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So Much i Wanted to Tell You, Mum

Whene'er i see children playing, i stop and think of thee;
'cause now you're gone, i'm still here but alone i be.
Your laughter and your smiles somehow they took a hold;
And got through my life's defenses which kept me safe but cold.

Pain brought us to-gether and now drives us apart;
i lose not only my special friend, i also lose my heart.
My brick wall, my defenses, you brought them crashing down;
Just dust and pieces of rubble is all that there is now.

We met expecting nothing, and now we part the same?
There was so much i've wanted to tell you, Mum, but words just never came.
Like stained glass were my dreams, many a bright and glistening hue;
Blue like the sky, gold like the Sun and red like my love for you.

Green like the grass in Spring time, black like the starry night;
And you, shimmering silver as my warmth and candle-light.
Safely, go, i beg thee, go! 'neath angel's wing please fly;
Because i love you, i set you free! please go, and let me cry --

Tears to fill an ocean that will now circle me 'round;
Fear not, although i be isolated, i will never drown,
For though you leave with everything, one fragile gift i've got;
Memories of you for company and that does mean a lot!

submitted by CL Sarge at SoHo/Village/4567
Posted 7/17/99

Windows of Gold
Adapted from story "The House With Gold Windows"
by Linda Florence
Original story by C.L. Paddock

There once lived a young boy named David in a cottage on top of a hill;
Happy was he, as he herded his goats, down near the waters so still,
His parents, they had no money -- very hard they had to work;
And they loved their little son dearly from his duties he would not shirk.

From his parents he quickly learned, how to love the smells and sights;
Of mountain meadows, music in the wind, and many a bird in flight,
But sometimes David was lonely, and wished he had a friend;
At times he didn't want to work and wished their poverty would end.

Then he'd remember, a trip to the village with his father long ago;
And the shops filled with toys, books and puzzles and colourful balls all aglow,
"Why can't I be like the other boys with lots of time to play?
"Have store-bought toys for company," is what little David did say.

One evening, after a long day's work, David sat on top of his hill;
Looking down into the valley, in the calm serene so still,
The Sun was setting behind him, when something caught his eye;
A marvellous house with windows of gold shining against the sky!

"The boy who lives with gold windows must be very rich indeed."
Then David decided, right then and there, this boy he had to meet,
Maybe they'd become friends, and David would be asked to stay;
In this beautiful house filled with toys and the two of them would play.

Very early next morning, into the valley David did go;
But the gold window house was much farther away than he had at first thought so,
He walked all day and walked some more and by evening he did thank;
As the Sun was setting he reached the house and his joyful heart - it sank!

The fine rich house was a shepherd's cottage, abandoned he did see;
And animals did use it for shelter, he noticed recently,
And the beautiful golden windows were old cracked windowpanes;
Grey with dust and cobwebs and streaked by Autumn rains.

Feeling foolish and tired, and his empty stomach did weep;
David curled up on the cottage step and cried himself to sleep,
Cold and stiff, he woke the next morning, with the golden sun rising behind;
Across the valley and up the hill, a welcoming sight did he find!

At the top of the hill, he saw his house, a marvellous house 'gainst the sky;
With golden windows that sparkled and winked, and David rubbed his eyes,
A little hungry, but no longer scared, David began to smile;
With a bit of a skip and a happy grin, he knew he'd be home in a while.

submitted by CL Sarge at SoHo/Village/4567
Posted 7/17/99

Hope

as winters frigid breath to dark turns bright
not green of leaf nor crimson blush on bloom
as fog veils beauty, 'ternal seems the night
not ray nor warmth to cheer or light the gloom

towards darkness and despair may thoughts descend
epiphany and joy from soul depart
in awe and fear of knowing of an end
uncertainty and doubt hard-freeze strong heart

yet grass bereft of blade, dried structure bare
sienna-washed symmetric beauty shows
brown thistle awns husk skeleton 'pears fair
more subtle than the regal summer's rose

blue earth whose passage cosmic forces rules
now tilts again, resumes its travels forth
and restless winging many-feathered jewels
feel stirrings and a longing for the North

the Crocus greening tips soon pierce the snow
all pilgrims start our journey's home anew
of deeper meanings we're not meant to know
from dark comes light, comes hope, a thought for you.

Submitted by Michael at SoHo/Bistro/4739
posted 5/22/99

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