The office was intimidating
On the upper floor of the skyscraper.
The attractive woman conducting
my interview was dressed for success.

She entered into her pitch
We pride ourselves here as a
Prospective marriage broker
Not a common dating service
Our fees reflect this.
Only the most upwardly mobile
People geared for success are accepted.
Our computer programs will match you
With your perfect partner.
Compatible in every way.
Perfect she reiterated.

Would you like to become a member
She asked.

Reflecting for a moment
I declined.
Surprised she asked
If I could tell her why.
I responded.
Well! I would be afraid
That in searching so hard
For my perfect match
You may miss the imperfect
one that would
make me so very happy.

Cut the date
into my chest.
over my heart
with your knife.
it's the day you
made love to me.
for the very first time.
I want to be scarred
with it for life.

In the skeleton forest
The white wolf prowls.
With eyes as cold and blue
as the winters skies.
The drought of the spirits
Steals our strength.
The power of the roaring Buffalo
on the mighty plains is silenced.
Only the death throes of our time
Leaves echoes in the trees.
Hear my song
it is from the times past.
Smell the smoke of the pipe.
Hear the stories of great chiefs.
Lie in thetipi of blessed memory.
Kiss the bride of your shared blood.
Deliver the children
that will be our might.
Put the spirit of lost thoughts
Back into the white man's bottle.
Arise and be as we are
As we were
The great nation of the tribe.

In my dreams it is never winter
I remember so long ago
My father said
There is a time in life
You are more of yourself
Than ever before or again.
He was fifty one then.
Was it something about the maples?
That made him say that.

There is a time in life
You are more of yourself
Than ever before or again.
I wonder for me
Is it now?
I know so much more than before.
Was it something about the maples?
That made him say that.
Yet only a single leaf is vermilion.

I know so much more than before
I always thought he would live forever
Yet only a single leaf is vermillion.
Even his lifeblood had secrets.

I always thought he would live forever
My mother his perfect companion
Even his lifeblood had secrets.
I thought I was ever their child

I see my mothers face at my age
Is this when I will be most myself
I remember my fathers words.
In dreams it is never winter.

When will I be most myself?
I remember Dads words
In dreams it is never winter
He was fifty one then

I need to return to the sea once more.
To the place where all life begins.
To taste the salt on my face once more
And find me new origins.

I need to return to the sea once more.
And change the thing that I am.
To drink the primeval soup again.
To make me renewed as a man

I need to return to the sea once more.
And let it’s salt purify all my sin.
To start again with my soul in grace
To find a new life for me to begin.

I need to write
you a love poem.
Not with
chocolates and roses.
But with firey passions
and intensity.

So intense you
Will need to sit down
as you read it.
So strong it burns
with passions you crave.
Causing your face to blush
In secret sinful thoughts.
Thoughts that slow
the time to a crawl
Before you will
share your bed
with me once more.

Words that tear
at your clothes
like an ardent lover.
Words that will
leave us as naked
as newborns.
Burning in fires
that are as
old as time itself.

You will be standing
at the edge
of a pit of flame
so dangerous we will
hold each other
in hard embrace.
So that we do not
fall into its
raging inferno.

I need to write
you a love poem.
Not with
chocolates and roses.
But with passions
And intensity.

So intense you
Will need to sit down
As you read it.
So strong it
burns with passions.
Causing your face to blush
In secret thoughts.
Thoughts that slow
the time to a crawl
Before you will
share your bed
once more.

Words that tug
At your clothes
Like an ardent lover.
Words that will
Leave us as naked
as newborns.
Burning in fires
That are as
old as time itself.

you will be standing
at the edge
of a pit of flame
so dangerous we will
hold each other
in hard embrace
so that we do not
fall into its
raging inferno.

She is beautiful
Her husband is a great guy.
She has his children
They look so much like him.
I have this tiny space
of time with her.
A few laps of the pool.
She is not mine
And never will be.

