soul,

And the silence is heavy,

Where do you go?

When I’m no longer here

To feel completely alone;

Where will you go