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As daylight fades and the night takes command,
Around your heart hopelessness wraps its hand;
But I'll kiss away each tear that you cry
And ease your  heartache with my lullaby

I sense your unrest, your utter defeat,
But foes have been vanquished --- they're in retreat;
And on wings of Love your sorrows will fly
As I hold you close, singing my lullaby

The love I offer will surge through your heart,
And like startled birds all woes will depart;
But now slumber calls -- the sun waved goodbye;
Be still, close your eyes . . . hear my lullaby

No heavenly choir could mimic this art
Of poetic fealty sung by my heart;
When I hear your call, you know I'll reply --
Bringing love and my healing lullaby

And with each new dawn, hope will be reborn,
For Love conquers all, though your heart be torn;
Some days may still bring a tear and a sigh
But love will prevail . . . . love, and my lullaby!
I used to find pleasure in simple things --
The first buds of May, Saturn's glorious rings;
And I found Life to be carefree and grand,
But those were the days when Love held my hand;
Then Love said farewell -- O, how my world changed!
Now I stumble through Life like one deranged

How I loathe these dark clouds of solitude
That were not summoned, yet dared to intrude;
And on nights when loneliness claws at the door
I must leave this realm where Love lives no more;
And so I set sail for some distant isles
Where contentment reigns and the face of Love smiles

Upon my return, anguish fills my surround,
And nowhere can sanctuary be found;
A wretchedness once again overtakes    
My very soul. And within me there quakes
A heart that's confused and weary with pain,
And it knows not why it must beat in vain

But the heart must obey the dictums of Fate,
No matter the venue -- Hell's or Heaven's Gate;
Yet, when old memories are gently stirred
Soft murmurs of undying love can be heard;
And in such moments I feel gratitude
For this brief reprieve from my solitude
In a field of daisies, beneath quiet skies
The stardust of Love beclouded my eyes;
Plucking the petals, I played the game ---
Oddly, the daisies all answered the same;
Amidst dire omens, our passions were stirred,
Warnings from the mute flowers went unheard

In a field of daisies my Fate was sealed --
In a field of daisies, the truth revealed;
His pledges of Love he soon forgot,
But the daisies knew . . . .  he loved me not
For those who don't know . . .
This poem is based on a game we played in our youth. We'd pluck petals from a daisy, and with the first we'd say "He loves me."  With the next petal we'd say "He loves me not.", and so on until all the petals had been removed. The last petal would reveal the truth about the one we loved.  Ah, the silliness of youth!
It's over, our love is dying,
It won't make it through the night,
The willows are weeping in anguish,
While the stars cry their tears of light

A rose bows its head in sorrow,
Exhaling its last perfumed breath;
A love that once burned so brightly
Is meeting an untimely death

Tonight all the doves are mourning
And asking "How can this be?"
Waves patiently wait at the shoreline
To sweep the remains out to sea

Dismal is the mood in Heaven --
We've made the angels cry;
But come, let us say our last farewells . . .
Heaven knows that all things must die
Nighttime often finds me conversing
With the moon, my loyal sentry;
But when Love's memories come to call
Too willingly I grant them entry

At times the moon seems indifferent,
And behind clouds vanishes from sight;
(He too sails an ocean of darkness --
With loneliness that matches my plight.)

As distant bells announce the twelfth hour
Solitude spreads its cloak of gray,
How can I dismiss those memories
That still guide my footsteps by day?

As ghosts of love come marching past me--
What yearnings these visions invite;
And while I'm absorbed in reverie
My bleak realm is aglow with Love's light

Grateful, I relive  those lost moments ---
Those joys  Fate has chosen  to smite,
When Yesterday's hand gently guides me
Through those hours of unbridled delight

With or without the moon's radiance,
I'll follow this path,  for I know
By and by I'll reach that green valley
Where streams of sweet memories flow
There's a void in my life that I can't explain,
A vacant wasteland of untouched terrain;
A candle waiting for someone to light . . .
Who am I missing tonight?

Was he in the crowd, did we pass in the street?
On some occasion did our eyes chance to meet?
A faceless form slips in and out of sight...
Who am I missing tonight?

Does he think of the girl  that he never met?
Is he cursing Fate for this unpaid debt?
Does he also ask as he dims the light:
"Who am I missing tonight?"

Now Time has reclaimed my borrowed youth
And I fear I shall die not knowing the truth;
But I'll not be silenced, though  Death tries to smite
My relentless cry, as I'm drawn toward the Light . . .
Who was I missing each night?
Cruise ship has set sail
Opera singer thrills the crowd
High C's meet high seas
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