Tonight the Heavens Sing a Melody

Part Three of Ancient doubles poems (5.) Tonight The Heavens Sing A Melody Bright heavens are sewing new stars tonight While earth churns its deep seas and pauses not Sleep the children, all tucked in so tight We thank God for life and our humble lot. The wandering moon its beams freely sends The sky broadens to gift its golden rays Nature its great beautiful bounty tends Light streams down as night critters are at play. The wafting breeze its dancing waltz bestirs As gentle hours caress this lonely heart Once these long sadden years cast a dark blur Until this night refused a new start. Tonight the Heavens sing a Melody. Of Love, Life and Blissful Eternity. R.J. Lindley, Dec. 15th 1978 Sonnet ****** (6.) After Love Lost Its Bright Vanishing Light Now when the dew glitters the ground I remember your eyes and weep, My brain aches my sad heart hard pounds I pray ceaselessly in my sleep Nay- not for the beauty so lost You made the heavens again shine While I became the dying frost, And on agony sat to dine. Soon the play ends, the curtain falls Yet this brief moment we still see From the grieving seas your heart calls To I that prays on bended knees My angel, my darling- my all Pray I, your hear this sincere plea. With you here and our life anew Paradise will our souls entwine For me, there exists none but you We both drank passion's sweetest wine Dawn, I wake and morn's echoes bring Memory of our midnight kiss I see your face, my angel sings Tears fall, for the love I so miss. R. J. Lindley, Dec. 5th 1978 Rhyme, ( Memory Of A Love That Vanished ) Note: This is the third and final offering of ancient poetic doubles. Poems composed 42 years ago when I was a very young 24 years old. Still untarnished in my innocence in regards to the dark ways of the wicked world. I was learning even then about heartache, misery and how many aches and pains and sorrows can come upon a lost soul. One as yet ready to seek the much needed light. A poet that wrote and wrote =yet kept it hidden. Life went on- I changed and now regret not pursuing a career as a writer. Paths not chosen, life is full of them and the--what ifs-- that they bring. God bless, Merry Christmas to all the many kind talented and wonderful poets here!