I stare in the mirror, my tears fall in vain
Can’t see my reflection through the veil of this pain.
Who is this person I struggle to see?
I don’t want to judge her but it’s surely not me.
This stranger I cast looks so tired and weak,
I wish I could help her but I’m frightened to speak.
Cause it’s dark and lonely in this shell where I’m bound
Where once there was laughter, is now void of sound.
and the beauty I knew in just yesterday’s time,
seems gone in an an instant with life’s rythym and rhyme…..
Then GOD he spoke child…What do you mean?
You’re more beautiful than anything that I’ve ever seen!
The reflection you cast it don’t matter to me,
What matters is that you can see what I see.
That your spirit is filled with a breath that is true.
And a beauty so deep that this world can’t undo.
I know that your journey seems to heavy to bear.
But I’ve given you family that love and who care.
So hold on tight through the dips and the turns,
For the ones who believe are the precious who learns.
And wether your journey is to stay here or go,
Please know I love you so much more than you know.
I wish I could tell you the beauty that awaits…
But you will know only, when you see heavens gates.
I watch how your eyes flutter on the brink
of waking; and here, as I think in the moon's reflection, I drink
in the quiet, my confidence shakes while
inviting your touch, and longing your smile
to wrap me in warm arms, embracing my solitude;
yet, I'm lost in the parchment, the pale of the light, as stars in a multitude
comfort me tonight. My lonely heart, confused,
reaching out, seeing you, a face bemused
with careless abandonment. You are deep
in the center of your own universe, asleep
and leave me alone with notion that you willingly go...
far away to your dreams, to places I cannot know:
With each breath, private, and shallow,
I'm left, lost, bereft, and hollow
This I know....
I envy you, loathe that my slumber forsakes,
so I could be with you, in that distant reverie. I hesitate,
to wake you, I can't help but wonder, do you stream
away on a cloud and with the mistress of your dreams ?
For Suz's Contest:"Let's Be Open" 7/12/13
THE WIDOW'S DAY
He’d been dead for forty years
But she carried on each day
Got up at eight and dressed
Ate luncheon on a tray
No bride was kissed as well
No groom felt more complete
And one year was their gift
When Fate served them defeat
She should have followed him
But life grabbed her instead
Who is to say what’s better
The living or the dead
Each day as sun drew low
She tossed a glass of wine
Lolled on the white porch swing
And took a dip through time
His shadow found her then
She touched his rugged face
It emphasized the fact
No one would take his place
And though she craved wild nights--
Cold loneliness was cruel--
she lived her life alone
becoming no man's fool.
Honestly stubbornly looking forward logically
A loyal humanistic individual does unpredictably
Having determination to stay friendly cemented
One rebels with aloof detachment though group-oriented
If I picked my Valentine
she'd be a perfect 10.
She'd have blonde hair with highlites
and answer where and when.
She'd be a little shorter,
yet tall enough to kiss.
Her reach a little longer
to torture us in bliss.
Her shape would be the bomb.
As sexy as they come.
With hair up for the moment
I'd meet her at the prom.
She'd talk a little faster
with words I'd say are smart.
Yet keep me to attention
in hugs up to my heart.
A smile just like a lion.
Her face a source of pride.
One to show my mother.
And then to make my bride.
My Valentine was perfect
as I lost her way back then.
How was I to know that she
would find her perfect 10.
No valentine on Valentine's.
I haven't met one yet.
Each year I wait another
for a person I've not met.
There's nothing I've done wrong:
yet waiting is in vain.
And all that's left is hope
that love's a ball and chain.
He sat so bent and crooked on that bench
So sad to see it gave your heart a wrench
Wrapping his bony arms around his chest
The old man struggled,tried his very best
To fend off chills here on this dreary day
I sat with him and listened to him say
The words that trickled softly from his lips
In between the day old coffee sips
"My Belle and I we used to come to town
When we got tired we'd come here and sit down
This was our special place,we loved it so
We'd feed the birds and have a cup of joe
With arms around each other hold so tight
Until the afternoon turned into night
But now my Belle has left and gone above
Without her I have nobody to love"
With that he struggled up and walked away
I watched as he diminished in the day
So many lonely people in this world
If we could take a hand,our hearts unfurled
We might just ease their sorrow for awhile
All it would cost would maybe be a smile
So next time you see sad and empty eyes
Just take a minute,listen to their cries
It might enrich your life and give them hope
We all need someone's love to help us cope
* for John Heck's "Blink!" contest
It's been some time ago I sat alone
Watching mountains swallow a setting sun
Realizing my shadow had joined me there on the wall
I visited my vision before night could fall
Up, was how I was wearing my hair
Empty arms reached for no one there
Dark shadows hid the tears in my eyes
Deep green and sleepy from a day filled with lies
The image appeared startled as I arose
Turning to observe the shape of my nose
As my hand reached toward the last bits of day
Shadow followed me all the way
I force a smile believing God hears me now
Joining in prayer, me and my shadow bow
I wonder when comes end of day
Will my shadow vision stay
For I felt so, not so all alone
When shadow joined me with setting sun
Today is gone, tomorrow we'll see
If my, where my, shadow finds me
A run-down barn nestled among low and gentle hills,
it adds natural charm to a breathtaking landscape.
On sunny mornings, it adorns itself with sunrays,
making the screeching ravens flee to a shady spot.
Its paint is peeling off due to an abandoned state,
it once echoed with the constant moos of cattle.
It can almost hear the tractors heading for the harvest,
emitting fumes to disperse the wildflowers' strong aroma.
Mockingbirds are too annoyed to welcome another crisp morning
with their thrilling notes that can make the radiant air so festive.
Cowboys riding on fast horses gave life to these fileds, once tallgrass prairies...
even they have left these lands where buffalos, elks and coyotes freely roamed.
Driving back home, dusk changes the color of fields, clouds, hills and sky...
shadows invade the lonely barn on Greenpoint Road followed by many stars.
Copyright © 2012
(A Purpose So Clear)
Like children we fear
In secret a somber tear
Like learning to walk
Babies listen to talk
And reach for a hand
To help them stand
This too, we all must do
By HIS Hand made anew