Lovers Glow

*Back at work after her honeymoon
she had a radiance
that flowed from her smile.

As she entered the room
we all turned to her shining glow
looking for the door
that would let us inside it.

There was some kind of invisible
golden light that emitted from her heart.
Even the flowers noticed her
in their silent curiosity.

And if the those lovebirds the doves
had had been there.
They would have cooed in delight.
Each one of us, even the lonely
have a small fire burning inside.
Hoping that one day it will be
set to a blazing inferno by someone.
In the present moment

I feel like I am walking in a shower of love.
The tapping of rain playing my heartbeat.
The light of the moon a beacon
Illuminating all my senses.
Pulling me close to you
she said.

We walked along the tree lined pathways
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 sing love songs,
all for you.
Only 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 new and innocent.
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 said*

And there in the park,
in the night rain.
I entered her sweet heart,
through the door
She left open for me.
And I found my home.
where I would never leave.

Requiem
By
Jude Kyrie


Tread softly for she lies below
in silent reverence quiet and low.
Above her now the flowers grow
And she can see me
this I know.

In her blooming maytime
She left this world
In youths glowing beauty
yet unfurled.

All that was shining
Is now to rust.
All that was beautiful
has turned to dust.

Too young to lose
Her woman's charms.
To soon to leave
my loving arms.

White as lilies
in the fields that grow.
Pure as the
freshly fallen snow.

No more to Hold
her to my breast
Gone forever
to her rest.

Never to hear
sweet music play.
All I love was
lost that day.

Lay me with  her.
And cover me with clay.

Tread softly for she lies below
in silent reverence quiet and low.
Above her now the flowers grow
And she can see me
this I know.

In her blooming maytime
She left this world
In youths glowing beauty
yet unfurled.

All that was shining
Is now to rust.
All that was beautiful
has turned to dust.

Too young to lose
Her woman's charms.
To soon to leave
my loving arms.

White as lilies
in the fields that grow.
Pure as the
freshly fallen snow.

No more to Hold
her to my breast
Gone forever
to her rest.

Never to hear
sweet music play.
All I love was
lost that day.

Lay me with  her.
And cover with clay

.

*Your body is your vessel.
To sail the seven seas
of the planet.
To follow
any of the four winds
And explore
it's devastating beauty.

Your body cannot be given
as a prize in a contest.
Or
a sun in small universe.
Or
a trembling bird
In a prisoners cage.

We will learn of our bodies
As we lie together
Polishing the diamonds
That are our souls..

Refusing to seek approval
From challenging eyes.
Our bodies are
the tips of the
soaring eagles wings.
Equidistant from
its strong free
beating heart.

My heart is like a
tumble down shack.
it's shingles are missing
several Windows are broken.
the lights flicker
due to bad wiring.
and the paint is peeling.
An artist would find it quaint
and paint its picture.
but it is so wrecked up
I could not ask
anyone inside
to live in it.

We are together you and I .
Two adjacent strings
Pulled taught upon a violin.
The very hand of love and romance
Curves the bow across us
And together we resonate
the sounds of beauty
Each of our pure notes
rise upwards to God's ear.
And even our maker
smiles in its harmony*
.

You look at me lately.
There’s something different about it.
If I was asked I would say
you are falling in love with me.
All I ask is love my blossoms
but love my roots.
For when the winter comes
my blossoms are gone
my branches bare.
But my roots are faithful
and deep
The frost cannot reach them.
So fall in love with all you can see
And all that lies beneath.

I am standing in an orchard of love
It is always springtime in here.
The air clouded with heady fragrances.
Here is our tree I told my arms
around its sturdy trunk.
The petals fall upon me like confetti.
They whisper to me softly
like we are making love.
The whispers of the blossoms
cry as they fall to the earth.
They want to stay with me
to land on my skin and caress me
like your fingertips in moonlight.
I gather handfuls of the whispers
and hold them to my heart.
The voices of their love grows louder.
Now they have reached under my skin.
And entered my heart
they feel my blood
pulsing faster and slower
reading my needs and desire.
Their voice is yours
Only yours.
And your voice is the only one
I will ever want to hear.

) Thinking 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 loving
memories in my heart.
Sometimes they come back to me
in dreams at all kinds of ages.
Just to pay me visit.

