| Is it raining where you are? The rain always makes me remember your face� Is it raining where you are? Is it true what they say? That the eyes are the �windows� to the soul? Is it raining where you are? It never used to matter to me that you never really looked at �me� But... you always said you �didn�t do windows.� Is it raining where you are? Raindrops on Roses� Whiskers on kittens � Those really were my favorite things - before I met you� Is it raining where you are? Where are you these days? What special corner of the world calls you its guest? Where has your heart made a home? Is it raining where you are? Your smile dear-heart gave the Sun reason to rise. You were my rock � you were my love � you were my most precious prize� You were the moon in my star filled night. You were the water bearer � your heart gave me light Is it raining where you are? Are the raindrops that fall on this darkened Spring eve Merely book-marks of a chapter or is there still more to read? The rain always makes me remember your face� --Eric Q. Mejia I hope you like it - I dedicat it to you... |
| Poetry for Jennifer |
| When she was down I flow to her side... Just when I thought all was gone and I was hopelessly doomed She reappeared in my life and saved me from my damnation She showered me with healing love with insightful thoughts and powerful music She loved me for me and nothing else. Her love I hold dear With it I feel stronger then ever With it I feel I can conquer all With it I feel alive She is like a gentle flower in a big open field ready to blossom at the first morning sun She is so sweet and so pretty that you sometimes mistake her for being pure But as you look closer you can she She has been hurt and lacks water She is hungry for attention and love I can promise to give her what she has already given me And that is a shower of love and support A warm hug when she is near A kind ear when she is in fear A warm heart when she what's to fight A warm smile in the morning and a gentle kiss at night And to always be there when she needs a friend to be near. I love you, Eddie |
| "Walk to Forget" I walk to try to forget The lost love that I still don't get Within myself is the cure and the answer In this poem my soul is laid bare I wish I could go back in time to erase what I did wrong I'm still waiting to hear my inner love song The poison of dissapointments has been toxic to my heart In life and love I want a new start To love someone is to neither win nor lose It's not that easy to let your real self loose My spirit is stuck like quicksand For me romance has become stale and bland I hope for a new love life someday I want this empty feeling to change today All I want is someone to love But I know it is I who I must first love.... By Eddie Vasquez 4/1/04 *Dedicated to Jennifer.* |