Her warmth
is still in my bed.
Her smile still
glowing in my heart.
But I am a thief
I have stolen her

Even for a few hours .
My heart is a playroom
full of false promises.
Of lies that even
I cannot believe.

When she leaves
I will catch
the silence of my room.
And write a love poem
That I can never give to her.

I shall not grieve her loss
Even with the invisible dagger
that is plunged in my chest.
Because she never really
was to be mine

The fleeting years have
past by like a deer.
But I still think of her
every single day.
The first moment when we met
haunts me in my sleep.
She walked into the room
and into my soul..

They say there is no such thing
As love at first sight.
I do not know
or want to know.
Our eyes met and a thousand
kisses exchanged.
it was need  desire lust
like I had never experienced
before or since.

Our marriage vows were
irreparably broken in moments.
Secret meetings full of passion.
You were my drug of choice.

I wish it had been
just sensual attraction.
For that could burn out
when the fuel ran out.
But you saw me
not as a husband or father.
But as a lover and a man.
No longer a label I existed again.

After each meeting returning home
Drowning in guilt
lay next to my wife
Alone and lonely like strangers.
My marriage now a hollow shell.
If only we could have met first.
At least before the kids were born.

I tried to break it off several times
But she would smile and I looked
Into her beautiful eyes.
And the need for her
exploded in me once more.

It was she who finally ended it
I did not have the courage to do that.
Desolate and alone
within my marriage
I mourned my loss of her.

I eventually regained my status
as a father and husband.
I even loved my lady
as a wife and a mother.
But never again as a woman.

I saw her again  several years later.
It was snowing lightly and Carols
Were playing in the town square.
She was Christmas shopping
With her son now a young man.
It was her smile and her eyes
that I remembered.

My heart raced and I almost
Called her name out loud
And run to embrace her.
But instead I sat on a park bench
across the way from her.
With my head in my hands
And I wept like a child.

Infidelity Is Fatal
A short story
With a twist
By
Jude Kyrie

Henry knew she was cheating on him.
No specific proof but he got that bitter feeling in his gut,
you know the kind that's always right.
Little things bothered him.
Like Meg not getting home until 6:45 when she finished work at 5 pm.
What was happening with the missing hour
that she should have been home.
Probably ******* some lover somewhere.
She always said oh I called in at the Mall
or ran into Betty her best friend
and stopped at Louie's Bar
for a glass of chablis.

The other thing was the phone calls.
She would put the phone down as soon as he came in the room.
Redial gave no answer at all but that was just a signal
he had read about lovers morse code
Let it ring three times to answer
or wait for the second and third call.
Yes for sure she was ******* someone.

No wonder Meg was stunning at thirty-five
her figure was great she spoke softly and was kind.
The first to offer her help to any worthy cause.
Decorated the church at Christmas and Easter.
She was a beautiful woman.
And some ***** was trying to take her away from him.

The final straw was the trip to LA she said she had to go there
for a meeting but LA was not in her territory.
Henry forbade her to go
but she got angry for the first time in twelve years of marriage
and told him to mind his own ******* business.
Jesus, she never swore.
For sure her lover would be with her
making a patsy of Henry with
Meg moaning ******* in the hotel bed

Then the doozy
he found the gold cufflinks with a small diamond in.|
He knew they were not for him
he never wore cufflinks in his life except on his wedding day.
He did not even own a shirt with a folded french cuff.
Yep, it was a gift for lover boy.

The phone rang it was seven o'clock it was Meg.
Hi Honey, I am going to be really late
I was at the mall and met the Bryants
we are going for a drink want to join us.

He had herNo I am meeting up with David
Evans for a poker game I will be late too he lied.
He knew for certain she was with lover boy at some ****** hotel
He probably had her down to her Bra and ******* right now.
The rage screamed in henry's chest.

