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I Will Make A Snowman
I will make a snowman.
I will make him out of snow.
For him, I will do all I can.
I’ll strive to let him grow.
I’ll give him eyes of coal,
So as to let him see.
And he’ll need to feel free,
And have recourse to me
And to heaven above.
So he won’t be lonely,
I’ll make him a friend.
And I’ll give him a soul,
So he won’t fear the end.
He will never grow old.
And I will let him feel love,
To help him bear the cold.
Webster’s Lair
Webster’s lair lies on the air,
A tangled weave of angel’s hair.
All is fair in her care.
Beware –
All ends lead to nowhere.
Sweet Poisonous Dreams
Sweet poisonous dreams of yesterday,
When shall the aching want cease?
When shall the specters fade away?
Is there no reconciliation with peace?
Warm painful memories of you,
That no conviction might surpass!
When shall my affliction amass
Sufficient hurt to be at long last through?
Bait
Love is a disease,
A rat-trap cheese,
A moth’s desire
For candle fire.
Love is a drug,
Pheromone for a bug -
A kiss and a hug
Like beer to a slug.
Love is a lie,
An attempt to deny
That chemicals control
An animal’s role.
Flower
Flower in a vase,
I want to keep you here,
But you need more space.
You need a garden to grow,
To give your blossom a good show,
Where sun is shining,
To propagate your cheer.
I’ll not clip your root’s entwining.
I will respect your place.
Tread Softly My Heart
Tread softly my heart -
The petal path I strew
Delicately at your feet!
Through blossoms I impart
My reverence of you!
With flowers I entreat!
Pray thee, do not cast
My tear-wet words aside -
At your mercy I lie!
Without care I can’t last!
Without your gentle stride,
I would soon wither and die.
Quiet Suffering
Cease this silence!
Halt your troubled calm,
These wordless thoughts
Wearing thin my resolve.
The peace is torturous.
Pray, speak a phrase,
A tone of reconciliation.
Mend our dialogue.
Dissolve our differences.
End my quiet suffering.
Bleeding Heart
My heart is broken.
But you have some glue.
Help me to paste it.
It’s broken in two.
My blood as a token,
I offer to you.
With one more slit
The vow shall ensue.
My soul has spoken.
If wishes come true,
Wish one to fit,
To make me feel new.
Absence
Absence makes the heart grow harder.
Absence makes the blood run thick,
Chokes the life-beat like a garter,
Makes a healthy yearning sick.
Absence makes a fire burn colder,
Numbs all senses with its pain,
Makes a promise hard to shoulder,
Makes all words of love in vain.
Turtledove
I am only a bird
With a fluttering heart.
Sorrow is my true word -
A song of mates apart.
I’m just a turtledove,
Perched on a steeple cross,
Come to coo of foiled love,
And mourn of loss.
I am sadness on wing,
Here to bring my drear tale.
For a lost friend I sing,
I softly wail.
Oh, where are you, my mate!
The weight that you must share
In this horrible fate,
I cannot bear!
Oh, loneliness, you are
Sitting on a far church,
Or on a distant star,
Far from my perch,
Singing your pure heart out,
Pain your sole earning,
But never any doubt
Of your yearning!
Know that I sing for you,
Though you are far away!
To my soul I ring true,
Until someday.
Someday, maybe a song,
An echo loud and clear
Enough to right all wrong,
Will bliss revere.
But now I sing sorrow,
And hope the song will stay,
Just in case tomorrow
You pass this way.
I will leave a low note
On every mountain top,
Pour forth hope from my throat,
And never stop.
My song will always be
On the tongue of the air.
When you remember me,
I will be there.
Breath of Heather
Heather, will you not speak to me,
Whisper some consolation
Of my heart to me,
To my dim eyes explain
What it is you see?
Tell me of love that could not be.
Solo
Where have you gone, my friend?
Where do I keep my trust now?
I thought you’d be here till the end.
I’d sing alone but I don’t know how.
If I Could Melt Your Heart
If I could melt your heart,
If I could touch your soul,
If I could open up your mind,
My words might make you whole.
Slowly, the ice shall start
To soften into love.
The tangled barbed cords shall unwind
And free a heavenward dove.
If only I could show
You the deep snows that bind,
Then, my friend, you would truly know -
If I could melt your heart.
Somewhere Along The Way
Somewhere along the way,
She left her romance.
She passed up her chance
Somewhere along the way.
Somewhere along the way,
She hardened her heart.
She postponed her start
Somewhere along the way.
Somewhere along the way,
She found a hard face.
She stayed in her place
Somewhere along the way.
Somewhere along the way,
She thought she would fail.
She did not set sail
Somewhere along the way.
Somewhere along the way,
Oh, maybe someday,
She’ll make out okay.
Somewhere along the way,
Along the lonely highway,
The tones of distant travelers bay.
Candles light. Saxophones play.
If only, they say.
Remnants
From former years,
A rose in a vase,
A radiant face,
The lingering trace
Of a gentle embrace,
Is now but vacant space -
And nothing to displace
The memories but tears.
