Glistening night, stars
Reflecting the joy, wonder
Peace, be still, enjoy
Soft nocturnal glow
Glittering memories, hopes
Soaring, winds praising
In moments, whispers
Graceful and whimsical, light
Rousing the wonders
Bidding the heart hope
Stirrings of faith, so bold, brave
Lingering in praise
Night blends peace and thrill
Taking away the darkness,
Embracing still warmth
Bleeding light on night,
Rising moon, starlight twinkling,
Moments of reason
Erasing darkness
Feeding the music with grace
Moonlight soothes with praise
Do you remember that long-ago night
Sitting beside the sapphire pool
The moon reflected in platinum white
Gleaming facet on an aqua jewel
Like two angels, fallen, in the moonlight
We stayed up late, plucking harp and heart strings
As we wished upon a meteorite
‘Neath the silky setting of our large wings
Yet still not quite large enough to take flight
For the one thing that’s kept us both grounded
Is being content with the small things in life
By loving auras so warmly surrounded
With a heart-shaped harp and a poem to write
As sure as azure is bluer than true
I still remember that long-ago night
Serenading the moon with you.
*For my friend
Laura Kelsheimer
Blackbird sings shrill at night, before day's dawn,
not now drowned by traffic's rumble sound,
nor returning early morning flight from Costa's Benidorm
to Heathrow's duller, grayer ground.
Now all is empty beach, and quieter lock-down street.
This strange unearthly morning still has only just begun,
has only just begun its start, is nowhere near complete.
And blackbird sits on hedge row top, or higher branch,
dark shadowed shape to rising glow.
And does he notice those below no longer make their way to work,
or turn the key where car is parked beside suburban curb?
Has he found this finer voice now humankind has lost its choice
to mask this far sublimer task of glory choral sound?
So sweetly sung, so sweetly hung between each silent pause.
It gains Creator's ear, soft ringing His applause,
while many sit in fear, shut still behind closed doors,
first hearing clear for many years this greater sound composed.
First hearing clear for many years: Creator's sound composed.
MY LOVER’S LULLABY
Her song is of the night so sweet
Her feel is of a gentle breeze
A song that lifts lashes to freeze
O! My love your song make me glow
Your night fragrance makes me a watchman
Sleep my love sleep let your heart beat of me
Let your love pour out like breads bam
Your braid my night toy and I flow
His song arouse my tenderness
His touch at night gives me freshness
O! My love you are my pomegranate
Your lips ah! Your chest is of magnate
How I die for you to live my love
Touch me and feed of me your dove
Love me as you‘ve always done
Hurry and tenderly before the day’s brightness
Let my love be your night light
My love I see you clear and bright
To you I sing an ever-loving ode
And your children are mine till old
He is my pride and diction
She is real and not a fiction
My love is her hymn and hum
My touch is his dream and we zmmmmm
Sing a song,
To woo you all night long.
The singer enrapturing and beautiful,
Sending her love for song.
To her audience,
Man to adore and so much more.
The serpent in the garden of Eden,
Temptation beyond compare.
Carefully sending her tonic soh fah,
Disguised as a contemporary song.
All night long the song is heard,
Like the beautiful nightingale and song bird.
Caressing the wind like a warm summer breeze,
God's love disguised yet heard, a divinity.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Criss cross, stuck and lost.
Find myself, at all costs.
Deep inside, let it free.
Find myself, inside of me.
Not too fast, not too slow.
Gentle now, before I blow.
It’s our last night of love.
It’s our last night of love.
I am back and you are right.
?Making love all through this night.
Quiet tears of sorrow claim,?
All our fears by their name.
It’s our last night of love.
It’s our last night of love.
Life is breaking our hearts tonight,
Life is taking it all away.
What’s to come, what has gone,
What we found, what we lost.
Life is breaking our hearts tonight,
Life is taking it all away.
Nothing more than a subtle push,
Oh, and the wind blows our hearts away.
It’s our last night of love.
It’s our last night of love.
It’s our last night of love.
Let’s make it count
Every inch and every ounce.?
It’s our last night of love
It’s our last night of love.
It’s our last night of love...
SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL'S WIFE
Some night you'll wake before morning
Sweatin to the oldies she will sing.
She'll make you think you're in Heaven...
Long enough to tell you ANYTHING...
And you'll believe her.
Some night you'll wake up hearing voices
Sweatin to the oldies of here life.
She'll never say you're in Heaven.
Or tell you you've been sleeping with the Devil's Wife.
She'll never tell you, you've been sleeping with the Devil's wife.
But you will KNOW.
You will know.
That's when you'll need her.
That's when you'll love her the most.
That's when you will die.
Sleeping with the Devil's wife.
That's when you will die.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa ---hear the song and First take Video on Youtube, search for vee bdosa then select SLEEPING WITH THE DEVILS WIFE. One of my personal favorites, more poetry than song.
