Late at night when all is quiet
And everyone's fast asleep
A mournful sound is sometimes found
When the poet begins to weep

Her tears are in the raindrops
As she tries to cleanse her soul
An empty shell, trapped in hell
That time cannot console

Her words become her refuge
As she writes away her sin
The liquid pain begins to stain
As she slays it with her pen

Her tears will bring her comfort
As she continues on her course
For tomorrow, she leaves her sorrow
The two must now divorce

She finds relief, her pain is gone
The poet no longer cries
After she weeps the poet sleeps
And quietly closes her eyes

Late at night when all is quiet
And everyone's fast asleep
A mournful sound is sometimes found
When the poet begins to weep

There is a place where words lie dead
And buried forever more
Hurting words, that someone said
That we've chosen to ignore

Words like cheater, adultery and liar
They simply no longer exist
Words found guilty, tried by fire
Words that won't be missed

Words like lonely, sad and grief
Are striken from our mind
Words like sorrow, heartbreak and thief
Words of every kind

Words like pain, tears and death
Will soon forever perish
The only words found on our breath
Are words like love, honor and cherish

Words like broken, lost and cry
Are no longer necessary
For all of these words will forever lie
In the sad poem cemetery

I know that Heaven's a beautiful place
With plenty of things that I haven't seen
Earth has its beauty, like the stars in space
You are the diamond that's trapped inbetween

The flowers bow down each time you walk by
In the presence of such beauty and grace
The wind will whisper your name with a sigh
While the sun completes the glow on your face

The birds stand in line to sing you a song
As the ocean plays its magical tune
The leaves in the trees will all sing along
As the moon and all the stars start to swoon

Between Heaven and Earth, you're beauty lies
Polished perfection, my diamond, my prize

She gently touches the skin on her face
Where her beauty used to be
The wrinkles reach out for her fingers
Caressing them tenderly

A tear escapes and rolls to her cheek
As she weeps for the years gone by
She paid the debt the time demands
Without ever questioning why

Everything she lived for has passed away
She's left to pickup the pieces
Her memory fades a little more each day
Her forgetfulness only increases

She sits by the window and silently stares
As another day comes and goes
Today she turns a hundred years old
A birthday that destiny chose

She gently touches the skin on her face
Somewhere this story is true
There's no one to sing happy birthday
This woman could one day be you

As the borrowed sunrise, kisses the sky
Your beauty entraps my very being
My future, imprisoned as you walk by
Determined to keep my heart from fleeing

The moon and stars grow jealous of your smile
The mutinous stars, refusing to shine
The moon hides her face in blind denial
But in your presence the flowers will pine

Ten thousand poems are written of you
In declaration of undying love
The artists of old have painted you true
The vision, the poets were speaking of

My love is measured by each breath you take
Sealed with the promise that my heart will make

I adore those painted kisses
Although I must confess
Each time I walk away from you
You leave me in distress

Your smile will always follow me
No matter where I go
I spend my days admiring you
While walking to and fro

I know you feel the same my dear
Though, your voice I've never heard
I see the way you stare at me
You don't have to say a word

Each time I turn to look at you
I catch you staring back
I try my best to be debonair
But it's something that I lack

My beautiful Mona Lisa
Leonardo's pride and joy
It's time for this museum to close
Why must you be so coy?

The hinges on the door are worn and rusty
Its windows cracked, the floors, faded and dusty
The front porch swing lies crumpled in a pile
With mud daubers claiming the bathroom tile

The fireplace brick cast in impotent disarray
The wallpaper peeling in a mournful display
The stairs and its banister ripped apart in divorce
Time stops for nothing, it's taken its course

Weeds set up residence where roses once grew
The trees bent and broken that the wind blew through
I let my mind drift to a happier time
As I stare at those trees that I used to climb

I put oil on those hinges every Spring and Fall
Mama waxed the floors and I'd skate down the hall
On that front porch swing I stole my first kiss
Who could have known it would end up like this?

I would run up those stairs and slide back down
'Til Mama would shout and scream with a frown
Now broken and battered, just barely a shell
It still paints a picture with stories to tell