Poems

"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." :-Þ~~~Carl Sandburg

The Forest of Love
The forest of Love is everywhere, And if love is a forest, love is a tree, And a tree is love. There is nothing more beautiful than a tree, nothing -Except perhaps the human mind. This is where the tree is born, blossoms, is destroyed. End of Love. But with care and devotion another tree will grow, another love will bloom. Love has no numbers, no age. It is infinite in its variety, in its breadth and depth, in the coloration of its Indian summer gone mad. The human mind!- over which so few can exercise control is the heart of Love. Here lie scheming armies of exotic temptations. Here lie brooding bands of angels and devils poised and ready to soothe or ruffle, embrace or repulse, love--or nothing! And as always at the close, the forest whispers, I love you. :-Þ~~~Jack Palance

In to one's life a little rain must fall.
I've brought to you my insecurities and laid them carefully around you, hoping that you would deal with them gently. you stood beside me when so many have walked away. You sheltered me with affection and I felt more secure. You did not treat me with insignificance, but you showed me a brighter side, and helped me make corrections along the way. you hold a vital role in my life, and I wanted you to know. There are so many times when I forget to tell you just how important you are to me. :-Þ~~~Sherrie L. Householder

Darkness
Riding the darkness searching for the light caught somewhere in time, but never in time life moves, our bodes age. Our souls or hearts or mind marching to time understand the darkness never understanding the light. Is love blind somewhere in time. :-Þ~~~Shock (Me)

The Heart of the Woman
O what to me the little room That was brimmed up with prayer and rest; He bade me out into the gloom, And my breast lies upon his breast. O what to me my mother's care, The house where I was safe and warm; The shadowy blossom of my hair Will hide us from the bitter storm. O hiding hair and dewy eyes, I am no more with life and death, My heart upon his warm heart lies, My breath is mixed into his breath. :-Þ~~~William Butler Yeats

Love Tricks
Who is this Beautiful One, This One who stays up all night teaching love tricks to Venus and the Moon? This One whose enchanting gaze seals up the tow eyes of heaven? O seekers, it is your own heart! Day and night, I am so taken by Him that no one else can be taken by me. At the beginning I was born of His love, In the end I gave Him my heart. A fruit which falls from a branch must first cling to that same branch. A man may run from his own shadow, searching for light, but will he ever find a place to rest? The tip of His curl is saying, “Walk this tightrope.” The fire of His candle is saying, “O moth, come here.” O heart, be steady, dance gently upon that rope. But the moment you hear His call fly into the candle’s flame. When you knew the rapture of this burning you would not go on for another moment without its heat. Even if the water of life were pouring all around it would not lure you from the flames. :-Þ~~~Rumi

Dream Girl
You will come one day in a waver of love, Tender as dew, impetuous as rain, The tan of the sun will be on your skin, The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech, You will pose with a hill-flower grace. You will come, with your slim, expressive arms, A poise of the head no sculptor has caught And nuances spoken with shoulder and neck, Your face in a pass-and-repass of moods As many as skies in delicate change Of cloud and blue and flimmering sun. Yet, You may not come, O girl of a dream. We may but pass as the world goes by And take from a look of eyes into eyes. A film of hope and a memoried day. :-Þ~~~Carl Sandburg

The Forest of Love
We were together once before, somewhere. But where? You won't tell me-- and I can't remember. Anyway, I know this is not our first meeting. She's too deep inside me for that. It's raining now and I'm alone. Five O'clock in the morning and sleep won't come. I lie here listening to the rain and thunder and then the wind rustling the leaves which are beginning to color and fall. Raine is so beautiful, a concerto of sounds. Thunder is the cymbals and the base drum-- accentuating wind instruments, wild and driven, then soft and lovely like your hands on my body. Occasionally a lightning flash and I feel you taking me deep inside again. The trembling of your body--the gentle moan are somewhere else, in some other world. I feel myself moving through you and with you and I'm frightened that someday this may end. :-Þ~~~Jack Palance

Rain Forest