©1999 Michael David Coffey

I dream, I cry, I pray

I'm writing these verses
They're not mine
A Russian poet, a hero
He died in a cold hotel
room, alone
Desolate
But these aren't those
last verses
They're his 'Persian
Motifs'
About love and longing
For a woman, a
beautiful land
His Persia, in his mind

And I'm listening
to a melody
-- of love's languishing
Sung by a nightingale
-- her sweet exotic
voice lingering
in my saddened mind
'But you are my only
And we don't say goodbye'
The music goes on...
And tears swell in my
eyes
And my heart?
I dream, I cry, I pray
And the song goes...
'We don't say goodbye'
'You are my only'

And I cry...

for you


September 22, 1999

©1999 Michael David Coffey

Notes:
The Russian Poet is Sergey Yesenin http://www.oocities.org/Paris/Parc/2331/russpoets/yeseninbio.html
Cycle of Love Songs: Persian Motifs
Persian Motifs

The Nightingale is Celine Dion
Biography in English
Passion Céline Dion: Biography
Biography in French
Passion Céline Dion: Biographie
The Song: Immortality (Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb, Maurice Gibb)
From her album Let's Talk About Love
Celine Dion: Let's Talk About Love

In the early hours

In the early hours
candles, voices
Of a ship's slicing
passage on a
blue azure lake
Splurging, searing,
sifting
through the surf wake
Sounds, soft, surging
Passage of a ghostly ship
in the memories
of my mind
Awakening, aroused
Early in destiny's
calling

I awake, restless
Where are you in
this dream?
This reality?
Uncertain, perplexed
I ponder
Trying to unravel
this mysterious
memory
Of a dream
A ship's passage on
the cool blue azure
lake of destiny's
reflection
Voices, visions of
a memory recalled
In the early hours,

perplexed

September 14, 1999

©1999 Michael David Coffey

It doesn't matter

Caring as I do
I wander the
avenues of longing
searching
Your presence in the
flowers, the streams
The silence in the
forests
That embrace your
name 'Love'

Caring as I do
I neglect the
ways of the world
And wander in my
mind's pursuit
of dreams
Yet to be
Perhaps never to be
But believing this truth
to be destined
That we will love
again

Caring, caring as I do
I caress the
sand
And watch the
fine sunbaked
grains
Cascade
Disappearing in
the desert of
longing
And I cry for you

Caring as I do
my life takes
on a perception
of unearthly tones
Of music divinely
given
Played in the
cathedral's
forest of lost souls
Where I seek you
And I say 'It
doesn't matter'
Yet I die for you

August 29, 1999

©1999 Michael David Coffey

Hero

"That a hero lies
within you"
Evoking words of
a pop song on the
desert floor
Remembering the time...
the telephone
birthday wishes...
over the miles
the millennia
of high altitude strides
Delivered... from
a tape in a public
phone box
There...

Here... memories
passionate kisses
of a song
played across the
oceans
Rarefied, stratified
crackling emotions
Distance and dreams
"A hero in you"
It was playing again
here by the desert pool
We were here, too
Remember?

And we almost...
well we didn't
The music's playing
It reminds me
of too much
Tears in my eyes
And I try to write
it down
Strange the way things
happen
And it's still happening
dreaming of you
In the desert sun...
"and a hero" playing

August 25, 1999

©1999 Michael David Coffey

October 13, 1999