The phone rang again
It was actually David Evans his best buddy.
He told him the full story about Meg
and her lover leaving out no detail
David felt he was losing it
Look, Henry.
Megs loves you she's as straight as an arrow,
You are just worrying about nothing.
Meg would never ever cheat on you buddy.
Then he told him about the cuff links
They were hidden in her ***** draw.
He had found them in his search for evidence.
He said silly they are probably a Christmas present for you.
No way, said Henry.
No way. I don't use Cufflinks.

David was worried Henry sounded like he had lost the plot
Look, Henry, I am coming over let's set up a game of pool
Get your good scotch out Buddy.

Henry put the receiver in its cradle|>
Then he went to the desk in his Den
in the locked drawer he pulled out a smith and wesson.45
And slid in in his belt.
It took him three hotels to find her
Her BMW that he bought her
was parked in the back of the carpark
Meg was in it as was a man was in the passenger seat.
He crept closer it Sam Bryant
Megs best friends husband

He was a homely fat **** with a big gut.
What the **** could she see in that loser?

He must have a **** like a ******* horse thought Henry.
But he tapped on the window with his gun
Meg saw him a shocked look on her face Henry what are you doing?.
Don't pretend you don't know you cheating ***** he yelled.
Put the gun down Henry for god's sake.
They ran away to the hotel bar and henry followed them in
He caught up to them and pulled his gun out pointing it a Sam's head
What the **** do you cheat on me with this fat ***** for?
I had a dog that was not as ugly as him
and I shaved its ***
and made it walk backward cried, Henry.
What do you mean said, Meg?
You think Sam and Me are having an affair, Henry?
She almost laughed.
But she was cool really cool.
It"s obvious, the ******* cufflinks.|
They are for you at Christmas.
you been in my drawers again Henry?

Well, Sam, you get ready to pay for your sins he said.
he lifted the gun into sam's face.
A woman screamed from the door
Henry, please don't hurt my husband, we got kids.
It was Betty sams wife.

I told you we were going for drinks henry said Meg
Put the gun down.
I even asked you to join us remember?

The door opened again two policemen with revolvers drawn
pointing at henry one shouted drop the weapon NOW!
Henry turned to face them
his gun pointed in their direction.
Then six shots from the police revolvers
blasted Henry into eternity.
He lay dead upon the floor.
mEg knelt by his body weeping.

The funeral went by quietly
only a few people attended.
Henry was regarded a bad news in this town.

It turned out the gun in Henry's hand
could not have fired anyway.
The firing pin was removed

A month later

The gossip column in the local rag had a story

Meg Williams and David Evans
Are pleased to announce their marriage
At the St Jude’s Church of Salvation.
Ms.Williams is an investment adviser
and widow of Henry Williams.
The wedding is on Saturday the 9th of February
The couple will be honeymooning in LA
Where the bride said they shared
their first romantic moments together

The only hole in Meg's story was fixed later.
She placed the shirt with french cuffs in her closet.
Wrapped in pretty Christmas paper with a note.
To Henry with all my love.
Meg

It was not needed
But God knows who Henry had blabbed
the cuff links story too.
Better to be safe than sorry
Smiled Meg
As she dropped the firing pin
of a Smith and Wesson .45 revolver
Into the drain twenty miles from her home.

The End

Inhale this silent moment my love
Take a respite from this spinning globe.
Sit in the quiet of your heartbeat,
fold your arms and rest.
Go to a point between
the darkness and the dawn.
Bathe in wistful sighs
feel the blush of tranquility.
The brush of your lips soft
against mine.
Lock away the pain and distortion
of this troubled planet.
Look out though your rested eyes.
Far away into other dimensions.
The world fades and blurs.
Above you the limitless space of the sky.
Below us the paths we have yet to travel.
Inhale this silent moment my love
And rest in the downy softness of us.

