Wind on the shore, just a hiss, nothing more.
Often hard to hear, naught but the roar.
Not my thoughts, nor heartbeat,
Just the wind and nothing more.

Seems this silence, a tempered peace, nothing more,
A break from turmoil, the rarest treat.
Settled thoughts, welcomed bore,
A tempered mind and nothing more.

My Pillow gazes upon me at night
Empty as a gravestone;
I never thought it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Not to lie down asleep in your hair.

I lie alone in a silent house,
The hanging lamp darkened,
And gently stretch out my hands
To gather in yours,
And softly press my warm mouth
Toward you, and kiss myself, exhausted and weak-
Then suddenly I'm awake
And all around me the cold night grows still.
The star in the window shines clearly-
Where is your blond hair,
Where your sweet mouth?

Now I drink pain in every delight
And poison in every wine;
I never knew it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Alone, without you.

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

She walks in beauty, like the night
     Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
     Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
     Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
     Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
     Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
     How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
     So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
     But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
     A heart whose love is innocent!

The dreamers dream of better days,
Of better ways, days spent in daze.
Wacky worlds of perfect pitch,
Each moment rich, without a hitch.

The whirlwind of life around
Cannot compete the mind unbound.
Time spent inside insanity
May feel more real than memory.

Soon dreamers dream the day away,
And dream a way to stay away,
To next adventure through the haze.
Lost in a glaze of phony days.

It always seems my darkest dreams are wrought by day sun brought.
Rarely is reality an ample theme of thought.
I tend to lend a hue of humor horror and confusion,
To each insipid incident improved by my delusion.

Few can follow in the furrow forged by winding mind.
From time to time I try to track it and end up left behind.
So tangled is my train of thought, I come across as crazy,
I could explain each chain of thought, but really I'm just Lazy.

Once I was left torn and twisted
My soul was left bleeding from the inside
Tormented and confused with thoughts resisted
I felt myself shattering away my pride

And you are there, to take it all away
The pain is gone, when I feel your sweet touch
I see you in my dreams, I want you to stay
I am sweating for you, I need you so much

Once I could not escape the shadows in my brain
I was endlessly running with no place I could go
I thought that this emptiness would always remain
The coldness of my blood always seemed to flow

And you are there, whenever I need you the most
You reach out to me and you teach me to be brave
You make me strong, when I feel like giving up the ghost
Come to me now, because you are the one I crave


copyright Chris Smith September 1st 2009

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.