I try to remember they are gone
they are only here in my dreams.
But they are mostly so young
I forget that.
And I think
they are still here like before.
So much so I forget
to say goodbye to them
and say 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
they left me.

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 please give me a hand to
learn the ropes up there.

Lullaby

Dreams floating round your little bed.
Sleep my baby rest your sweet head.
In joyous colors of rainbow streams.
Be bathed in starlit moonlit beams.

Let angels guard thee in the night
Safe until mornings tender light
Go to sleep my precious little child
Whilst I croon thee with music mild

Dreamland welcomes your little sighs
Hush my darling close your eyes
My wondrous gift you bring me smiles
All our days you do beguile

The down of night is falling down
Not a murmur in the town
All the heavens up above
Are filled with sleepy dreams and love

Dreams floating round your little bed
Sleep my baby rest your sweet head

Westside Story
!yrics to
Somewhere

There's a place for us
Somewhere a place for us
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us
Somewhere

There's a time for us
Some day a time for us
Time together
With time to spare
Time to look
Time to care
Somewhere.
Somewhere
We'll find a new way of living
We'll find a way of forgiving
Somewhere

There's a place for us
A time and place for us
Hold my hand
And we're halfway there
Hold my hand
And I'll take you there
Somehow
Someday
Somewhere.

Mister Sunshine
Makes me drink wine
Makes me feel fine
When I'm way down low.

Mister Sunshine
Makes the words rhyme
When the tune
Is sad

He don't take much
He don't  make much
But Ahhhhh
To be such a man as he
He walks so pure
Between the sky and sea.

Mister Sunshine
He don't take much
He dont make much
But Ahhhhh
To be such a man as he
And walk so pure
Between the sky and sea
Mister Sunshine
Mister Suhshjne
Ahhhhh
Mister Sunshine

Ma’am

I remember the first time I met her
At the orphanage.
I was a lifer.
Who adopts fourteen
year old boys?
Apparently no one.

She was beautiful
and had the most angelic face.
Oh! her smile,
it was like sunshine.
Unsure of how to address a Nun
I always  called her Ma’am.
She did not seem to mind

I think that was when I realized
she was the only friend I had.
What I did not know was
I was falling in love with her.
That confusing rite of passage
from Boyhood to Manhood.

I have never seen
as much kindness
before or since.
It flowed from her.

She stopped me
from running away again,
and taught me
how to read books
great books
by important authors.

To learn poetry
and to talk about
its meaning.
At this point I knew I loved her.
She took me to the mission where
the homeless lived and we served
in the free kitchen.
I would have followed her anywhere.

She was relocated
after a couple of years.
To a mission in Africa.
I was desolate
Begging to go with her.
I even asked her to marry me.
She smiled and  said
if she was free
she would marry me
in a heartbeat.

But explained gently
to my young heart
that she was already
married to her faith.
Showing me her gold ring.

She died a few years later
her letters stopped coming
It was a bout of malaria.

Now when I feel alone or sad.
I open an old shoe box.
And read her stacks of letters.

one by one.
Always in the order
that she sent them.
And as usual
I feel warm and safe again

I remember the first time I met her
At the orphanage.
I was a lifer.
Who adopts fourteen
year old boys?
Apparently no one.

She was beautiful
and had the most angelic face.
Oh! her smile,
it was like sunshine.
Unsure of how to address a Nun
I always  called her Ma’am.
She did not seem to mind

I think that was when I realized
she was the only friend I had.
What I did not know was
I was falling in love with her.
That confusing rite of passage
from Boyhood to Manhood.

I have never seen
as much kindness
before or since.
It flowed from her.

She stopped me
from running away again,
and taught me
how to read books
great books
by important authors.

To learn poetry
and to talk about
its meaning.
At this point I knew I loved her.
She took me to the mission where
the homeless lived and we served
in the free kitchen.
I would have followed her anywhere.

She was relocated
after a couple of years.
To a mission in Africa.
I was desolate
Begging to go with her.
I even asked her to marry me.
She smiled and  said
if she was free
she would marry me
in a heartbeat.

But explained gently
to my young heart
that she was already
married to her faith.
Showing me her gold ring.

She died a few years later
her letters stopped coming
It was a bout of malaria.