It was so very long ago.
The world was full of hats.
In the spring the hat maker came.
She pinned her felts and silk
to my mother’s head.
Added feathers and flowers.
My mother would be beautiful
for the Easter parade.
I tried them on when she was out.
Until my head became too big.
One hat in each box
Representing one more Easter.
Then when the chemo took her hair
We sat outside of her bedroom
The hat lady came for the last time.
She left solemn and quiet
Her eyes cast to the floor.
We all went in to see her last creation
On her head a beautiful
hat with flowers
and ostrich feathers.
Her head perfectly covered
Not a sign of her lost hair.
And that was the last time
I saw her smile

In her Easter bonnet

It was so very long ago.
The world was full of hats
in those far off years.
In the spring
the hat maker came to our home.
She pinned her felts and silk
to my mother’s head.
Added feathers and flowers.
My mother would be beautiful
for the Easter parade.
I still can see her lovely smile.
I tried them on when she was out.
Until my head became too big.
One hat in each box
representing one more Easter.
The hat maker came until the end.
Then when the
chemo took her flowing hair.
We sat outside of her bedroom
all of her children.
The hat lady came that year
for the last time.
She left solemn and quiet
her old eyes cast to the floor.
We all went in her bedroom
to see her last creation.
On her head a beautiful
hat with flowers and fruit
and ostrich feathers.
Her head perfectly covered.
Not even a sign of her lost hair.
And that was the last time
I saw my mother smile

I remember so long ago
My father said
There is a time in life
You are more of yourself
Than ever before or again.
He was fifty one then.
Was it something about the maples?
That made him say that.

There is a time in life
You are more of yourself
Than ever before or again.
I wonder for me
Is it now?
I know so much more than before.
Was it something about the maples?
That made him say that.
Yet only a single leaf is vermilion.

I know so much more than before
I always thought he would live forever
Yet only a single leaf is vermillion.
Even his lifeblood had secrets.

I always thought he would live forever
My mother his perfect companion
Even his lifeblood had secrets.
I thought I was ever their child

I see my mothers face at my age
Is this when I will be most myself
I remember my fathers words.
In dreams it is never winter.

When will I be most myself?
I remember Dads words
In dreams it is never winter
He was fifty one then

In the autumn sunlight
the old maple tree lights
its fire of glory.
celebrating another ring
on its calendar.
I have seen many
of those rings formed.
sat by my bedroom window.

the boy across the street
waves to his pretty girlfriend.
She runs to him as he picks her
up light as feather.
they embrace
I can see clearly
he loves her.
I am behind
the curtain they
do not see me.

They do not see my envy
of her
he is so handsome
almost beautiful.
I have watched him
for years.
from boy to youth to man.

If I close my eyes
I am in his arms
he kisses me softly
I respond to him passionately.
It is but a harmless daydream.
the seasons will change
from red to gold to white.

I will see him everyday.
not once will he see me.
As they dance away
into the joy of life.
A wave of self pity
causes the tears
to build in my eyes.
what if he were to look
up to my window
and see me crying.

I press the reverse button
on my wheelchair
and move into the shadows
of my room.

I think back across the ether of time
measured in long ago faded years.
I think of Mom and Dad
and My older sister.
What I miss about
them is their hands.

Hold my hand
as we cross the road said Mom.
Ride your two wheeler
I will hold the seat
with my hand said dad.
Your hairs a mess let me
give you a hand said my sister.

They are all gone now
Just a bunch of
memories in my heart.
Sometimes they come back
in dreams at all kinds of ages.
Just to pay me visit.

I try to remember they are gone
only here in my dreams
but they are mostly so young
I forget that.
And I think
they are still here.
So much so I forget
to say goodbye
and I love you guys.

Sometimes when I wake up
alone in my bed
after the dream has faded.
I feel a tear falling
the moment of loss
is as fresh as the morning.

I then say to them softly
I love you guys so much.
When its my time to join you all.
Mom hold my hand as I cross over.
Dad make sure I learn how to fly
with my new wings
hold me with your hands
so I dont fall.
And Sis give me a hand to
learn the ropes up there.

