| Flying Fish and Dirty Socks |
| Celebration of Friendship In times of doubt, you were there. In times of sorrow, you were there. In times of joy, you were there and often the cause. You are there, when I need you. You have comforted and loved me, helped me through hard times and laughed with me in joy. Sometimes, I find it hard to believe, I have found you. It is an amazing fate and I am fortunate to have it. I will be with you always, in spirit and in body, no matter if I am,. near or far because in all times, I know you will be there. |
| All poetry Copyright 2000 |
| A Clearing in the Woods (Working Title) I've never been there but in my dreams. A forest of light, a clearing in the sun. Your standing, your very presence beckons me, I know you not, but am entranced, as if my heart has known you, for all the days. "Where is this wonderous place and who are you?", I ask without voice or tongue. No answer of words do I recieve but a kiss, gentle and moist, upon my voiceless lips. Fixed froever in my memory, the silence of the sun and the warmth of you. You, in your shining armor -- so new and so bright -- and me in myshimmering white gown, as if millions of faeries flutter their wings, effortlessly around my naked body. We stand transfixed, our voices never speaking, allowing out minds and bodies to tell the story, as we reveal our souls through our eyes. Our soulds blend into one, "How does this place come to be, with no darkness falling?", No answer do I recieve, as a gentle breeze rustles your hair -- brown and shining in the sun -- as if to say, no questions need asked, all your answers are here, in the silence and light. Erase your troubles, calm your fears free your mind of life. I stare into your green flecked eyes and feel the calm wash over me. I know only this place, with it's answers perfect. We stand transfixed, encompassed by a symphony of beautiful music. Staring, relaxing, reveling in each other's souls. The leaves fall gently to the ground -- as we stand -- shimmering colors of gold and green, silent, beautiful. Forever we will stand, secure in ourselves and in the light, as the gentle forest stirs quietly around us. |
| My Darling Child I see your face in the early morning ligh, beautiful, shining, new to the world. A miracle of life, sleeping, slumbering in the land of pleasantness. How unassuming you are, of the troubles you will face, of the life ahead of you. You will know sorrow and happiness, pain and joy, love and hate but for now you know none of this. You only know the softness of your bed, the gentle music of the quiet breeze and the joy of each day new. You shall be sheltered and safe, until you are ready for the harshness of the world but you are not ready yet and I will let you slumber, quietly, gently, unassuming. |
| Dream From My Mind's Core For so long, I have kept you from my mind, leaving you in the shadows, the recesses of my memory. How did you appear so suddenly, in my dreams last night? Beautiful, quiet, kind, not yourself at all. Do I now miss you or the fantasy still residing in my head, from last night? Do I love you or am I just lonely? What would I do, if you appeared -- in flesh, in person, wanting me back? Would I relent and go with you or stay alone by myself? I know you are not the man, in my dreams, the man who held me tight, in his loving arms; at least you were not, when I knew you or were you and I simply did not know you well? Should I put you out of my mind and forget the dreams; or is it a vision, telling me to find you again? |
| Technological Heart We live in an age, brightened with technology and advancement, yet darkened by hatred, unforgiveness. When will the world learn, advancements get them nothing, if they do not know love. How pointless all the achievements, if they have no one special, to share it with. Our heart have become robotic, moving with the times, instead of with love and our souls. When will we learn? When it is too late? Is it too late already or is there still time? |
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