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Poetry by John Romstadt

"A Single Red Rose"

A single red rose placed on your pillow.
It's beauty, does not compare to the beauty I see in you.
It's petals of silk, pale unto the softness of the feel of your skin.
It's fragrance, not as pleasant as the sent of your hair.
It's cool touch, not as soothing as the warmth of your embrace.
Yet, it is a token of my undying love.
For I love you with my whole being,
And to have you near is everything I need.

Love

John

Dedicated with Love to my wife Nannette

© John Romstadt - Copyright 1998

"You Are"


      "You are the light house to my heart
      ...that is lost in a sea of emotion"
      "You are the brightness in my life
      ...that glows from you compassion"
      "You are the beauty of the light
      ...that succors me from depression"
      "You are the beacon of the light
      ...that leads me through confusion"
      "You are the wind in my sails
      ...that will span any ocean"
      "You are the harbinger of great joy
      ...that heightens my elation"
      "You are the lifeline to my heart
      ...that holds me from delusion"
      "You are the mirror to my soul
      ...that hold no illusion"
      "You are my love my life
      ...that in the mother of our creation"
      "You are my friend my wife
      ...that in the object of my devotion"

"The Still Of The Night"


As I gaze into the still night;
The heavens above me are all alight.
Fire of souls all took flight.
Often I wonder their plight.
Could they be just wandering free,
Souls lost for all eternity?
Could they be searching for life unfulfilled,
Or the breaking of the strong willed?
If heaven would open it's pearly gate.
I wonder how many would still wait.
I wonder how many would turn away,
From an eternity of going on that way.
I wonder if I were a soul aflight,
Would I surrender to the beacon of the light,
Or would I escape into the still of the night?

"Time Slips By"

Time Slips By...I remember then,
I was so shy...but I remember when.
I remember our first kiss,
That late summer night, how I felt such bliss.
I remember...holding you tight
And my dreams you fulfilled, on that late summer night.
I remember...years passed by,
The times together we would cry,
For some silly thing I don't remember why,
But I remember the tears we did cry.
Time Slips By...I remember then,
Together we would be again.
Once again my soul would be complete.
Never again those mistakes to repeat.
Time Slips By...I remember when,
We took our vows and my heart you did win.
I remember... the kiss that day,
It made me feel the exact same way.
Time Slips By... another year did end,
The rest of my life with you I will spend.
For I love you more than I did then,
And the love I feel can't be expressed by this pen.

© John Romstadt - Copyright 1998

"Could It Be An Angel"

I am still alive,
for reasons I don't know.
I ponder why I still thrive,
but reasons still don't show.
I question this: it could be,
does an angel sit here with me?
Guarding me from great harm,
while sounding this alarm.
So, I sit and gaze through this window.
I see nothing but my inner thought.
I ponder things that I would know,
and question what I thought.
Many times I cheated fate.
The last I could have died,
if the warning came to late,
this life to continue, would have been denied.
Was this warning some extra perception?
Could it have been devine intervention?
Or was it just my imagination,
of words I know I did hear?
It came across as a shout,
loudly in my ear.
Warning me to lookout,
but no one was near
and I'm still here.
I'm still alive.
So I sit and question this.
Why this would be?
Is there something that I missed,
or is it part of destiny?
Maybe it's just not my time.
Maybe there is something I have to do.
I really need to think this through.
But... if there is an angel near,
I thank you and I know you'll hear,
For letting me stay with those I hold dear.

A true story actually,
dedicated to my guarding angel.

© John Romstadt - Copyright 1998

To Mom

From your womb I began
Here I am now a man
With a family of my own
Remembering memories I have known
You showed me how one should care
With all the love you did share
You taught me right from wrong you see
A better man you have made of me
You put your family above yourself
This sacrifice shows the great wealth
Of love and kindness you posses
And a heart of gold beats in your breast
On this day we honor once a year
It's not enough to show you how dear
Thoughts of how much you mean to me
Forever you will always be
A very special part of me.

© John Romstadt - Copyright 1998

The Beauty Seen Through Dark Glasses

In a stygian world,
no grays or white,
colors not understood
never known.
Only dark memories
interpreted by sounds
that tantalize my essence.
Smells that stimulate my passion.
Tastes that give way to satisfaction,
and touch that gives substance
and identity to an existence
of a world, which I can not see.

My eyes are the images
I hear in words,
shapes explored by my hands,
giving definition to the unseen.

However, Nature can overwhelm me.
For she is beautiful
in any way she is perceived.
The feel of a soft summer breeze
Tauntingly tickling the hairs on my face,
giving pleasure in the touch of it’s caress.

The warmth of a sun,
who’s radiance
I can feel
beating ever hotly,
making my skin feel flushed in it’s heat.

The fragrance of flowers
but wafted wisps on the wind,
carrying allusions of sweet nectar,
clinging to petals of silk set free
by the gentle brushing of my finger tips
exploring their intricacies so delicate,
but invisible to my minds eye.
Yet ever present
sensually stimulating
the fibers and neurons of my being,
through their touch.
The music of the wind
softly rustling
through the leaves of a stately oak.
Who’s strength can be felt
in the roughness of it’s bark
and the hardness of it’s fibers.

The hum of insects on busy wings
giving way to the melody
in the robin’s song.
The unyielding cacophony
of her young,
tucked safely in their nest.
Hungrily awaiting a meal
from their mother’s beak.

The soothing wetness of a stream
swiftly tugging,
playfully splashing,
as I wade into it’s mysterious depth,
giving way to sensations of floating,
in a weightless world,
as I release my fears of the unknown
and drift with it’s flow,
into the calm of a night,
that’s presence I can not fathom,
other than the quietness of a sleeping world.

© John Romstadt - Copyright 1998

Dream-Lost

Eye of night see my fate
Look down with saddened gaze
Wait not for me who’s late
Wake not me from this haze

Dream-lost in Autumns mist
Give way to slumberous night
Summers plight reminisced
Winters dawning comes twilight

Eye of night look my way
Do not my plight forsake
Give me hope in dreams soothsay
Make still my rest and sorrow take

Dream-lost in forever bliss
Escapes not I from my fate
Lost not now in despairs abyss
Loves sweet kiss do I wait

© John Romstadt - Copyright 1998

Shadows

Night slips through the window
but offers no rest
The restless turnings
of a lonely night
bring wished-for slumber
haunted by the shades
of unforgiven pasts
while remnants of memories
build lingering moments
of unforgotten sorrow
wished to be forgotten
but remain as shadows
cast on distant walls
eyes close in silent supplication
to bring release in dreams
but they do not come
seconds into minutes into hours
relentlessly times stands still
forever the night lasts
yet day comes too soon
giving release as lonely night ends
to begin the lonely day

© John Romstadt - Copyright November 1998

Forsake The Dawn


Be it a dream
whence realities spawn?
Then give me dreams
I will forsake the dawn.

For passion speaks
of want and need
and love becomes
this dreamer’s creed.

My love will embrace
everlasting night.
Lest I must haste,
what comes first light?

What dreams may come
shalt not forsake.
From dream’s soothsay
my love I take.

Now close my eyes
I will not sleep.
In reverie
my mind will keep.

For dreams of thee
will fill my night.
Until the dawn
returns my plight.

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