It's surprising how wonderful the world seems,
after a night spent in your arms.
Not so illusive now are my innermost dreams,
I'm under the spell of your charms.
Through rose-tinted glasses everything I see,
sun shines through the drops of rain.
Even the greyest sky looks bright blue to me,
my heart feels light, free from pain.
Dark angry storms of life, they just fade away,
depression clears from my mind.
It is like a healing hand has touched my day,
I feel caring and gentle and kind.
Then once again it's time for you to be with me,
heaven is there for me to touch.
The waves of emotion build just like the sea,
I wonder that I can feel so much.
After all this time that I've been loving you,
your smile can still make my day.
Not young lovers, but it's so very true,
your eyes still melt my heart away.
These bright summer days
present a world starker than
fall's greyest hours
8/14/22
Morning Sunshine
Clouds all a’ scatter, the greyest of views
Drizzle does tickle the ground
Willows are weeping amidst early gloom
Solemn this place to be found
Chipmunks now scurry to hide in their den
Songbirds stay silent away
Butterfly tear drops now longing to end
Till you awaken this day
Then the horizon a whispering sight
Ribbons of cellophane gold
Trinkets of beams form an early delight
Frowns soon to be put on hold
Outside my window now beckoning me
And in my heart so divine
Shimmering happiness, beauty I see
You are my morning sunshine
Good morning Soupers
Has a delusional life let you down...
when even hope seemed far?
Has everyone pushed you aside
and been ashamed of who you are,
makings a disapproving frown
to forget that you existed...
that you were entitled to be loved?
I have felt the same anger inside,
looked at the greyest sky above,
sought sympathy, and received none;
did I give up and kicked a stone?
Make music to stay alive,
chase away monotony
with your happiest notes
and control your destiny;
look ahead and take a step forward:
you'll be surely greeted by happiness!
What I like to say to you is this:
fight fate with all your might,
feel glad for every sacrifice...
you'll achieve what others
tried hard to accomplish twice
without discovering their insight!
Make music to stay alive,
renew your faith in pride,
amaze them with your strength:
that you have given all you got!
I am no more than an Courier
A wanderer through life
Words are what I choose to cling to
Purveyor of the times
Spending forbidding moments in the desert
Just to watch it bloom at night
The chilling winds that blow the stinging sands
Help create that which I write
I look for answers in the greyest of skies
Where there's no limit to the powers that be
The howling wind changes the shape I'm in
That only the darkness it can see
The river that flows freely from my soul
Starts out where this life fails to end
And when it reaches its destination
The tide will rise again...
Although unheard I thank you
For always being there
Even when you were bedridden
You always seemed to care
You meant so much to all of us
you were special and that's no lie
you brightened up the darkest day
and even the greyest sky
Many tears I have seen and cried
They have all poured out like rain
I know that you are happy now
Cause your no longer in pain.
for years on I will remember you
And what you used to say
You made each of us smile
And live to the fullest each day
They say in time it gets easier
I believe this isn't true
Because even after all the time in the world
I still wont have a clue
I was not ready to say goodbye
Your drugs just over took
So on this day we remember you
I take a second look
Our friendship is forever
Until death, did we part
Although your away physically
You're always in my heart
Found hanging in her cell
from a noose made of teeth
and hair and bone
Blood red wine drips
from veins down arms
loving arteries give forth
Rusty bridge hangs in mist
creaking with weight of time
eyelids closed, sublime
Cranes etch their outline
on the greyest horizon
strong and fatherly still
I cannot write of white sandy beaches
For I am an inland raised girl
Who lived under the blue sky of Dakota.
I guess I’ll give “the sky” a whirl.
If I had lived by one of the oceans
Then I would have written of it.
But I choose to honor bright skies of blue,
Getting bluer the longer I sit.
We had greyest of cold skies in winter.
Sometimes they were white, full of snow.
But endless expanse of blue summer skies
Put on a magnificent show.
Without blanket of smog to pollute it
The sky was a clear, azure blue,
It was just right for summertime dreaming,
To recall in winter time too.
It’s been many years since as a youngster
I dreamed under vivid blue sky.
Until gazing brought on a hunger for
A slice of Mom’s blue-berry pie.
When I am tired of smoke-yellowed heavens,
And I long for skies I once knew,
I pack up my tent to go back where I spent
My youth under bluest of blue.
Written for contest "Blue on blue on blue." My subject "The Sky" Won no. 2
Blue—
Like the color of his eyes and
Blue means nothing to me cuz it’s
Cold—
Like the feeling in your eyes
And the lakes we used to go swimming in
Late January on the Delaware
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Flying over the ocean—
Greyest night
Watching the water churn, churn against the sky-fire burning bright.
Don’t cease your reaching towards the light.
It shines through gaps of the blackest night
Fire, burn, your way is right.
dedicated to Kerry
The literal closet in which she dreamed
Visions of a world that outside teemed
Whilst poring over texts and theories
Cocooned her life from freedoms’ wine,
The taste of which fermented bright
In the chrysalis cauldron of her mind.
The motors that hummed beneath her skin,
The restless throb that pulsed within
Desired release to spread her wings,
For soon the spring brought summer after
As greyest days she turned to sunshine
By way of gentle wit and laughter.
The butterfly girl one glorious morning,
Felt the joy of life transforming,
And she cast aside the red-brick past,
As beauty reigned upon her form,
She chased the pleasure that is life,
And soared beyond the rain and storm.
For now the future beckoned glowing,
The earth in splendour hers for knowing,
Even though she gleaned vulnerability
And how she all too easily cried,
She prepared to engage the roughness of life,
Betrothed to the world a butterfly bride.