BabySproule | The First Time | DayDreaming | The Painting That Is You
BabySproule
He kicked at the wall,
he understood not what it was,
most of the time he was hungry,
'cause he was floating in a sea of love,
and you can't get enough
of your mother's love....
He shouted, glub glub, goo,
and his mother heard it
in her dreams too,
she knew not what he wanted to say,
but guessed that he was planning
his first date,
His eyes were not yet formed,
but he could see beyond the invisible,
and sometimes he cried tears
in his sleep,
tears that came not from the eyes,
but his soul, from the deep.
His tears were happy ones,
ones of gratitude, peace and
tranquility,
did he really know that their
meaning would change once he stepped
outside into the cruel world,
into reality??
He was afraid but he wanted,
to venture outside,
into the unknown,
'cause he represented the natural
instinct of man to seek the truth
defying the dangers
that may exist in that zone.......
And so one fine day,
when his father was away,
he finally kicked really hard
and his mommy got scared.....
ANd exactly an hour and a half later,
he was out of the deep water,
into the hands of the thing wearing
white,
and gently placed against something,
so warm and soft and so right,
He couldn't see the lips,
that gave him his first kiss,
but heard the angels singing,
a wonderful lullaby to drowse him into
his
first peaceful sleep.......
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The First Time
'Twas a drippy morning,
the boy had just
stepped out in the rain,
did he care? 'cause,
too great was the pain~
There were puddles here,
and there,
where the raindrops had
collected,
and he stepped in one,
'cause his eyes were misty,
and believe me,
it was no fun~
He fought off the tears,
that threatened to reveal,
the lump he could not
swallow,
'cause the sorrow was
deep in his heart,
and more than his tender
mind could follow~
He shivered as the cold
cold wind blew in his face,
but the chill in his soul,
made him feel numb and bare,
he hugged his coat tighter,
but couldn't avoid,
fate's cruel stare~
As he mindlessly
tried to convince,
his heart
that wouldn't listen,
that it was just an illusion,
he came to the realization,
that pigs could fly,
and mountains could
be shaken,
but his heart was
always meant to be broken~....
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Day Dreaming
Sleep denies me your dreams,
so the dreams come during the daytime..
as I yawn my fantasies away,
after a restless night,
I am in a restaurant with you
at 1:00pm,
and we were having such a wonderful
silence between us,
or was it an intense conversation,
between our locked eyes??
...."Hello!!!" suddenly I am jerked back to reality,
by a face peering down at me at
my customer check-in desk,
ST. ID# 451-83-9048,
I apologize for staring through his face,
and failing to sense his presence
(and give him PC #9),
cause all I sense is your absence in my life,
3:00pm, we are walking by a little park,
the type I like to walk by,
or walk through… a few kids playing,
baseball, I'll never understand that game
cause I am not an American you see!
we walk silently,
you look so lovely - walking with a lot
on your mind,
I wonder what you are thinking,
was it the thought provoked by
what I had said to you earlier on?...
that important question?...
6:00pm, the sunset, ah what a lovely sight,
but I can't take my eyes off you,
I wonder what I will miss more,
If I lost my sight, you or the sunset,
it's a no contest really, I have grown to
love that face so much,
as the sun goes down leaving us
in desolation,
I realize how utterly
I am in love with you...
7:30pm, we are walking by an old cd store,
we look at each other,
a silent invisible nod of our minds,
we walk in you spread out and check your
favorites,
I pretend to check mine, but all I am doing
Is glancing sideways at you,
Not wanting to miss a moment of
Your unaware, uncaught-by-the-eye beauty,
You look at the racks leafing through them,
Without any care or concern,
Do you know how amazing you look,
When you least try to??
9:00pm, looking at the moon as we sit by a lake,
such peace and quiet all around,
such a strange contrast to my inner self that is
almost as restless as a raging ocean,
even the moon seems to have held,
her breath, in anticipation of the break
of silence,
from your lips
I look at you waiting for your reply,
To a question that was repeatedly asked
By my eyes all day, after I
Worded it with my voice today
Your lips part almost as if to say
The two letter word I fear the most,
Amazing how such a small word can have
So much negative power and energy
That can drain the soul
Instead your lips come down
On mine, in a timeless and romantic
Tale of Consent and surrender,
......And you blow me away....
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The Painting That Is You
"When you look at me,
with those sad eyes,
When you give me
a wane smile ~
And when your voice
sounds so very low,
I suddenly realize,
That I haven't cried
In a long while.."
"When you speak of another man,
With love in your eyes,
When you want me to smile
And be happy for you~
And when you proclaim so sweetly
That you couldn't care less about me,
I suddenly understand
Why the tears of a clown
bring laughter to a child..
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