Now when I feel alone or sad.
I open an old shoe box.
And read her stacks of letters.

one by one.
Always in the order
that she sent them.
And as usual
I feel warm and safe again

I remember the first time I met her
It was at the orphanage.
I was going through rehabilitation
after running away for what
turned out to be last of many times
I was a lifer.
Who wants to adopt fourteen
year old boys?
Apparently no one.

She was assigned as my counselor
I don't think I have
ever seen anyone as beautiful as her.
That lovely angelic face.
Oh! Her smile,
it was like sunshine.
Unsure of how to address a Nun
I always called her Ma’am.
She did not seem to mind.
Her heart was so full of kindness
She had me hooked.

I think that was when I realized
she was the only friend
I had in the whole world.
What I did not know was
I was falling in love with her.
That confusing rite of passage
from Boyhood to Manhood
left me dazed and confused.
Or perhaps I just did not know
how badly I needed
someone to love.

Even after all these years.
I have never seen
as much kindness in anyone
before or since.
It flowed from her
like honey.

She stopped me
from running away again,
and taught me
how to read books
great books
by important authors.

To learn poetry
and to talk about
its meaning.
At this point I knew
for sure I loved her.

She took me to
the mission where
the homeless lived.
And we served
in the free kitchen.
When some hungry lost soul
asked why she bothered them
they were all drunks anyway
She said sweetly
It is my privilege to share a meal
with you and your friends.
I would have followed
her to the moon
or anywhere.

She was relocated
after a couple of years.
To a mission in Africa.
I was desolate.
Begging to go with her.
I even asked her to marry me.
She smiled and said
if she was free
she would marry me
in a heartbeat.

But she explained gently
to my young heart,
that she was already
married to her faith.
Showing me her gold ring.
She whispered see
I am a Bride of Christ.

She died a few years later
her letters stopped coming to me.
It was a bad bout of malaria
that took her.
But I thought that Heaven
needed her more than we did.

Now when I feel
alone or sad.
I open an old shoe box
the only thing that I kept from
the orphanage.
And I re-read her
stacks of letters.

one by one.
Always in the order
that she sent them to me.
And as usual
I feel warm and safe again.

Ma'am
A Nuns Story
By
Jude  Kyrie
Ma’am
By |Jude Kyrie

I remember the first time I met her
It was at the orphanage.
So many many years ago
I was going through rehabilitation
after running away again
for what turned out to be last of many times
I was a life that's for certain.
Who wants to adopt fourteen-year-old boys?
Apparently no one.
She was assigned as my counselor
I don't think I have ever seen anyone as beautiful as her.
before or since.
Her lovely angelic face.
Oh! and her smile, it was like sunshine.
Unsure of how to address a Nun
I always called her Ma’am.
She did not seem to mind.
Her heart was full of kindness I was hooked.
I think that was when I realized she was the only friend I had.
What I did not know was I was falling in love with her.
That confusing rite of passage
from Boyhood to Manhood left me dazed and confused.
Or perhaps I just needed someone of my own to love.
I have never seen as much kindness before or since.
It flowed from her like golden honey.

She stopped me from running away again,
and taught me how to read books, great books, by important authors.
To learn poetry and to talk about its meaning.
At this point I knew for sure I loved her.
She took me to the mission where the homeless lived
and we served in the free kitchen.
I would have followed her to the moon or anywhere.

She was relocated after a couple of years.
To a mission in Africa.
I was desolate.
Begging to go with her.
I even asked her to marry me.
She smiled and said if she was free
she would marry me in a heartbeat.
But she explained gently to my young
heart. that she was already married to her faith.
Showing me her gold ring.
She whispered see I am a bride of Christ.

She died a few years later
her letters stopped coming
It was a bout of malaria that took her.
Now when I feel alone or sad.
I open an old shoe box the only thing
that I kept from the orphanage.
And I re-read her stacks of letters.
one by one.
Always in the order that she sent them to me.
you know for a moment
the world becomes sweeter.
And as usual
I feel warm and safe again.

I remember the first time I met her
It was at the orphanage.
I was going through rehabilitation
after running away for what
turned out to be last of many times
I was a lifer.
Who wants to adopt fourteen
year old boys?
Apparently no one.

She was assigned as my counselor
I don't think I have
ever seen anyone as beautiful as her.
That lovely angelic face.
Oh! Her smile,
it was like sunshine.
Unsure of how to address a Nun
I always called her Ma’am.
She did not seem to mind.
Her heart was so full of kindness
She had me hooked.