In Safe Places
A Valentines Poem
by
Jude Kyrie

Tonight I will roam
around the chambers
of your sweet heart.
It is the safest place I know.
Full of  memories
and photographs of us.
Here is your first glance.
Do you remember my love?
So fateful and inviting.
was that a smile you wore?
I never remembered that before.
Just the yet  unfulfilled promise
and invitation it held.
In your arms
I now live in my safe place
The home that fate saved for me.
You hold the only key
I do not need one since
I will never leave this place.

I feel your arms
around me so safe
Never ever let go of me.
My heart is open
its locks undone.
It beckons you inside it
To live in my sunshine
To feel every beat
as my blood flows.
Reassuring safe and loving.
Let us live
inside each others hearts
forever my love.
Forever In our safe places.

Happy Valentines Day
My Angel
Love
Jude

I lie here alone in my bed
it's 3am and I will not sleep
again this night.
I feel a poem starting
it's a single thought.
a moment of remembrance.
a tear of loss.
a color of sadest blue.
But it begins.
A hum a thought a need
far beyond tiredness.
Beyond sleep.
Beyond loss.
it comes in the night
quietly.
Yet demanding.
tonight a poem
will be born.

Every time we say goodbye.
by
Jude Kyrie


The ash line lengthens
From my untouched cigarette.
Smoke rings billow
Like clouds passing eternity.

Its past the time of sleep
Only memories flow
Only of you
always you..
The bartender
freshens my drink.

The music weeps from
The sweetness of sound
That only the alto sax
Can bring..
A nelson riddle arrangement
Touches my soul as always.

When you're near,
there's such an air of spring about it,
I can hear a lark somewhere,
begin to sing about it,
There's no love song finer,
but how strange
the change from
major to minor,
Everytime we say goodbye.

It's Ellas trademark song
But we borrowed it.
It was ours honey.
Just for a while.

The whisky burns my throat
As the saxaphone wails.
The ashtray smokes
You are behind its mist.

The bar is quiet and peaceful
The drinks dull all pain.
Outside the rain is falling
The neon lights color
the pavement
in muted reflections.

I see us again
through the window.
Arm in arm
walking in the rain.
Then you float away
Like the smoke
in my ashtray.

The sax builds the last line
Ella almost whispers
*Everytime we say goodbye

At the beginning of time
The moon looked upon the earth.
And it smiled at its beauty.
There was no ending.
Only beginnings.
It’s colors glowed
in the hues of angels.
The only red
was in the night sky.
No blood had ever spilled.
Only the future lay ahead
In its endless bounty.
In the beginning of time
When peace abounded.
And no moon and star
had ever shed a single tear.

In the distance
far far away a baby cried.
The day was cool and blue
Peacefully skies promised
A room full of forevers.
The babel towers
Of the trade centers
Stood in pristine majesty.
In the skyline of new York.
A circle of seagulls
Soared on a thermal
High above the Hudson River.
Then the planes came
From beyond where seagulls can fly
within their cockpits
Hate stuffed itself inside.
The noise of the engines
Became a cacophony.
Humans looked up
to see the towers crumble.
Man's creations fell in moments.
Death and destruction
Crashed to the ground
In burning grey ashes.
Then silence.
Only silence .
in the distance
Far far away a baby cried.

Someone is playing a Spanish Guitar
By
Jude Kyrie

*Sat alone at the edge of the warm ocean.
Nighttime illuminated brightly,
by a candelabra of moon and stars.
This hot humid night of summer
overpowering me dragging my spirits
Into its sultry mood.

In the distance
someone is playing Spanish guitar.
Its melody almost mournful.
Bringing back my thoughts of you.
Memories that scar heart and soul.
Wavelets lap the shore like your kisses
The night breezes are your sweet breath.
Reflections of a life half lived visit me once again.
.
In the distance
Someone is playing spanish guitar.
Note by note burning into my soul
reviving the lost feelings of desolation.
Thoughts weeping for you.

