There is always a time.
There is always a place,
For these words to rhyme
when I see your face.

I look out the window
and I see,
a three-quarter Moon
looking at me.
It is in the morning hour;
a quarter past three.
I am going back to bed
to be close to thee.

For ever more
I'll wait for you.
Please don't tell me
What I am to do.

Must I be the way I am?
Can I change my being?
Must I walk this road alone?
Going through life, not seeing?

The fire has died now,
burning all the logs
into embers.
Crackling of wood,
cooling,
echoes through the room,
while noises of the
dishwasher, cycling,
increasing intensity,
drowning out my memories.

This island of discontent,
surrounded by a sea of loneliness,
was created, in my mind.
I am the victim,
creating my own sorrow,
ignoring those who offer
help and prayers.

Golden skin rippling
like the waters of the Nile.
Snowy, white teeth, reflecting
threads of light from your smile.
Milk chocolate eyes, blinding,
those who dare to pause.
Lilting laughter, falling
gently about my ears
for no reason. Just because

As I grow old,
growing more bold,
saying what's on my mind.
Do you suppose that
if no one knows
or they would be unkind,
looking at me,
unexpecting to see,
a find of talent?

To capture the magic
Of that first moment,
Or the rapture of
Our first embrace.

Do you remember
Our first hello,
Or how we met,
So long ago,
Of what I said to you
And you to me,
Of how things were
Supposed to be?
Do you remember?

It was dark
and was raining,
when she came
through the door.
The beautiful one,
was my Eleanor.

The wonderful smile,
a batting of eyes,
I had seen this before,
the beautiful one,
was my Eleanor.

The magical smile,
shiny black hair
has turned white,
not dark anymore,
the beautiful one
is my Eleanor

Her memory gone,
with much despair.
Eyes without sparkle,
not as before,
still the beautiful one,
is my Eleanor.

Frost again,
Sunny but cold.
This kind of weather
has gotten quite old.

You're like a child
who is being trained.
The problem is when
your lessons aren't retained.
I love you for what you are
the best thing for me, by far.

Will you stay with me,
on this darkest day?
If you do, then we'll
lose our troubles far away.

He rode hard, down this trail of love.
A lifetime, a journey
Blessed from above.
Through canyons of sorrow
And much misery
To the happiest hills,
He would ever see.
For the love of family,
That he would cherish forever.
Dear God, please let it be.

A wonderful day.
A sleepless night,
We'll get through this
And all will be right.

Is there someone living inside
this shell of a man,
who writes without thinking
about others who can.
Putting words to the paper
that rests on his knee.
Help me, please stranger
who is inside of me.
Help me free up my
feeling when I think of she.

A radiant smile
in dimmest light,
brightens my day,
fills up my sight
with beauty, rare
dark shiny hair.
Doing a bow,
for a grace
of the heart,
I know now.

From whence came I?
she said to me.
I know not how
to say to thee,
but flee you now,
fast as you can
for he is coming
a ruthless man.

The horns of time
upon my head
reveal a new fear.
That being said;
to run from here
at a fast pace
and escape the long
fall from grace.

The days were many.
The nights did last
but in reflection
they went by too fast.