I think that was when I realized
she was the only friend
I had in the whole world.
What I did not know was
I was falling in love with her.
That confusing rite of passage
from Boyhood to Manhood
left me dazed and confused.
Or perhaps I just did not know
how badly I needed
someone to love.

Even after all these years.
I have never seen
as much kindness in anyone
before or since.
It flowed from her
like honey.

She stopped me
from running away again,
and taught me
how to read books
great books
by important authors.

To learn poetry
and to talk about
its meaning.
At this point I knew
for sure I loved her.

She took me to
the mission where
the homeless lived.
And we served
in the free kitchen.
When some hungry lost soul
asked why she bothered them
they were all drunks anyway
She said sweetly
It is my privilege to share a meal
with you and your friends.
I would have followed
her to the moon
or anywhere.

She was relocated
after a couple of years.
To a mission in Africa.
I was desolate.
Begging to go with her.
I even asked her to marry me.
She smiled and said
if she was free
she would marry me
in a heartbeat.

But she explained gently
to my young heart,
that she was already
married to her faith.
Showing me her gold ring.
She whispered see
I am a Bride of Christ.

She died a few years later
her letters stopped coming to me.
It was a bad bout of malaria
that took her.
But I thought that Heaven
needed her more than we did.

Now when I feel
alone or sad.
I open an old shoe box
the only thing that I kept from
the orphanage.
And I re-read her
stacks of letters.

one by one.
Always in the order
that she sent them to me.
And as usual
I feel warm and safe again.

Ma'am
A Story
By
Jude Kyrie


Ma’am

I remember the first time I met her
At the orphanage.
I was a lifer.
Who adopts fourteen
year old boys?
Apparently no one.

She was beautiful
and had the most angelic face.
Oh! her smile,
it was like sunshine.
Unsure of how to address a Nun
I always  called her Ma’am.
She did not seem to mind

I think that was when I realized
she was the only friend I had.
What I did not know was
I was falling in love with her.
That confusing rite of passage
from Boyhood to Manhood.

I have never seen
as much kindness
before or since.
It flowed from her.

She stopped me
from running away again,
and taught me
how to read books
great books
by important authors.

To learn poetry
and to talk about
its meaning.
At this point I knew I loved her.
She took me to the mission where
the homeless lived and we served
in the free kitchen.
I would have followed her anywhere.

She was relocated
after a couple of years.
To a mission in Africa.
I was desolate
Begging to go with her.
I even asked her to marry me.
She smiled and  said
if she was free
she would marry me
in a heartbeat.

But explained gently
to my young heart
that she was already
married to her faith.
Showing me her gold ring.

She died a few years later
her letters stopped coming
It was a bout of malaria.

Now when I feel alone or sad.
I open an old shoe box.
the only thing I took
from the orphanage.
And read her stacks of letters.
one by one.
Always in the order
that she sent them to me.
And as usual
I feel warm and safe again

We will dance through the streets of forever
I will be wearing the sun in my eyes
The spring glowing wild on my shoulders
The air drenched with a thousand sighs

In the cave of the first of never
Where the nightingale’s song never dies
I will read from the book of memories
And catch all the tears never cried.

I will bow to the glow of your beauty
Your pictures trapped inside my heart
To love you forever my duty
In a place where true love never parts

We will dance through the streets of forever
I will be wearing the sun in my eyes
The spring glowing wild on my shoulders
The air drenched with a thousand soft sighs

In the cave of the first of never
Where the nightingale’s song never dies
I will read from the book of memories
And dry all the tears never cried.

I will bow to the glow of your beauty
Your pictures trapped inside my heart
To love you forever my duty
In a place where true love never parts

Magdalene

*I met her in a smoke filled haze.
In a bar where men go
to die of the blues.
Red wine staining our lips.
her hair flowed to her waist.
A smile of wild promises.
Are you him she asked?
I said I think I am.
She kissed my lips.
Her breath fresh
like the bloom of magnolias.
Come to me my lover
I have waited so long.
Bring me the cleansing
purity of your sweet love.
Powerless I follow her
I lay with her drowning
In the softness of all women.
She washed my sins away
drying my soul with her hair.
Death cowered in the shadows
A spectre no longer feared.
For now I had seen heavens light
within her eyes..
When the morning light
melted the stars.
She left me
I begged her to stay.
She smiled and touched my cheek.
I am Magdalene
the farmer of men’s souls.
It is my journey on earth
And my pathway to heaven

I hear the chime of tiny bells
That you fastened to my heart.
My eyes see you as perfection.
All my being has ever wanted.

