Shade
A perfect nap beneath the glade.
SEEKING HIS SHADE
In hot injustice,
May God canopy us with
Shades of endurance:-
Under the Tree of Life, I slept in profound and secret shade,
when the Holy Lord took pity and opened a window within,
with a deep wound that pierced my dream and slumber,
and in that moment, I lost you, my love, my blue light akin.
With my wounded eye, I gazed at you and knew you as a stranger,
holy as the Lord, far from me, far from all known lore,
now only in dreams and sleep, you are my source of light's wager,
now only in sleep and dreams, you arise as an unborn longing's core.
Source of harsh thoughts, now only in dreams do you abide,
now only in slumber do I find you, in secret, without end,
stranger and holy, like the Lord, in celestial abysses you reside,
now only in dreams and sleep, you are my unceasing yearning's trend.
You are the echo of a time that knows no boundary between dream and real,
a shadow dancing on the edge of a lost thought's seam,
and in deep slumber, I find you, an astral symbol surreal,
now, only in dream and sleep, my love, a silent yearning's theme.
If only you could see
the forest for the trees
it would feel so good
for then as an evergreen
you'd be out of the woods
and if you cared for me
going out on a limb
tho' not on bended knee
I'd ask you to become
a branch of my family
so near and yet so far
you touched me to
the roots of my heart
and as one fir to another
I bough to you
with all it may impart
for yes I too am a conifer
and what's a tree to do
but stand here in the shade
patiently before I wilt away
while I pine for you
Dancing in my room as the daylight fades
my silhouette turns pirouettes on the window shade
how much love does it take to break the spell
and shake this gloom I know too well
rainy days I've had my share
the outlook it's not always fair
searching for a way reaching out for you
'til you return and make the sun shine through
slipping into dreams as twilight falls
my fantasy's reality 'til tomorrow calls
how much faith does it take to make amends
and wake this love in you again
lonely nights I've known a few
that cold cold wind it cuts right through
looking for the good hoping for the best
wanting all your love getting by on less
and I'm talking to the man in the moon
telling him I'm missing you
walking with the man in the moon
wondering if he's ever been this blue
glistening shadows
fading gently into light ~
breaking through egos
I didn’t plant that garden tree
But thinking, I just let it be
I knew I should have cut it out
But felt within to let it sprout
And so, as seasons came and went
I pruned this tree, its bole I bent
Around the gable of my shed
But left the limbs above my head
The years passed by and I grew old
I hated heat and shunned the cold
My garden work became a chore
As summer days my patience wore
But resting underneath that tree
Allowed me time to watch and see
The beauty of my garden wrought
And all the neighbored friends it brought
A bunny comes to taste my beets
While shaded so, I rest my feet
A bumble-bee’s contralto thrum;
A promise of much more to come
Badgers, robins, the house finch red
All come with hopes of being fed
And I, too tired to wield my hoe,
Am glad I let that elm tree grow.
Roadwork noises by my window
Fertilize with stones my thoughts
I got used to live in limbo
In the realm of bookish gods
So I’m punished with the sounds
And delighted when it’s quiet
They are setting the new grounds
About which I’m unreliant
And I dash into the river
Of the constant change but no
It’s the same, cause I’m forgiven
Playing games we used to know
You are laughing at my knowledge
We are sharing loving fun
And behind your back the foliage
Casts a shade across the sun
Lost in Shade
I am a blur in the mosaic, painted, not placed
a borrowed hue in a gallery of dream and machines.
Voices whirl like prayer wheels spun too fast,
each syllable a wind that forgets my name.
Skyscrapers bloom like cold steel flowers,
rootless, like me, fed by wires, not soil.
I chase the scent of home through alleys of memory,
but find only the dust of vanished names.
My past is folded in a drawer no one opens,
forty winters pressed into brittle silence.
I carry nothing but breath and a blank refrain,
I am lost in a shaded world
But with no shade of my own.
the holms evergreen tree was
like a sherlock holmes twin
without his sensory
probe-abilities...
and probably holmes
accelerated his own
probe-abilities just
for sheer luck...
especially out in parks
where there be so
many women who
sought men as shade...
stan/len
The years linger on taking its toll.
You’ve been through it all looking back you behold.
All the things you’ve seen.
The many crazy dreams.
Now you wind down as your life begins to slow.
Seeing faces that are unfamiliar these people you don’t know.
Daydreaming you stare outside.
You wonder over your life and how it has passed you by.
All the things you wish you would have done.
Now wishing your life could be redone.
Nothing is familiar you don’t even recognize yourself.
You won’t let anyone in you won’t let anyone help.
Now you’re unable to speak but oh the words you would say.
Never take life for granted the price you now pay.
All the years are gone and now you are old.
Just barely hanging on in your tired shade of gold.
Oh the purity that I chase.
Longing to be free from the worry on my face.
I wish to be clean and free from my sins.
Following my Lord is the only way I win.
Wondering through the night I stare back at the stars.
Being mindful of the pain as I hide all my scars.
I only want things to fall in place right.
I long to be in a brighter shade of white.
I don’t hurt others as they will hurt me.
I let things go so I can remain free.
As I travel through this life never knowing where it goes.
I never forget my God and what my spirit truly knows.
That I am to be holy as my Father is holy and that is such a task.
How do I do that? I always have to ask.
I find myself asking what would Jesus do?
Never doing anything that leaves me feeling blue.
I just want to be one with my creator.
Be thankful for all He gives me and be like my savior.
Getting through the days and making it safely through the night.
Come out cleaner on the other side in a brighter shade of white.
A darker shade of black.
To keep the shadows from peeking back.
A dimmer shade of dark.
Keep the fear out from my heart.
As I closed my eyes I drifted off to sleep.
Lying wide awake as darkness hovered over me.
In a darker shade of black the devil will attack.
Whispering my name but never knowing where he's at.
Lying in this dream I fear.
Nightmares don't come in this clear.
Paralized by the sounds of darkness that creep.
I lay in a stage of sleep.
Taken hostage from where my weakness lies.
Sleeping and I can't close my eyes.
At the darkness I stare back.
In a darker shade of black.
Mauve, the sky's eerie cloud covering
Wolves howled throughout the night
No loons or wise owls were hovering
Moonlight's glow was a shade of pink
A tree, long barren and believed dead
bloomed perfumed buds, but not a leaf
What strange phenomena was taking place?
Should I be filled with the wonder of magic,
or with fear that this night was to be tragic?
Along the meadow's gentle stream
we'll find shade to recline
my eyes meet hers as in a dream
love we'll find by design
we'll welcome love we see so clear
with poems felt I wrote
softly spoke so her soul may hear
from my heart words, I quote
this gift I'll share from my heart's well
written with revelry
dreams and poems a lover's spell
will find our kiss most heavenly
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