Alone in my heart
is a place for you.
I cannot see thee
or say that I do.

Lights twinkling,
reflection on glass,
a beautiful sight,
for a Christmas Mass.

I hear music,
a melodious sound,
a chorale of voices,
musical notes abound.

Sounds of the voices,
all in the choir,
are the sounds I love,
for me they inspire.

To do better now,
not stuck in the race
and for this year,
put on my Happy Face.

Grey the day,
cold, crisp.
Background music,
a plethora of
Christmas Carols,
bringing back
memories of
happier days.

The ball bounced funny,
for it was quite flat,
while the noise it made,
sounded like a "splat."

When I am old
and gone away,
will you remember
when you pray?

Will life be delayed?
How would that happen"
Time is fleeting.
We try to delay
life or love.
We, as mortals have,
as someone said,
"A shelf life."
When our time is up,
it is up, so
enjoy life to the
fullest, every day.
Wait for no one.
"Carpe Diem."

A skiff of snow,
for a few minutes.
Nothing more
Now it's clear,
I wait,
patiently for thee.

I tire of writing
of sadness.
I will try to write
of joyfulness.
Write songs,
of love.
Write odes
of promise.
Write verse
of memories.
Write poetry
of life.

May the desire,
you had yesterday,
be the wish,
granted today
and lead to
a bright tomorrow.

A radiant beauty
but an enigma
to me.
One to bring marvel,
to me.
Hard to approach or,
to see,
why she was enigmatic
to me.

A passion for life,
a desire to see,
yet here we are,
no travels for we.

There have been days,
when I have tried,
staying away.
Those day, I've cried,
sorrowful was I,
not weeping with tears
but dealing with fears
of losing her.