Accept my desire from my soul.
Ignore my failed human spirit.
Let your eyes fall on me from above
Like when you gaze on those you love.

Starved
I beg for the crumbs of your love
But the more you feed me
The more I will need
Satisfy my unending greed

Ignore my human failings
See me for who I wish to be
For the better man
Your love will make me

Feelin like The Blues
~~

There’s a room I keep inside me
Its hollow and its dead.
Its where the sadness lingers.
Instead of in my head.

The news flows like a sewer
Is nothing ever good?
There’s ****** and there’s killing
Streets that run with blood.

I’d pray to God to stop it
But I don’t know who to choose
The music’s sad and weeping
Man its feelin like the blues

I’ve let my heart get frozen
to make the hurting stop.
Some people say I’m golden
Others say I’m not.

So I listen to their stories
With sadness in my eyes
Of all the pain and suffering.
Where everybody dies.

Is my heart turning to stone?
Does the bad guy ever lose?
Must I live this pain alone.
Man its feelin like the blues

There is no God in heaven?
Or no fiery hell below.
Says the lonely atheist
Who claims he’s in the know.

But I have heard the whispers
That my heart just can’t refuse
It’s a calling for redemption.
Man its feelin like the blues.

I have lay in my bed
weeping and sobbing
for days on end.
there is no respite
only sadness and grief.
I am getting through this
in the best way I can
people say don't be a baby
get up be a man.
but this is me at my bravest.
How the hell do they know
what my tough looks like.

As a very small boy I heard
a shy whisper from behind
The old tree in the woods.
Quietly I saw a strange animal
Unlike any that existed  anywhere else
I befriended it and fed it
nurtured the creature and named
it my existence.
It slept with me,breathed as I did.
It grew strong and tall.
I taught it many skills  it could perform.
Then one day it snarled at me
Baring fierce fangs and looked like death.
I realized it wanted to see me dead.
In fact it was  sure one day I would die.
Since that moment it sits in the corner
of my bedroom.
It looks at me asking nothing of me.
In fact needing nothing from me.
Never sleeping it is
just waiting for something.
I ignore it and we have a mutual truce.
But I dont trust it anymore
It wants to **** me.
But I know in my heart
One of us
is not going to survive this thing.

Meet me tonight my love
Meet me in the middle
Between today and yesterday
Where breaths were sweeter
And the sky was bright with hope
The music was old and melodic
The passions were strong and endless
The end was the last line of a movie
Now I know the needs of life
Its hunger for things of passion.
Looking down a tunnel
I seek the light
So meet me my love
Come meet me
Between today and yesterday
For today is too cold
And yesterday too warm
So meet me in the middle.

Meet me tonight my love
Meet me in the middle
between today and yesterday
Where the air was sweeter
and the sky was bright with hope.
The music was old and melodic
passions were strong and endless.
The end was only
the last line of a movie.
Now I know the needs of my life
Its hunger for things of passion.
Looking down a tunnel
I seek the light that is you
only you.
So meet me my love
Come meet me
between today and yesterday.
For today is too cold
and yesterday too warm
So meet me in the middle.

Meet me in the middle
By
Jude Kyrie

Meet me tonight my love
Please
Meet me in the middle
Between today and yesterday
Where breaths were sweeter
and the sky was bright with hope.
The music was old and melodic
The passions were strong and endless
The end was the last line of a movie

Now  I know  the needs of life
Its hunger for things of passion.
Looking down a tunnel
I seek the light.

So meet me my love
Come meet me
Between today and yesterday.
For today is too cold
And yesterday too warm
So meet me in the middle.

It is November  in the capital.
I visit here every year on this day.
Wreaths of flowers  are abundant
everywhere I look the late fall sunshine.
The wall is long and filled
with the names of the fallen.

I look for the name
of my boyhood friend Joseph Reilly
It is always hard to find.
So many names so much sadness.

We served together in Nam
a lifetime ago.
I can still hear the explosion
the flash of the landmine.
He gave his life that I might live
A gift beyond any gratitude.

