In restless sleep the latches click
Now faded memories are all that Stick
A perfumed pillow to bury my face
An aching need of a last embrace.

The crumbs of you all fill my room
A scratched old record plays your tune
No stockings hang from shower rails
No tiny bottles to paint your nails

I cannot call you left no phone.
To let me plead to bring you home.
What if you never again return?
Is this the lesson I must learn?

Her faded picture from another place
repressed beauty weeping on her face
Sad eyes are longing to be free
A spirit broken in her eyes I see.
Truths unspoken on her lips.
Lovelights lost in a hearts eclipse.
A lady born in darkened times
Shadows of love, defy all rhyme.

A silvered moonlight sobs a longing sigh
The light sparkled teardrops flow my eye.
church bells chime the last of the blues
Goodbyes are coming like the morning news

Our ending waits to cease all cheer
Your lips are forming its almost here.
Two hearts are dancing loves last waltz
In mournful tones, they sway and halt

Longings are memories with ice-cold breath
Loves sad and broken awaiting its death
This moment falls lightly with tears in our eyes
So drown sorrow with music and say our goodbyes

For the heart is a room where old loves are parked
And the futures holds secrets in the darkest of dark.

The silvered blush of the moon
Collects haunting fragrances
of memories.yet to be made.
In the star clustered night sky
Stardust falls like feathered down.
My heart is an open door
Waiting for you.
Only for you.
My love

Old Silver
By
Jude Kyrie

Sometimes, when the day is quiet
And the light from the evening sun
fades to a gentle golden hue.
It touches your greying hair
And my heart is full
with the wonder of you.

Perhaps you are reading a book
or arranging  an errant flower.
Always with such sweet style
You polish our life
like old silver

And when we return to the flesh.
Discarding the years with their
ravages of time.
With school girl charm
You loosen your hair
Upon lavender pillows

And I gaze in wonder
Into your beautiful eyes.
The eyes that have graced
me with the look of your love
for so very long.

And in that moment
Once again.
With all tarnish removed.
Our love shines brightly.
Like old silver.

There's a sound in the house
It's a strange noise
It creeps inside
through the cracks
in the windows.
It rises up through the gaps
in the floorboards.

Silently, quietly, almost imperceptible.
Until it reaches my ears
Then the crescendo of symbols
The screaming of dying things
Fill my head.

But it still silent
Until it touches my heart.
And then I hear the softness
Of your sweet voice
The sounds of christmases past
Of love and passion
Of children and laughter
Of the touch of your lips on my skin.

And the cacahpony of a lifetime
Deafens My spirit
The sound of silence returns
To torment again another day

And the loss of you
Cuts my heart like a razor.

It was the lilacs
Yes of course the lilacs
How can the spring of youth
resist them
I know we could not.

He was too young for me
Too handsome
His hair too long and blonde
His eyes too blue.

But the lilacs
Their fragrance as heavy
As dew.
My heart overpowered
At an age when love
has surely passed me by.
But he came into the lilacs fragrance.
Running down the country road all alone
I was answering my cell phone
a business call
Then the accident the noise on the car
The sight of him flying in the air
The silence.

All I had thought about
was money success
Spoiled getting all I wanted.
But he was lay there in the road.
I cradled him to my breast
he was so beautiful.

Are you an angel
he said am I in heaven.
From the road the wild lilacs
sang their sweet song
No not in heaven
you are here on earth.

Can I stay here forever
You are beautiful don't leave me
Let me breathe your lilacs
At the hospital he was treated
He is in bad shape the doctors said
he's pretty broken up
I doubt he will walk again.

Can he stay here I asked
not really he has no insurance,
He will be moved to county asap.
Don't do that I will pay she said.

He went into a coma
for seven weeks
I Sat with him every night
When he awoke
he looked at me with his
Beautiful piercing blue eyes.

You are my angel
he whispered.
You saved me
I belong to you now.

He learned how to walk again
I helped him regain his strength
Then he got well
And I realised
I was going to miss him
So very much.

I asked him what he wanted
I would buy it for him.
He said only you and the lilacs
I said you are too young for me.
You will not want me when I get older..
But he countered  
I want you now my angel

A year later
I just gave birth to our child
She is beautiful
Born in the late spring
When the Lilacs bloom.