We look upon their faces,
To see ourselves.
We look upon their faces,
To see our past.
We look upon their faces,
To see who has gone before.
But, how often do we look upon their faces,
To try to see the future?

I hear you whisper.
Staring into a star lit sky,
I hear you whisper.
All is quiet this spring night
Infused only with sounds of peepers.
I hear you whisper.
My heart reaches out
Wanting to grab those words.
Pull them within,
To warm my soul.
I hear you whisper.
Memories stir
Expand in my mind
Enriching my very existence.
I hear you whisper.
Distance may taunt,
Time, it may hinder.
The fire within
The flame of my passion,
Burns steadily bright
Fed by love for you.
All this explains why,
I hear you whisper.

Dan Gray
April 30, 2018

Come and join me.
For a walk.
Through the quiet
Foggy night.
The only sound,
That of water drops
As they grow larger
Slowly dropping,
Leaf to leaf to leaf.
Take my hand.
Walk beside me.
Through the mists
Slowly swirling
With each breath of air.
Shades of shifting light,
Timelessly reminding one,
Of a black and white movie.

Dan Gray
April 2018

What is with the inverse feeling of living?
I can remember, in my youth, when my body didn’t hurt
I could take on the world
Adrenalin flowed and I could do anything
But my mind was ******* with hormones.
With what I felt, smelt, tasted and saw.

Now my body is *******
In hurt, pain and struggle.
But my mind can take on the world;
I want to create, impress and fly.

Oh the gods.
Oh my muses.
Why can we not balance,
The power of our youth,
With the wisdom of our age?

Dan Gray
July 11, 2017

I lay here awake unable to sleep
I am worried for my Lady Love
I want nothing more than to hold her, at this time
I want nothing more than to kiss her, at this time
I want nothing more than to hug her, at this time
I want nothing more than to make love to her, at this time
I want nothing more than time with her
My heart and my soul I have laid open and exposed for her
I feel her pain and I hurt
I hear her problems and I worry
One soul mate feels the heavy load carried by the other
I want to help her
I want to comfort her
I want to understand her
She and I as one
Forging ahead into the world with nothing but our love for each other



December 5, 2002, 1:30 AM

I sit and feel the wheel of time; slip.
Luck has been with me over time.
I have worn green, played silly ******
Jumped off tanks for weeks on end.
Wearing my body till the future tells.
Blue worn next
Chasing those that didn’t want to be caught
Weighed down with kit
Wearing out my form.
Worn black and ****** hose
Stressing limb and muscle to save homes.
Ran to wrecks
Pulled out the living to survive
Gas pouring down my leg.
I don’t complain.
I ran to the guns,
I rushed to burning buildings.
Protect my village and those within.
I never complained.
It was what I did.
But now the wheel slips.
I have worn me out.
I have lost my youth.
What I have done is natural
All was done without thought.
I never expected to reach this age.
So if I am a little slower.
Rub my joints and muscles.
Seems like I am an old man.
Don’t feel bad.
I’ve lived my life doing what I want

April 2017                      Dan Gray

Sitting in the shade under the trees.
Seeing how nature changes the stage for her seasons.
Colours in leaves painted from a different pallet
As to enrich the world for our eyes
Their texture stiffened to alter their tone
So to change the tune received by our ears.
Different birds rest in their travels
Leaving exotic overtones that perk up ones day.  
Bright warm sunshine envelopes and comforts,
While the cool fall breezes tell of coming change.
The lack of most insects, comforting.
Enabling one to sit outside and enjoy words
Others have put to paper.
A *** of tea,
Or cup of coffee,
Perhaps a glass good wine.
Feeling good to relax and enjoy.
Expectations of harvest and plenty.
A time to review the past seasons of growth
And to contemplate the coming season of cold.
The sun is setting earlier and darkness falls sooner.
The skies are clear and open,
The stars should be shining in their glory tonight.
Perhaps a good evening to put on a sweater,
Light a small fire,
Pull up a chair,
Sip on a good drink
Extending such a beautiful day into the lengthening night.
Capturing more of this day
To store in ones soul for later remembrance.

Dan Gray
Sept. 23, 2006