A shaft of fall sunlight falls
onto the gold filigree
of the names on the grey wall.
On my white shirt they reflect like on a screen.
I see his name on me
as though he is reaching to me I feel him with me
My lios move to say I love you man.

A cloud passes the sun
and his name melts from my shirt
On the wall it stays forever.

Memory Storm

The storm gods thundering power
Is  silence to me as I spend the hour.
In memories lanes I will wander again
Ignoring storm clouds and the rain.

I live again in this stormy hour
Those fleet  winged long passed years
With all the sweetness of joy and woes
Of happy youth and love and tears

I see again the happy friends
We were such a joy filled band.
I warm my soul in their sunshine smiles
And grasp once more a loving hand.

The glorious May time of my life
And autumns crimson rays.
Like a half forgotten tune
Have come and slipped away

I call to them all from my youth
And cry oh where are they?
But as the flowers of the spring.
They are gone and passed away.

Returned and gone to the timeless earth
Who reclaimed them as her own.
And I sit here inside this storm
In memory past so all alone.

Micheal and Kelly
the happy ending

by
Jude Kyrie


He is so beautiful how could he
possibly love me?
My eyes too wide my *** too big
My size fourteen struggling
to maintain itself.
I am sure he married me
because I was pregnant.
Perhaps it was the right
thing to do.
And he always
does the right thing.
But when the twins came
I have never seen anyone
As happy as him.
Well unless you count me in.
We took the twins for a walk
Into central park.
It was late autumn.
The world was red and amber.
The leaves crackled under our feet.
In the grey skyline
the old city looked down
at us.
It had seen many such
Unlikely love stories
over the years.
Michael picked up the twins
and kissed them
He held onto me
in a group hug.
He whispered
Oh Kelly I am so happy
so very happy.
Thank you for your love my angel.
And there in the autumn glow
of the falling leaves
He kissed me
And fell inside the door
I had left open for only him
Inside my heart.
As he entered inside
I closed the door quickly
Locking it with the only key
that existed.
Then throwing it away
Into the urban forest
of Central park
Never to be found again.

He married me because
I was pregnant I am Sure.
Well double pregnant really
it was twins.
I never thought that he could  love me
or that I could dare to love him.
It just felt the right thing to do.
But it changed when the twins arrived
I have never seen anyone as happy as him
well unless you count me in that is.
He was so good looking so gentle
What did he ever see in me?
I was always cheating and losing
on diets to keep myself a size fourteen.
My hair frizzy and wild.
But he made me feel beautiful.
How did he do that?
We went for a Sunday evening walk
It was fall in central park.
We walked the twins
in their double stroller.
The leaves had turned
red and amber
under the chilling winds
of late New York autumn .
The late fall sunlight
lit up the park in reds and golds
against the grey outlines of the old city.
A city that had seen many such love stories.
I see Michael holding the twins in his arms.
I could see the love he had  for us all
in his beautiful eyes.
The same eyes that had  
some major optical defect.
An aberration that
I had no understanding of.
Because he saw me as
beautiful and worthy of his love.
And in that single moment
There in central park on a red carpet
of rustling autumn leaves.
I felt him walk in into my heart
through a door I had always
left unlocked for only him.
As he entered inside me
to a place on this earth
that was destined for him alone.
I closed the door quietly behind him.
Locking it with the only key that existed.
Then throwing it into the urban woodlands
never to be found again.

Midnight Blue

Its then when I miss you
When the darkness changes hue
I hear the church bell chiming
Its calling midnight Blue

So alone without you
My hearts broken
Through and through.
Outside the wind is wailing
Its calling midnight blue.

All my thoughts are of you
There’s nothing I can do
Outside the rain is weeping
Through eyes of midnight blue.

We used to be together
Safe the whole night through.
But now I lie alone
Just me and midnight blue.

I know now I will always love you
so pure and oh so true
But I know that I will stay here.

Midnight Blue

Its then when I miss you
When the darkness changes hue
I hear the church bell chiming
Its calling midnight Blue

So alone without you
My hearts broken
Through and through.
Outside the wind is wailing
Its calling midnight blue.

All my thoughts are of you
There’s nothing I can do
Outside the rain is weeping
Through eyes of midnight blue.

We used to be together
Safe the whole night through.
But now I lie alone
Just me and midnight blue.