Far away in the sultry night
A horn impatient blowing
Conscience delayed the vulture's flight
The heart's intent is knowing
And the candles left still burning
And the song is playing softly
O bed with comfort conspiring
To break a heart ungently
Far away in the sultry night
Love is conquered and decieved
The luscious apple brims the sight
And sorrow's pale web is weaved
I know you would not stay for long
I felt your heart receding
You could not dance to just one song
Go down, your car is waiting.
For night long
No sleep came
But song and song and song
Melting in the candles' flame
Of thought, fore I wrote them all
That with silvern flashes broke
The net and swam, and swam, and swam
In a pool gulping words, then choke
Upon the imagery of the lamb
Bleating where no shepherd hears it call.
I reeled them out and in again
Each rhyme a little hook
While the boat throbs with the strain
Of waves opening like a book.
Can you see my freckled sea
In the night all night long
My sleep tortured by a song
I woke up this morning feeling fine.
There's something special on my mind.
Last night I met a new girl in the neighborhood.
Something tells me I'm into something good.
She's the kind of girl whose not too shy,
and I could tell right away that I'm her kind of guy.
She danced close to me like I hoped she would.
Something tells me I'm into something good.
We only danced for a minute or two
then she stuck close to me the whole night through.
Can I be falling in love?
She's everthing that I've been dreaming of.
I walked her home and she held my hand.
I knew this couldn't be just a one night stand,
so I asked to see her next week and she told me I could.
Something tells me I'm into something good.
*
A Herman's Hermits song that is one of a kind.
I heard it this mornibg and couldn't get it off my mind.
Listen to the song if you would
and I challenge you not to feel anything but good.
*
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxDh2sYQRpo
THAT SONG WENT WRONG
We danced all night as you listened to my serenade
You heard the music romance made
While we two-stepped in your living room
Until that room filled with my tears became a tomb
I sang to you about the magic that could be
I crooned a tune about the mystic music made by you and me
We harmonized with notes so sweet
Until two part harmony met with defeat
My song contained lyrics of sheer adoration
So we sang and danced until your love’s cessation
When our music was silenced and your love as well
And no longer will my overture swell
My song was stilled by sorrow and tears
While I played a melody only a lover hears
Now there’s no more harmonious song
And we no longer dance all night long
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
I am still walking, walking, walking...
Where to, I don't know, yet.
I entrust myself to you again.
And, as on thin fragile ice,
I am still walking, walking, walking...
I am still walking, walking, walking...
In a stream of days, in a circle of events.
And more I explore the more interesting sense I get,
No matter if it's a pleasure or a trouble.
I am still walking, walking, walking...
And even if my Land is too far away
And my Distant Island is behind the Seas,
I will leave my look of sadness
In a Maze of my night dreams.
I will dissolve my trouble with my hands.
I am walking to you, my Prophetess...
I am still walking, walking, walking...
l pass the strangers faces.
I do not sleep at night at all.
I steal my night dreams from my time.
I am still walking, walking, walking...
THAT SONG WENT WRONG
We danced all night as you listened to my serenade
You heard the music romance made
While we two-stepped in your living room
Until you ended the tune and the room became a tomb
I sang to you about the magic that could be
I crooned a tune about the mystic music made by you and me
We harmonized with notes so sweet
Until two part harmony met with defeat
My song contained lyrics of sheer adoration
So we sang and danced until your love’s cessation
When our music was silenced and your love as well
And no longer will my overture swell
My song was stilled by sorrow and tears
While I played a melody only a lover hears
Now there’s no more harmonious song
And we no longer dance all night long
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
THAT SONG WENT WRONG
We danced all night as you listened to my serenade
You heard the music romance made
While we two-stepped in your living room
Until that room filled with my tears became a tomb
I sang to you about the magic that could be
I crooned a tune about the mystic music made by you and me
We harmonized with notes so sweet
Until two part harmony met with defeat
My song contained lyrics of sheer adoration
So we sang and danced until your love’s cessation
When our music was silenced and your love as well
And no longer will my overture swell
My song was stilled by sorrow and tears
While I played a melody only a lover hears
Now there’s no more harmonious song
And we no longer dance all night long
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
In the night the marsh cricket cries,
Ringing through the starless still
A song of aurora skies.
A pale gray moon, listening, sighs,
No wind rippling the watermill
In the night the marsh cricket cries.
Shearing the dark a lost bird flies,
The melody shivers in the chill
A song of aurora skies.
Hours before forgotten sunrise,
Ants dare venture from their hill
In the night the marsh cricket cries.
Beneath the marsh water millions of eyes,
Shameless creatures drink in their fill
A song of aurora skies.
There are no fears, there are no lies
They cannot understand this thrill
In the night the marsh cricket cries
A song of aurora skies.
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