Moonlight will reign when twilight fades
Skies darken and starlight cascades
The world is poised, ready for sleep
While my heart aches, and my eyes weep
Tides continue to ebb and flow
Grief chills my life like Winter snow
Tears borne on waves into the deep
While my heart aches, and my eyes weep
Nights are long as I lie abed
Memories of us fill my head
Time moves slowly, seeming to creep
While my heart aches, and my eyes weep
In restlessness, I toss and turn
For what I have lost, I still yearn
From love we've sown, I cannot reap
While my heart aches, and my eyes weep
Muted in lament are my sighs
So no one hears my mournful cries
I pray to God, "My soul to keep"
While my heart aches, and my eyes weep
As dawn appears in morning light
I'm thankful for passage of night
Across my room, sunlight will sweep
While my heart aches, and my eyes weep
My sleep is dream-filled now --
imagined scenes, practiced dialogues,
fervid comments, loving words --
never-voiced retorts.
I resist awaking, lie in bed
clinging to a dream world --
and to that mind-constructed me
within it -- to that better, truer self,
an ached-for rosy apparition.
Do not disturb my slumber --
let me lie abed and smile
until this waking world conforms
to the ideal one I build
in dreams.
THE KILLING NIGHT IN KENYA
Lush green fields cushion diamond skies--
Cattle rustlers burst through night
Machetes swinging like a game
Mid spring blooms whose scent delights
Rifles slung like children’s packs
Hug shoulders that should lie abed
Blood trails flow moonlit from stealth feet
Leaving sixty sleeping people dead
Victoria Anderson-Throop
12/30/12 ©
Death week of 12/22/12
I wake up every morning out of habit I suppose,
Though I’ve earned the right to lie there in somnolent repose.
God has given me this day and I must rise to meet it.
It can’t be wasted. Once it’s gone, there’s no chance to repeat it.
I set the clock for seven and if I should forget.
My kitty comes to waken me. I must rise to feed my pet.
Sometimes I have appointments to get me out of bed.
I set the time for early and the headlines heard or read.
There are days I have designs to be readied for a show.
A busy woman such as I can’t lie abed you know.
There are poems to be written and contests I must enter.
Life is flowing ‘round me and I’m right smack in the center.
No. 4 in contest
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