I know now I will always love you
so pure and oh so true
But I know that I will stay here
alone with midnight blue.

Midnight Blue

*The darkness creeps into my room.
It is the time when I miss you
The silence deafens me once more.
No sound just midnight blue.

The night wind blows away my dreams
They are all my dreams of you.
Loneliness cuts me to the bone
i beg for an end to my lost years
It leaves me weeping all alone
The rain it hides my tears.

A church clock chimes a dozen times.
It is calling midnight blue.
We used to snuggle in our bed
And love the whole night through.

But  sleep will never come to me
I can only dream of you.
Tears are streaming down my face
Just call me midnight blue.

The graveyard was melting
in the shadows of nightfall.
Darkness and death
are my fear my kryptonite.
Yet I walked inside the iron gate
creaking like old bones.

I needed to find you
I know you lived here now.
I could feel our friendship
still calling me.
In all the darkness.
I saw a tiny light
a small  flickering flame.
It was on your headstone.
I knew it was yours.
Your mother had lit a candle
for you today.

I knelt down and kissed
the granite headstone
with your name glowing in golden filigree
I did not kneel in prayer
it was too late for that.
Only whispering
“Hello my old friend”
quietly so no other
ghost can hear me.
I tossed on a playlist
from the old days.
And sat down with my best friend
for a chat like always.

Remember we were almost thirteen.
We got detention for refusing to
stop wearing black everything.
and wearing black lipstick?
We knew were special then
more than girlfriends
More than sisters
we were us forever love.

We learned how to drink cheap wine.
Get drunk together and get over hangover.
You taught me to smoke
until I was green and sick.
Remember college we got out of that boring
home town with a single traffic light.
We danced partied and learned ***.
Experimented with drugs it was crazy

I don’t know how we survived.
You were filled with hidden sickness
I was to the brim crazy.
But we did.
We made it.

At twenty two we got better
You moved away and I went home.
I heard you married a woman.
Why did you never tell me you were gay?
I would have married you in a heartbeat.

I called you to get together for a reunion.
Bring your wife I said.
But you were already
starting to leave this world.
I met a friend in coffee shop the other day.
She told me you were gone
I asked gone where?
She looked at the floor just GONE.
So here I am sweetie.

Do you remember anything that day?
Except the sudden chest pain
The lack of oxygen.
Did you remember me?

That’s when my grief came
Like never before.
tears wetting the granite stone.
You know I always have loved you.
And it’s just not the same in crazyville
without you.

As if in answer to me
The moon peeped from behind a cloud.
And shone onto us in a beam.
I kissed her farewell
Whispering I love you honey.
And walked away into the darkness
Of a changed world.

Midnight Music

From the window in my room
I hear the cadence of a tune.
Soft and gentle like the night
Like a hummingbird in flight

Midnight lights the mellow moon
In it light the flowers bloom
Nature pulsing in the air
Sending its  music everywhere.

In my garden I can hear
A thousand voices singing clear.
From under rosebush and inside briar
The sounds of angels midnight choir

Oh the peaceful dulcet tone
By the window all alone
Just to sit and breathe night air
And hear the midnight music there

Mother nature if there by chance
Join me in a midnight dance
You and I will never part
Your midnight music
Stole my heart

In the night glow
The nightingale sang in joy.
Even the winds of the south
Sent fragrances from the Orient.
And the dew splilt from heaven
Glowed in bright moonbeams
From a joyful moon
Because
The beautiful lady
with eyes like
diamonds of blue
Had found her
true lovers kiss.

We are broken now
Apart.
No longer an item.
Once we were an intricate
Jigsaw puzzle  making
A beautiful picture.
For all to see.
But  now
All your pieces are missing.
And there is nothing to be done
To fill the empty spaces.

Missing You

I really miss my older sister
I know she was faulty.
She drank cold medicine
chased down with a can of beer.

I know she smoked ***
shot horse and crack.
Then did time for being a mule.
You might ask me why
I still love her.

Because the faulty
parts got even worse.

The shoplifting charges
why did she always get caught?
Then the solicitation,
just to get enough to score.

But before all these things
when I was a little boy.
she was an angel to me.
She looked after me when
mom was out partying

I remember her reading and singing.
She took me to my first movie.
She would make me breakfast
tell me of all her plans
to see the world live life.

She made me laugh
When I was blue.
And I ache to see her again.