Morning is creeping over the horizon
This night is sinking into me.
I am burning for you.
Sleep now is only a distant memory.
You fade away with the
advancing light of morning.

In the distance
Someone is playing Spanish guitar
And my soul is weeping.

Cold so cold
Even in the bloom of mid summer
I feel your lips full of need want and desire
Our bodies are as one.
The nightingale lilts its song
And the clematis soothes the moonlight
With it fragrant brambles.
Yet even With this tranquility.
Such completeness like a full moon
Something cold and unspeakable
Pierces my heart.

In the night a baby cries
far away from my lonely bed.
In a life far beyond mine.
in a place of bright sunlight.
where happiness blooms.
I can see you there clearly
long hair highlighted in sunlight
a soft warm smile
welcomes me home.
it is only the specter
of the Angel of regret.
For you are with another now.
as am I.
our time has passed
still you visit me in darkness.
With all of the things
that might have been.
I know those happy people
that visit are us.
Somewhere far away
in the night
a baby cries.

In The Night Garden

Tonight a slight breath of summer wind
sways gently the hanging branches
of the willow tree she loved.
On such nights as this
my heart aches for you.
Loss is so permanent so lonely.
A wisp of a breeze passes by my face.
It touches the flowers
blooming in our garden
first azalea honeysuckle
fragrant jasmine
and yes gardenia
your favorite.
In the magic of nature’s alchemy
it melts them together,
I breathe your perfume once more
it is filling all of my senses.
Mixed in the breeze
yet remembered in my soul.
I know you are here
with me in the night garden.
a shaft of moonlight
falls onto the blue
forget-me-not’s at my feet.
a speckle of rain
Kisses my cheek softly.
I whisper quietly to you.
“welcome home my love”

In The Night Rain
by
jude kyrie

I feel like I am walking in shower of love
The tapping of rain playing my heartbeat
The light of the moon a beacon
lighting all my senses
Pulling me closer to you
She said

We walked along the tree lined streets
together in the park arm in arm
In the shining wetness of the night rain.
Where our love glows in the dark

Its rhythm is playing on the strings of my heart
Making me feel love songs all for you.
I am so in love with you
So in love
She sighed

We walked slowly in the rain
I turned to look at her
so beautiful radiant in the moons light
So much what I needed.

I feel your fingers inside my heart
Tapping your heartbeat on mine.
Allowing me to breath to feel to live.
Keeping my heart safe and loved
She whispered

And in the glowing  park
in the night rain
I walked into her heart
through the door
She had left open for me
and I found my home
where I would never leave

Someone is playing a Spanish Guitar
By
Jude Kyrie

Sat alone at the edge of the warm ocean.
Nighttime illuminated brightly,
by a candelabra of moon and stars.
This hot humid night of summer
overpowering me dragging my spirits
Into its sultry mood.

In the distance
someone is playing Spanish guitar.
Its melody almost mournful.
Bringing back my thoughts of you.
Memories that scar heart and soul.
Wavelets lap the shore like your kisses
The night breezes are your sweet breath.
Reflections of a life half lived visit me once again.
.
far into the darkness
Someone is playing spanish guitar.
Note by note burning into my soul
reviving the lost feelings of desolation.

Morning is creeping over the horizon
This night is sinking into me.
Sleep now is only a distant memory.
You fade away with advancing light of morning.

Note by note in the distance
Someone is playing Spanish guitar
And my soul is weeping

Bolero

Walking by the ocean
The summer night rain falls
I seek the peace in the blue night
that sleep refuses to bring to me.

The humid summer air
Releases its water.
As the warm waves
roll over my bare feet.

In the distance someone
Is playing Bolero on a flute
It is sensual and Haunting.
Its beat strums on my heart.
Like your fingertips once did

I stop and breathe
the hot moist salty air.
Pictures of you flood my mind
Only of you.
As does the music.

In The distance someone
is playing bolero on a flute.
It is beautiful and soulful.
The tears from my eyes
join the rain in their release.

