Well I recall, when I was young,
(Much younger than I am today).
My life, thus far, remained unsung...
When all I did was sleep and play.
I saw a horse, afore me stood,
Coat of chestnut, mane of black;
Most dazzling sight of my childhood
With lustrous seat and shining tack.


Slender legs, so firm and strong,
Bearing his great body, lean;
Flowing tail so bristly long,
The very finest ever seen.
Bought for me that summer morn
Through my parents grace;
My like for horses then was born...
A lifelong fondness to embrace.


I looked way up to see this sight
Towering high above my head.
Standing gracefully aright
A proudly handsome thoroughbred.
Dare I mount him, dare I ride?
Would he take to me?
Could I seat myself astride?
Or would he firmly disagree?


I plucked up all my infant daring
Placing my left foot
In the stirrup he was wearing
An oh so tiny shoe I put.
I climbed into the leather saddle
(Assisted by my dad)
I placed my minute legs astraddle...
And rocked and rocked and rocked like mad.

You may grieve on this darkest of days.
You may weep tears of demulcent dew
And ponder the wonder of God's cruelest ways
Though ne'er understand their reason or rhyme,
Nor unravel the ruse that he ruthlessly plays.

Alone in your anguish, your tempest and rain,
Far from the sunshine high summer once brought.
Forlorn in the torture of sadness and pain
Where lightness and brightness have now disappeared,
Bereft in the wilderness ~ alone once again.

Below the clouds drifting blackened and lost
The soul becomes naked, banished and ******,
Mere thoughts become worthless, tumbled and tossed,
And all is now nought in a world void of care,
The price you must pay now ~ the grief is the cost.

And though in the ending, when all has been said,
Nil desperandum, as faith shall go on.
And then all the reading has rudely been read,
And all the misleading has surmounted instead,
Yet when all the bleeding has bravely been bled,
Don't grieve for too long or you'll waken the dead.

I had a chocolate soldier
He had a chocolate heart;
He had a chocolate lady fair,
They never were apart.

They marched out in the morning
As daytime had begun
And there, beneath a cloudless sky,
They melted in the sun.

The wind is come to sojourn once more
Delivering tidings from far away, yonder.
It expires its breath and wheezes veracity.


Eyes may not see but ears are alarmed
As the wind calls out its blustery voice
And those who listen will know it well.


The legend told is one of timeworn myth
But nought can change, save for illusions,
And he who walked before us also follows.


The wind is come to visit this day
To test our faith and inquest our soul
For the wind that comes to call, this day, knows all.

Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.



Tis here that I met you on a pleasing summer morn
Where blossoms of the cherry, out on the bough, adorn;
Underneath the cherry tree euphoria welled soon,
I met you in the morning, I loved you by the noon.


You were more the things to me that I should ever know
And there beneath the cherry tree, neath the scented show,
We watched the sun rise in the sky and felt our hearts entwine
And all the world was lost to me just as your eyes kissed mine.


We loved throughout that summer time down in the cherry glade;
The warmest days that I had known that God has ever made.
And from an overflowing cup of mirth where I may drink
Beneath the blooming cherry tree, beneath the perfumed pink.


But as the autumn chill appeared and cooled the air around
The leaves upon the cherry tree were tumbled to the ground.
Then so the dusk of time came by, the evening of the day,
And in the darkness of the night my love had gone away.


Yet still the joy of love is mine, though but a moment long,
The memory of those blissful days shall always here belong.
And I shall sacrifice the peace I ever knew before ~
The pain of love remains with me for now and evermore.


Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.

The memories are warm in the eye of the storm
I remember the days long ago.
And the raindrops fall wet as the tears of regret
Dance through the air to and fro...
And the nighttime grows cold when the daytime grows old.


The colours and shades of the penny arcades
Flash through my mind on a whim.
And the mantra lives on, though the music is gone,
For the furore of then tends to dim.
And the nighttime grows cold when the daytime grows old.


Was I ever so young when my springtime had sprung?
Was I ever so short in the tooth?
Was I ever so tall ~ or really quite small
In the turbulent days of my youth?
And the nighttime grows cold when the daytime grows old.


Words fall on deaf ears as the sun disappears
And the twilight now smothers the bright
Do the things that I say become withered away
In the fading and ebb of the light?
And the nighttime grows cold when the daytime grows old.


So, I lie in my bed with these thoughts in my head
And anamnesis visits my dreams.
I forget how it was long ago then because
Forever they're gone ~ so it seems.
And the nighttime grows cold when the daytime grows old.

The hand that inks the essay,
The words of wisdom all that lay
Upon the page to rage and say
The things that bring such joy to me.

The eye that seeks and finds a way
To sob the story, come what may,
As thoughts and themes run wild, astray!
This eye will try to always see.

The heart that beats without delay
And rhymes the lines that dance and sway
And bound and sound as blithely they
Never, ever, silent be.

The mind that minds his words today
And savours them, for e'er to stay
Within his soul, then he may pray
His mind will see ~ mere words are we.