These poems mean a great deal to me as I wrote them usually as closure to situations. You may not understand all of them...but such is the life of a poet!
Moon shines silver in your eyes
and flows upon your ebb of lies;
Here the rose withers, dies,
Yet for me, the strength of sighs
can only make me realize
that trusting you still satisfies.
There WAS a time
There was a time when you mattered
When you were loved
When what you heard was true
When what you felt was real
There was a time
When you clouded his thoughts
And you knew he'd race to find you
And every joy and moment of laughter
Was just yours
Only yours
There was a time
Believe in yourself
Separation/Memory
Do you hear the silent whispers?
Can you see a shadowed glow?
The since forgotten mystery--
It's something you should know.
Is it really so untouchable?
Has it faded from your view?
Or when you look into my eyes
Does it all come back to you?
Divorce
In the anguish of my silence
and the silence of my tears
dreams fade into melancholy whispers.
And the harmony of love
becomes tattered along the edges.
Crystal blue turns to hazed gray
as shadows draw nearer to my soul.
All my answers have gone now--
and if I could question,
it would be myself.
Happiness no longer encircles my heart
but it's memory leaves traces
about my finger.
Divorce II
It's sad to be wrong
and not know how to change things.
In these times, I used to reach to you...
but you've asked me not to follow,
and I cannot lead again.
So I stay lost from fear and grief
because I love you so!
Winter
Sitting in my sheltered corner
Watching snowflakes fall to Earth
Silence flowing, fire glowing
Enjoying this for what it's worth.
Pine trees getting winter blankets,
Firelight dancing on my cabin wall.
Winter settling at my doorstep;
Fading are the thoughts of Fall.
Lying back on all these visions
Happy memories of the past
Looking out across my winter
I have found my peace at last.
Hold me, but not too close,
so you never have to set me free.
Have me, but not too long,
so the hurt will never be.
Keep me, not in your heart,
for I may never stay.
Love me, but not too much,
-until you go away.
Poetry
A pen held so prominently in hand
to put forth of knowledge
and visions too daring--yet perceived:
(The forgotten soul cast upon the sand,
The lace of a tear,
Or a day with a saber of light
shining it's glorious death unto knight)
Yes, the pen and the spirit
unite into one
as the witness of life
the poet becomes.
Unrequited Love
In my solitude
I only have time to think.
And did white hope ever bring tears?
A fantasy ride that pulled me up
and took me to Heaven--
or was it Hell?
And were we happy?
Wasn't that sunshine--
Or only light making us too blind to see?
And if I unfold,
and there are spaces and spaces of me--
do you lose your way?
And if all my feelings were to die--
could they please die with you?
Did Not Die-not written by Kd
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the quiet birds in flight.
I am the star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
In memory of April
Is honesty given or sought?
Is sincerity something it's not?
Can truth be deceiving it's cost?
Can all our innocence be lost?
Truth
As Spring begins to break the dawn
and life on Earth starts to shine
The winds of Truth begin to blow
Encapturing this soul of mine.
There's beauty for us to behold
longing for our hearts so free
There's still a question I need to know:
Heavenly Father, are you calling me?
Return to the meadow!