Remnants have no place.
The Price
Boldly bear the chains of thy love.
Bravely face the hurt of thy loss.
The mires of despair, rise above!
Let the storms toss!
Love’s passion was meant to be felt -
As spark, as flame, as dying coal.
Fires burn and die. Snows freeze and melt.
There is a toll!
Was it better to have loved so,
And lost so much when love passed by,
Or never to have known such woe?
Love must soon die!
The shackles of a heart must be.
Pain is the forge of love’s device.
The end of love is misery.
It is the price!
I Don’t See An Easy Way To Get Out Of This
My flesh is worn, my spirit tired,
My reason torn, my will expired.
But I don’t see an easy way to get out of this.
I love too much the souls I share.
I cannot bear to leave them there.
And I can’t see how I’ll ever part with a last kiss.
To stay is pain. I can’t remain.
Yet, if I wane, it’s all in vain.
No, I don’t see an easy way to get out of this.
Postscript
Grieve not for me when I meet death!
But forgive me for leaving you behind
To close the lid on my last breath.
There seems nothing more unkind
Than to depart by myself for the great unknown -
Shed my mask of life, and leave you still in disguise,
Enter the darkness all alone,
While you watch the light fade from my eyes.
Parting Seas
A salty sea
She has cried for me.
Her profuse tears,
Gathered over years,
Lap at my feet,
To my soul entreat.
I wade in the tide,
My allotment abide.
In waters of no tomorrow,
I asperse my sorrow.
She Had To Fly
Standing at the threshold, she promised from her soul,
To put a candle on the sill to light the way back home.
It was not the kind of night that he should be alone.
He said, All things cool with passing years,
The fire flickers then it disappears.
His face was wet with flowing tears.
She stood at the window and watched the rain.
She kindled a flame in the hearth in vain.
Her face grew pale and lines appeared.
Her breath blew out in a passing wind.
She raised her voice and called out to him.
She lifted her hand to reach out to him.
But her voice went up to a passing star.
She tried to stay but she’d gone too far.
The curtains closed, and a mist arose.
Her hand unfolded into a wing.
She cried out loud that she couldn’t sing.
She was caught up in a cloud.
It was time to fly.
A lightning bolt lit up the sky.
And she had to fly.
Will O’ Wisp
She saw there on the bank, in the mist,
His vigil kept as he had declared before his death.
He had promised to keep his candle lit.
He said he would never leave her side unless he must.
She trusted him to come to the river where they had walked.
They had talked many afternoons there in the grass.
They had once talked of restless ghosts,
Of will o’ wisps rising and flitting in midair
As a token of remembrance of the love of days passed.
One Twilight Apparition
Mist-veiled riverside, a place of the low-weeping willows,
In that transient space between day and night,
In a faded maiden-hair hue of twilight,
Stays always, sways and droops on shaded sward pillows,
The breeze-hosted eve,
Where ghosts conceive
A reenactment of a long-ago day.
Come from faraway, to pay
Homage to their secret place,
Invoked by the betrothal of yesteryears,
The lost spirits return to trace
The sacred space where spilled their heart-sent tears,
Where once flourished a garden of longing,
Where myriad dryads spriteward leap to meet
The twain, at the fog-form robes thronging,
With oaths of allegiance, to their guests entreat –
The entourage of otherworldly lovers
Whispering vows beneath shadow covers,
United again.
And the pixies implore the deep woods’ omniscient heart,
Their anguish falling as a soft summer rain.
To the mercy of the fog their sobbing wishes impart
That the flow of ages must cease -
The current of time and timelessness flow as one,
That restless love may at last find peace,
And the search for conclusion at last be done.
And the willows pray, for a moment more,
For a moment more when once young love yearned for eternal youth,
For an enduring place beyond their mortal shore -
To sail far and wide, drifting out beyond the sea of truth,
To come to the banks where past and present meet,
Where trembled tender hearts and stood resolute feet.
But in an oblivion-sent breath, fleeting hope come and gone as before,
Lovers are lost once more to the ebony ocean of nevermore,
Disappearing in a momentary swirl,
In a moonlit whirl -
Waltz of heaven-blown grass and leaves,
Calling to each other upon the breeze.
And the fairies weep softly in the trees.
And wind along the river banks openly grieves.
I Will Wait For You
Fast fades the light, my dearest friend.
Soon I must go
Into the night, towards the end.
And I don’t know
When I might see you again.
But my love shall never wane.
This I vow: that come what may,
I don’t know how, but I will find you.
Where?! I cannot say.
But to my vow I shall be true.
This shall be my eternal endeavor -
To wait for you till the end of forever.
Beyond oblivion’s dark shroud,
I will be waiting,
Resolute and proud,
My will never abating,
Till the mountains dust away,
Till the sun gives up the day,
Till the stars break down and cry,
Till the gods can answer why.
Though raging fires ensue,
Of perdition’s host
Or holy ghost,
My soul they’ll never subdue.
Forever, I will be true.
I will wait for you.
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