I dream of you holding me
Your eyes dark as pools.
Your fingers in my hair
comforting like a mothers hand.

Someone in the distance
In this beautiful night
Is playing Bolero on a flute
And my soul is aching

I know you are tired of me.
That you will soon go away.
But I know you will never lose me.
Even when you spin your fears and doubts
Into gossemer webs to bring you comfort.
You feel now the burning of an indelible brand
on your skin forever.
Yet only you can see it.
Time will move on
flowing softly into old age.
Like your hair flowing on your skin.
Some day you will awaken
And the darkness remains in your room.
The roses and summer wine
will be faded.
And in your tired soul
you will feel me there
Where I have always been.
In the shadows of your life
waiting for you.

In the winter night the snowflakes fall
Breaking down my memories wall
Bring me dreams of Christmas past
Where people stay and feelings last

In the night the moonbeams shine
Bring me visions of all once mine
Let me see her haunting smile
That captured me in sweet beguile

See the winter crystal clear
Where silence rains from ones so dear
Let me sleep through festive glow
My dreams now covered by the snow

The dark night takes her deeper
To where no light gets in.
Her eyes a flickering candle
Where all my love has been.
I want to travel with her
I want to travel blind.
For I know I will never find her
If she leaves me far behind.
So I hold her in my embrace
And shout and cry her name.
For I need to feel her near me.
Before she goes again.

My life has flowed
like a river
meandering  its way
to a distant ocean.

I am but a leaf
Carried in its streams.
As the ocean becomes closer
I can see the depths of the water.
clearly like the details of a painting.

And on the clarity of the river bed,
Even a single washed smooth pebble.
has a place and a meaning.
Like my soul will have
When the river
Reaches the sea,

The old station wagon
Pulls to halt in my driveway.
The five children fall out
of its rusted doors
shouting and laughing.
She turns off the noisy engine.
Slips ghostlike from the drivers seat.
Her five hours of driving
In a bedlam of her children’s noise.
Looking so slight and frail.
My heart melts again.
I enfold her in my arms
And whisper thanks for coming.
Even though I have moaned
About her children’s disruptions.
The extra work cooking
And entertaining.
I look into my sisters face
And whisper I love you Sis.
You are always welcome
In my house.
And in my heart.

In the silent grassy hollow
Where echoes find their sleep
A lazy brook is babbling
In a winding dreamy creek
There stands a weeping willow
Next to a stately pine
Way beneath its hanging branches
Sleeps the love I once called mine

The summer sunshine’s always cooler
And the moon glow cast a shade
For I only see the twilight
By the place where she is laid.
Just the wind it whispers secrets
Of promises we once made

Misty raindrops fall like tears
Lamenting all lost and lonely years
The wailing willow branches
Bend low to kiss her lonely grave
Kissing softly the granite headstone
With each gentle passing wave

Forget me not’s catch dewdrops
In blue eyes like a grieving tear
Whilst lilies of the valley watch them
Like a host of angels near

In a high eternal dwelling
Where the days are always light
Where no loss or sadness enters
Where exist no death or night

There in its illuminated glory
We will renew our love divine
Me and the sleeper beneath the willow
In the shade of a stately pine

The winter Seasons calling
It’s snow to paint the ground.
In nightglows silent falling
It lands without a sound.
Alone within a clearing
I watch the meadow and the dell.
I stand inside its beauty
In the distance the midnight bell.
A wishing  star passes on high.
But the wish it cannot answer
Brings teardrops to my eye.
But as if in silent sorrow
A single star appears.
It is as though you see my longing
Saying darling no more tears.

I shall die in your arms
When last breaths call for me.
I shall spend them with you
Only with you.

I have lived my days
Safe in your arms
Fears and doubt's melt there
Your love has Always been my sun

When my eyes close for the last time
Your face is to be my last memory
I will take it to my eternity
I shall die in your arms
Only your arms.
Only with you.