Memories murmur melodies
Notes falling as rose petals
Upon an open book
Each petal tracing the words
Once written
Once spoken aloud
Now silenced in the eternal wake of time
Sleeping
In the unending coma
Fragile rest
Shattered in the autumn sunrise
Bringing forth the end of dreams
The start
Of life.
Time
That avid huntress
Woos Men into sweet slumber
Minutes
Passing softly by
Wake not the undead dreamers
Hours
Drift away once more
Carrying the forgotten
Years
Slipping into past
Passing into the night sky
Time
Having perfect grip
Holds not my
Light
Dreams
Hope
Or Love.
Time
That avid huntress
Woos Men into sweet slumber
While minutes
Passing softly by
Wake not the undead dreamers
Hours
Drift away once more
Carrying the forgotten
Years
Slipping into past
Passing into the night sky
The shadow of Time
Holds fast
Gripping not
Love.
I can’t write
The fingers stray
Striking each key daintily
Softly pondering each move
The rivers of thought fail
Falling over the void
The abyss within my mind
Filled, yet empty of all
Nothing hinders my thoughts
Yet, here I find myself
Staring aimlessly ahead
Typing each and every word
Each one empty
Each one thoughtless
Why, I wonder..
After all, I am a writer..
What does that mean,
To write
To trace the lines across a page
Can it be reversed?
Restated
Erased?
Can the thoughts
Be put aside?
Ignored
Cast away
For another day
Another time
Another feeling
Lost
In the everglades of memories.
My love,
Please help me understand,
How I can feel your hand
Or taste your lips
When we’ve never kissed.
Tell me what I have missed
You’re gone now
Voice so distant in time
Feelings voided by rhyme
Tomorrow is another day
That’s what I hear
When I listen without fear
Hoping is wishing
Wishing is waste
Metal together with paste
What a dream!
What a glance
To see you and to dance
What a gamble!
What deceit!
To see me sweep you off your feet.
How grand!
How sweet!
A drummer to a different beat,
A melody of trial
Objecting to the travail of sin
Contentions within
Those soft breaths
Slowly sighing
Comfortably dying
Rested in peace.
Find Happiness, where the lilies bloom.
Seek it, in the shadows of life.
Grasp it, in the noonday sun.
Feel it, in the showers of Autumn.
Cradle it, in your amble arms.
Nourish it, in your heart.
Taste it, in the nectar of honeysuckle.
Chase it, throughout the fields of life.
Catch it, among the starry skies.
Carry it, wherever you go.
Wear it, as a smile.
Then, when you have done all these things…
Create it, in your homes.
Share it, with all the world.
Cherish it, Forevermore.
To sleep
To dream
To create that which we can not see
A life lived
Beyond reality
In a place we can never find
To rest
To hope
To flee again to that town
That dungeon
That castle afar
Yet near at hand
To wake
To find
To reminisce of that which was
Which can never be
Outside
Of our heads
To imagine
To wait
To fall again into night
Closing off our eyes
Opening our hearts
Seeking
Searching
Wishing waiting hoping
That our dreams
Are more
More that wishes
More than lies
Reaching out for dreams
To be
Life.
About the stars, interwoven in the very fabric of space and time.
Stretching out into infinity and past the recollection of lesser men.
About the oceans, vast and vicious to the unwary, yet gentle at times.
About the rain, how it falls, when it falls, how it feels.
All these I dream about,
Yet never find myself a step closer to finding out why or how…
I’m caught endlessly in between this world and the next,
Hoping I’ll find you.
Here or there,
There or here.
Chasing you endlessly throughout.
I sigh…
Resting to catch my breath,
Breathing for the first time since I saw you there,
Outlined in silver lights.
Each ray of starlight shattering,
Descending upon your hair in gentle highlights.
Strands of dreamy silk descending in pure beauty and joy.
My heart stills each time I see your face.
Each time you smile, I faint.
Being around you makes it hard to breath..
Yet it feels like I’m breathing again…
For the first time.
I’ve got a gal and she sure is swell
She’s my lady.
I’ve got a love that came from above
She’s my angel.
I worry about other guys who just can’t keep their eyes
off my girl.
I’ve got a dove as free as can be
She’s my darlin’.
I’ve got a gift a priceless gift
She’s so worth it.
Cause nothing in this world
Could make up for my girl
She’s my dream.
You are my heart
Beating softly beside my soul
You are my lungs
Breathing gently
Stealing my voice
You are my hands
Holding me close
Never letting go
You are my eyes
Seeing for the first time
Love
You are my nose
Smelling sweetly of apricot
Of rose petals on the water
You are my fingers
Intertwined in your own
You are my love
I am yours.
Moonlit Poetry 