Moon and Flag

Moving into Autumn

Misty are the mornings now

And drowsy is the light

Slow to be upon their way

Are moon and secret night

The days are now much shorter

And longer dallies night

Less we see of bright old Sol

And more of damp moonlight

Loons on the Inlet

A Song for Annie

I drifted on a crystal lake;
The stars, in bright array,
Reflected in its mirrored face,
A glittering bouquet.
I scooped the water in my hand
And much to my delight
There in my hand for one small span
I held the twinkling light

But as it slipped out of my grasp
And back in to the sky
I do believe it winked at me
From the corner of its eye

A Playful Morning

Then as the colors of the day
Burst through the sky in bright array
They washed the dark of night away
And bid my heart come out and play!

Good Night

The rain spills on the darkened bay
The moon slips off to tryst
With clouds that shroud the nighttime sky
In mystery and mist.

Good night I call to absent stars
Good night to restless sea
Good night dear one, so far from here,
You mean the world to me.

Goodnight, My Light

And as the night crept up on me
Dark shadows swept the sky.
Then he cast back one parting glance,
A gold glint in his eye.
All I could do was hold my breath
And whisper my good-bye!

 

Traces of The Bandit...

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The Lord is My Shepard, I Shall Not Want

My world was swathed in shadows deep,
My heart filled with despair;
The obligations I can’t meet,
The wrongs I can’t repair.
I wept until my burdened heart
Was mist drenched like the air.

And God stood back while my tears fell
Although He called to me
But I was wailing, lost in tears,
And so I could not see
The loving hand that He held out
To soothe my misery

But slowly, over all my tears,
I heard his quiet voice
He told me that I am his lamb
He asked me to rejoice
For I don’t have to live in pain
But it must be my choice.
I am his lamb, I shall not want,
Though life may have its gales
For I don’t have to fight alone
Through all of life’s travails
If I but turn my face to Him
His love always prevails

Born to Ride the Winds

Penelope's Song

I miss the feel of your hand holding mine
I miss your voice in my ear
I miss the feel of your cheek against mine
I miss having you right here.

Like Penelope in old Ithaca
Waiting for love to come home
I spend my days on the duties of life
My nights gazing cross the foam

I know you must do what you’ve gone to do,
I know it’s bigger than me
Though I sit here alone, night after night,
Weeping salt tears in the sea.

Come home from the wars, my Odysseus,
Come back to my lonely arms
Let my heart pillow your dear, weary head
Away from all of war’s harms.