There Are Times
• 05/10/24 at 05:54PM •There are times in this life, short,
when we find ourselves, enraptured,
or captivated by others, be they
friends or be they strangers. This was one.
There are times in this life, short,
when we find ourselves, enraptured,
or captivated by others, be they
friends or be they strangers. This was one.
May I borrow your name
for just a moment?
I'll give it back,
with only the corners
slightly bent
from too much usage.
I love your name
and the way
it seems to fit
into my vocabulary.
My sleep was affected this way,
sometime ago. Now I find I am
back into this mode, of sleeplessness.
Word after word
drops from my head.
It's ten minutes to four,
go back to bed.
Get you some sleep,
fall asleep soon
or you will still be
sound asleep at noon.
Love is warmth.
Enjoy when available/
The warmth of love
comes from the soul,
gushing forth, through
words, soft spoken,
spraying outward
through peoples eyes.
Loves sweet presence
goes unheard,
goes unseen,
without a sound,
if people, the living,
are indifferent.
A memory of my life past,
when I hoped my love
would stay and last forever.
I press my hand to your cheek
And feel wet, softness.
Why do you weep?
I will kiss the sadness from your eyes
And make you happy.
Let your thoughts wander;
Think of fields of flowers,
Shining in the Sun
And of waves in motion,
Slapping on the sand,
While cool breezes,
Blow upon your face.
There was a time,
many years ago, when,
those we loved,
took control of lives, then
we would know,
we were swaddled,
bundled with warm
clothes and coddled
and "have a new
place to dwell.
Down the edge of loneliness,
at the Heartbreak Hôtel."
Thank you, Elvis
for those words, I say,
for those are my thoughts,
every living way.
From shelter, warm,
to darkness, cold,
my love for you,
will never get old.
Weather storms,
spawns a heavy rain.
Must I tell you?,
Must I explain.
The harsh light,
pours from skylights above.
Harsh on these old eyes,
still searching for a lost love.
I sit in wonder,
now alone,
with no one close,
who I could phone.
Not talking about
my family,
but about my
missing thee.
Thee who was,
my lovely wife,
no longer here but
now gone, from life.
I talked with her,
about daily events,
we had our positions,
weren't on the fence.
This luxury is
no longer here,
so I sit alone,
she's not near.
I know this sounds,
like a "Woe is Me,"
but in fact,
it's my reality.
A long time ago,
in a faraway place,
I envisioned, the beauty,
of seeing your face.
Your brown eyes,
so, warming to see.
The voice of an Angel,
who I saw, in thee.
Love, the eternal feeling of
the love of another. A deep,
caring love, which you never,
experience again. Cherish it now.
The world may never know
My love for you
And they may not even care.
Others may not understand,
This feeling
And they may not try.
It doesn't matter if they do,
All that is important is
Your knowing it is you.
When the light,
hits your eyes,
it is a reflective
surprise.
Long will I,
think of you,
for I am missing,
you, too.
Do I know,
who you are,
or where you live,
near or far?
Probably not,
is what I'd say,
as for you,
please, go away!
Was that,
rude of me?
I am blind,
and cannot see.
Please leave,
now, please.
Just go away,
let me be at ease.
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