Always In The Heart

I sit here tonight

with thoughts of you.

Wishing you was here with me

like I always do.

I know that we will be together

again some day.

When that day comes

we will have nothing but

smiles on our faces and our skies no longer grey.

In this time that we are apart,

I know that we are in one another’s heart.

We always will be,

just like we were from the start.

You are a part of me,

and I am a part of you.

That is something so special

and very true.

Your gentle touch

I miss so much.

How could someone

keep something away from us

that is so precious as such.

I do know, when there is a will

there is a way.

I promise you we will be together

forever again one day.

Until then, always remember

that I love you forever.

YOU!

Darling,


your dazzling eyes can lihgt up my heart,

my dear you are my world.

the melodious voice of you and the cudlesome words

can make me happy forever.

your lips and the handsome body,

I was so impressed by you.

What would I be without you!

what would i b without you...


without your love,

I am a skeleton buried,

flesh tasted delicious to worms.

without your guidance,

I am a raft crashed agaist a mighty rock.

without your love,

i will be a glass shattered into million piece,

a flower withered and crushed,

a lamp rusted and split.

I need you to live.......za



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I WILL DO MORE.....

A Faded Rose

The rose that once had been so perfect.

Petals pleading to be touched,

fragrant with the most Heavenly bouquet.

This rose, reminiscent of another life,

was found in quiet repose,

pressed between pages of poetry.

No better place for interment

than resting in the loving arms of favored.

sonnets whose lines will recapture her beauty in verse.

The essence of rose and love will ever live on in my heart,

just as the bearer of the rose has all these many years.

This dried, crumpled, lifeless rose is all that remains of our love.

I cannot now resurrect this rose, nor our love,

but for some reason I feel the need to try.

Failures are sometimes second chances.

Gently closing the book that contains my faded rose

and the tangible symbol of our love.

I put upon the shelf all our hopes and dreams

to wait once more for another place,

another time.

To God the Father

To the little, pitiful God I make my prayer,

The God with the long grey beard

And flowing robe fastened with a hempen girdle

Who sits nodding and muttering on the all-too-big throne

of Heaven.

What a long, long time, dear God, since you set the

stars in their places,

Girded the earth with the sea, and invented the day and

night.

And longer the time since you looked through the blue

window of Heaven

To see your children at play in a garden....

Now we are all stronger than you and wiser and more

arrogant,

In swift procession we pass you by.

"Who is that marionette nodding and muttering

On the all-too-big throne of Heaven?

Come down from your place, Grey Beard,

We have had enough of your play-acting!"

It is centuries since I believed in you,

But to-day my need of you has come back.

I want no rose-coloured future,

No books of learning, no protestations and denials--

I am sick of this ugly scramble,

I am tired of being pulled about--

O God, I want to sit on your knees

On the all-too-big throne of Heaven,

And fall asleep with my hands tangled in your grey

beard.

Eggs

Eggs make ducks


And ducks make eggs

So ducklings can quack quack!

The chicks go peep

Emerged from sleep,

Resurfacing out back.

Angels

Angels are quite confident,


Now they are on high.

Given whom they represent,

Each appearing Heaven sent,

Let them serve God innocent

As we live and die.



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