Softly Given This Heart to You
F J McCarthy on Jan 24, 2010


A quiet night,the two of us,the lights are turned down low.

The music plays ,the song we know,we dance so very slow.

You look at me,so beautiful ,a word was never said.

I kiss your lips, you take my hand and lead me to your bed.

We share our love for the first time,our bodies become one.

We linger in sweet ecstasy, until the morning sun.

I feel desire grow ,as sunlight plays across your skin,

With kisses and caresses we make sweet love again.

So pure and true our first night together,our love was so brand new.

You had always been my love love, so softly given this heart to you.

Two Souls
F J McCarthy on Jan 11, 2009


Two souls searching for love.
neither Knowing where to look.
So close it seemed a step away.
The only step that no one took.
Too many times they passed.
their search  was so intense.
They could not feel the love so near,
Just waiting over the fence.
Left alone they could not wait.
The need they felt was just too great.
A summer fling to quench their thirst.
For surely soon their hearts would burst.
And then they met, by luck or chance.
They heard the music and felt the dance.
So hard it had been to finally meet.
At last they knew love, their souls were complete.

The Rain
F J McCarthy on Jan 21, 2009


My friends and neighbors think it’s strange, the times I chose to walk.
I go out late when it’s dark, and hardly ever talk.
I walk for miles without a goal, not going any place.
I come home , pass out on my couch and drift out into space.
I never walk on sunny days,  the world is just too bright.
I like it when it rains, especially at night.
At night no one can see me, or how I’m filled with pain.
They only try to keep themselves  dry ,and get out of the rain.
Myself I just keep walking,not caring if I’m wet.
Maybe if I walk enough I’ll finally forget.
But the memories of you keep haunting me, torturing my brain.
And the tears keep streaming down my face, so I hide them in the rain.

Whispers Softly
F J McCarthy on Jan 20, 2009


The music whispers softly in my ear.
Reminding me of times I hold so dear.
The melodies are playing, like feathers on a drum.
Whisper to me softly,  of all the joy to come.
The violins and bass, their bows pulled gently by.
So beautiful and pure, I can not help to cry.
As the tears,  roll gently down my cheek, Some one stops to say.
“Is there something I can do?” “No I’ll be O.K.”
It seems I have a problem, with these whispers that I hear.
No-one else can hear them, It’s like they just don’t care.
Yet I long to hear the whispers, getting fainter every day.
They are the music of your voice , before you went away.

Spiderweb Dancer
F J McCarthy on Jan 18, 2009


Dancing lightly on the air she weaves her silver thread.
With natures pure perfection, no hesitation in her tread.
She dances to and fro, on her lovely silken net.
Eight legged ballerina, whose dance you won’t forget.
The spins and twists and turns, they seem to draw you in.
She beckons you come closer, I’ll take you for a spin.
So beautiful she dances, what harm could come of this?
One dance, a chance perhaps , to steal a little kiss.
You fly without regret, to late to realize.
The dancer you won’t forget, has changed before your eyes.
Trapped by her seduction , she dances round and round.
Encasing you in silver lies, soon never to be found.
So as you lie there helpless, she feeds on your cocoon.
Then wait for her next dance partner,  who’s flying in real soon.

The Pitfalls and the Pebbles
F J McCarthy on May 3, 2009


Wandering through life,uncertain of my path.

Just stumbling my way across this world.

Wanting to be more than what I am.

Just not sure how to get there.

So many bumps along the way.

I trip and fall and bleed,but still I’m here.

Does this road have an ending?

A goal that I can reach and call my own.

Like a blind man in the forest, I just keep walking.

Hope against hope, I will see the light.

So long on this journey beaten ,pushed ,passed by.

Others on this road moving so fast they barely notice me.

Perhaps around the next bend my goal will come in sight.

The reason I have come so far will be clear.

Til then I just keep walking, watching for the pitfalls and the pebbles.

It seems they both can make you fall.

Far Away Love
F J McCarthy on Jan 15, 2009


I have never loved someone,
as much as I love you.
And though you cannot see me now.
Someday I hope you do.
And if we never join as one.
If that’s what Heaven deems.
I’ll cherish all my memories,
and love you in my dreams.