I long - for the stars in my sight...
These days are dull - not like the night.
The night sky glistens with twinkles high above.
I yearn..
to fall with the sunset
and think of things I will never forget.....
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
A gentle, gentle breeze
blows swiftly through the trees.
Leaves begin to swirl and fall.
Many autumn colors to enjoy and awe.
Apples to harvest from its trees.
Pumpkins a plenty to pick and please.
Blessings of Thanksgiving is a reason
for autumn to be a joyous season.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
I have drowned in the captivity of your eyes.
Eyes so mesmerizing like a sea of blue.
When the sun shines upon those eyes,
Its gold radiance gleam sparkles in that sea of blue.
The blue which hath drunken my soul.
This drink I taste is so refreshing,
It quenches my thirst for love.
This feeling I get when you stare at me,
Intoxicates my very soul, my well-being.
What a love this is this drunken feeling.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
An evening after a sweet summer rain
Brings a provisions I cannot explain
A scent of after rain dew
Bring fulfillment to greenery anew
The sun in the west has set
An evening of renewal to never forget
Clouds break apart and wither away
There is clearness to the firmament, I say
The stars come and appear so bright
The calmness of the air feels so right
The coolness of a tranquil breeze
Puts my racing feelings at ease
Darkness has filled the sky, a dark blue
And twinkles of happiness, the stars are new
The summer stillness, the gentle wind
Sends me to God in which I depend.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
A crackle, here and there
Lightning strikes in the sky beam a fanfare
A glorious concordance of a storm
A concert to perform
Loud drums pound and wind whistle sound
Lightning hits the ground
Thunder and wind
Keep me disciplined
The suddenness of a thundering roar
Keeps me on my toes waiting for the downpour
Punishing thunder yet waiting for the rain
So calming, I cannot explain
The storm is coy and I want to hear more
I am waiting for its loudest galore
Storm, lay out my burdens for me
So that I can go on with glee
You’re excitement keeps me going
The rain starts flowing
I begin to feel fine
No burdens to confine
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
A love grown to be so divine
Such a love to share with thine
Forever bound are our souls like two cranes
Eternally together our love remains
When a crane’s mate dies
It never seeks to find another for compromise
It’s like you and I
My love for you will never die
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
A certain touch, a gentle breeze
Is enough to bring my soul at ease
The star that shines so bright
Fills my heart with joy through the night
The thought of you comes into mind
My weary body starts to unwind
I start to think of yesterday
Wonder why it so fast, went away
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
The love that I knew, I wish I still had.
My soul is lost searching for feelings that are glad.
My heart was strong and beating anew.
I wish right now I was with you.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
Oh, the strides of my soles so tired and weary. I remember the days so young and cheery. Love was anew and my heart did glow. It was the only thing I wanted to know.
Today looking back my heart is now cold, the one I love hurt me so bold.
I'm only a road of rocks that are broken, the one that's treaded along unspoken.
The path could be made to be so smooth, if only his crass heart would move.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
Not a smile
Not even a glance.
Do I even exist?
I don't know anymore...
I guess in all
The chaos
I just...forgot to be
I forgot
What it's like
To exist.
I want to be real again.
I want to be
Their screams and laughter
Echo 'round me
Piercing my eardrums
Ebbing like an unseen ocean
Quiet
Loud
Quiet
Loud
But alone I sit
At my own table
The memory of how to live
Gradually slipping like water
From my cold
Dead
Fingers
It's all gone.
I can't remember...
I can't remember!
People I once knew
Places I went
All gone
Like stars.
Also like stars
I am here-I know I am-but no one
Can
See
Me.
All the time I watch them live
But all the time
I don't exist
I want to be here
In the existence I can only brush
with my ghostly pale fingers
But never truly touch
Because now
In this sick reality,
That's all I really am:
A ghost.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC