Memory in the Making*

As I ponder o'er the day
In the stillness of the evening
My thoughts keep going back
To the sadness of your leaving
A bittersweet sad longing
In the quiet of the evening

This melancholy mood I'm in
Is one of my own making
I roll it over in my mind
A memory for the taking
A bittersweet and melancholy
Memory in the making

Some strange need inside of me
Keeps clinging to this lonely mood
As if clinging to these feelings
Keeps me closer still to you
These sweetly sad and forlorn longings
Keep me near and dear to you

And so, I shall push back the night
I'll fight the sleep that dims my mind
To savor every moment spent
Reliving moments caught in time
The sweet and cherished moments spent
The memories that ease my mind

Broken*

I am broken
As I fall to the ground in sharp edged pieces
I wonder what happened

I am battered
Frantic to hold on to one clear thought
I struggle to understand

I am crushed
Frightened by the weight pushing me down
I cry out

There must be a way through this
I won't give up
I can't give in
I will get through this
And stand again

Breathe*

I want to breathe
Deeply
Unrestricted
All the way to my toes

I want to sleep
Deeply
Untroubled
All the way through the night

I want to love
Deeply
Unafraid
All the way to my soul

I want to live
Emphatically
Unrestricted
Untroubled
Unafraid

It's all I want
I want it all

Longing for Summer*

The heat melting my lazy bones
Leeching the stress from worn muscles
Drugging my mind
Sweet relaxation
In the warm sun

The air heavy with aromas
Honeysuckle and new mown grass
Lawnmowers drone
Humming their summer tune
Perfect hammock conditions

Sunlight*

Sunlight

There's a pattern to the light
As the sun streams through
Leaf covered branches
On a windy day

Or the way the light reflects
Off the lake
As the water ripples
In the breeze

Hypnotizing

You close your eyes
And you still see it
Imagine you can feel it
Warm and soothing

Turn your face to the sunlight
Let it dance across your eyelids
Let the patterns ease your mind
Breathe it in

Morning Hour*

Morning Hour

How quiet comes the morning hour
When spent alone in calm reprieve
Gives shape to thoughts 

And dreams undreamed

Such times refresh the weary soul
And so our hearts and minds relieve

So seldom do we take the time
To let the stillness come inside
To breathe and listen to the sounds
Which all around us fill the air
Such soothing patterns can be found
Such healing calming patterns there

As I sit and contemplate
The stillness I have let within
And find a vastly complex tune
All around me weaves its song
I feel the healing that begins
I find the peace for which I long

 

Daddy, Where are you*

 

Viviens'  Lament

Daddy, where are you
Mommy, where are you
We can't help but smile
while you keep repeating
Daddy, where are you
You're supposed to be sleeping

Daddy, where are you
Mommy, where are you
You're sweet little voice
is making our hearts sing
Daddy, where are you
Such joy those four words bring

We are helplessly lost
as we watch and we listen
Mommy, where are you
You're lamenting so sweetly
Daddy, where are you
We love you completely

 

Paint*

Paint

Paint for me sweet memory
One without regret
One with subtle colors
That one cannot forget

Sing for me sweet melody
With words that bring a smile
No melancholy harmonies
A tune of simple style

Tell to me sweet memory
One that you hold dear
That I may keep within my heart
Until again you're near

Pen for me sweet lullaby
Or sweet and simple poem
That I may hold within my soul
Until at last you're home

Mother*

Mother

If you could know my mother
You would be much improved
Just knowing of the life she's led
The maddening crazy things she's said
The wondrous thoughts inside her head
Would leave you vastly moved

You cannot meet my mother
Without leaving somehow changed
She enriches you with childhood schemes
She teaches you the worth of dreams
She's unlike any other
Your life is rearranged

She's oh so far from perfect
When measured next to others
Unless you value being kind
Her extraordinary strength of mind
Her courage in the worst of times
She's not like any others
I so adore my mother

Losing Game*

 

Why does it always hurt so much
I should just take things as they stand
I raise my hopes up anyway
And run around the maze again

The outcome always stays the same
Though words and promises ring true
I raise my hopes up anyway
To have them crushed again anew

I know it's just a losing game
This round and round I tend to play
I need a different point of view
I need to find another way

I know that I am who's to blame
I make the rules in my own life
It's I who makes the choice to play
This game that causes all my strife

I think I'm ready to begin
A different game with different rules
It's time to walk out of the maze
This time I've nothing left to lose

The Melody of Night..*

The Melody of Night

A favorite thing I like to do
is go into my room
In the quiet of the evening
In the shadows and the gloom

I make sure all the lights are off
And any telltale sound
Is muffled, baffled, silenced
There's no one else around

I open all the windows
I settle to the floor
And listen to the night sounds
I couldn't hear before

The chirping of the crickets
In the waning of the light
The croaking of the tree frogs
The melody of night

The whisper of the raindrops
A pattern on the leaves
The stirring of the branches
Moving softly in the breeze

I seem to breathe more deeply
My burdens become light
I sing my song most clearly to
The melody of night

Thoughts*

Thoughts

I thought I had this handled
I thought I knew the way
I thought I had the answers
To get me through the day

I thought I could be careless
I thought it would be fine
I thought that life was patient
I thought I'd have more time

I thought that I'd be braver
I thought I'd thought it through
I thought I'd have another chance
To sit awhile with you

Now all my thoughts are jumbled
I thought I was so strong
I thought I'd conquered all my fears
I thought, but I was wrong

Now all my thoughts are silent
And as my tears run dry
I think of how I love you
And cannot say goodbye

Autumn Days*

Autumn Days

Like whispered secrets from a child
The joys these Autumn days can bring
So sweetly do the moments fly
On Autumns brilliant wings

Crisp and bright the Autumn days
Go hurtling through our lives
Hold close the treasured memories
These Autumn days reprise

The Stream ..*

The Stream

I found a place 

To sit and dream
Along the banks

Of a tumbling stream

A quiet place of ebb and flow
Of thoughts as fleeting 

As the stream

The ebb and flow

A chance to dream
The patchwork carefree 

Childhood dreams
In random patterns 

Seldom seen

Go tumbling churning 

Here then gone
Along the banks 

Of a tumbling stream

Let time and life 

Slow down
And dream
Along the banks 

Of a tumbling stream