The most precious one

Before me stood a great beacon of hope

A triumphant woman

Of grace and what glory may be

She smiled upon me

And did make my heart flutter

My spine quake

And my brain melted upon the floor

What powers have been bestowed to you?

Oh woman so pure

Muse to the Gods

Idol of Man

Who stands before me

In heavenly robes

Weeping

For her own heart breaks

Upon the stair of God

We Weep.

The precious one

In the arms of man

Love's poem lost in the wood
A weary traveler once here stood
And upon this fallen tree
He wrote his letter to thee
An undying love he did search
And left his soul upon this birch

A lover's poem
A majestic totem
To the love he saved
His feelings engraved
Along the wooded trail
Though winds do wail

The lover's poem shall remain
A lonesome wander's loving vein
And upon the trees we do engrave
The darkened woods we do brave
Just to spell our love to thee
Oh mistress whomever be.

Apologies from Assisted Living

one year has passed by

and my ward I must vote aye

to keep within the realm of man

my mind searches for where it began

however,

the serpents of thought and hate

that escape the souls haunted gate

terrorize the mind in memory’s time

from the passage that is thy tongue

the demons of thought are sprung

lashing and thrashing the spirits soar

through the air as our breath does roar

without passage back 

our apologies stack

letters of great stature

to our self less mature

and in the years gone bye

wisdom now in our eye

we scold our child from within

tell him where to begin

to change what we have become

and maybe our tiny world some

but alas we cry

no tears left to dry

and shake our soul shall violently

as our demons dance in glee

to celebrate our desolation

from long forgotten devastation

one year has passed 

and my reminder has amassed

upon my doorway

the government letter lay

to remind me how

one year from now

one year shall have passed

for the lovers lost in the darkness of midnight

for those discovered in the break of day

from cascading light through broken blinds

we awaken in the arms of each other 

holding on to prevent the loss of our humanity

lest we separate unfulfilled 

lacking in loves sweet pleasures

we shall linger in the beautiful warmth 

of the morning sun

as the shade of regret 

hangs over our rotting stomachs

filled with the angst and loathing 

left by liquor and bitter pills

this is for the lovers lost

and for those found again

this never ending routine

stealing moments 

we could have remembered

great things unachieved 

great loves never witnessed

great stories never written

our greatest love lost 

between the sheets 

in liquors sweet embrace

Look back in

A face emerges from behind closed eyes

A face that is remembered from years past

Staring deep into my soul

From within she stares

Watching me fail 

Watching me stumble home

A face emerges from behind closed eyes

Waiting for me to rise out of this darkness

Waiting to see my name in the sky

This face

Lost in history

Staring back at me 

Every time I close mine Eye

The minds eye

Privy to the visitor from within

The soul trapped behind mine eye

A beacon for my future

A reminder of my past

Who I want to be

Whom I want to be with me

She is there

From behind closed eyes

Staring at me 

Wanting me to become 

What I need to be

Who I should have become long ago

 

A face emerges from behind closed eyes

My eyes

Haunted by she whom I could never have

Without smothering who she was to be

A nights' romance

A moment suspended in the night

A drunken fancy

Followed by delight

A nights’ romance

A tender kiss

Followed by a gentle dance

But long we wait

For our suitors call

Too long to anticipate

What may come 

What may come

Of a nights’ romance

Love for all and pain for some

Young lovers in the night do prance 

Yet crying lovesick Romeos

Chasing Belles, their lusts do goad

All along the love sewn pair

Sharing glass of whiskey and wine

Without a worry without a care

Lovers joined in pleasures’ twine

So unto thee

Tonights’ sweet lover

We seek to be

United upon the bed

Twisting and clawing 

Beneath the cover

Drunken and blissful

Into the morning light

With a smile, wistful

Shrouded in mornings’ delight

We share a sweet goodbye

And a gentle sight

We pray you know who we are

Is not what we became

And who you are 

Is a lover with no name