Tears on the Shore

I know I should be past all this,

My tears should now be dry.

At some point I have to give up

And stop these tears I cry.

For much of each day that I spend,

And most of every night,

I have no time for tears to spill

And so I hold them tight.

But now and then the wave of tears

Sweeps high upon my shore

And I am drowning in my grief;

The tears will hold no more.

Today was such a day for me,

I really can’t say why,

But I have wept and dried my tears

And grief will soon pass by.

A Spider's Song for DeAnne

You spun your web of gossamer

Within the darkness of the night

Ceaselessly weaving round and round

A web to snare all who alight

What hunger did you seek to feed

When you designed your web of fright

Was it the belly’s need to feed

or artist’s need to craft delight?

What was your thinking as you spun,

Is this design a pattern trite

Or is it one of spiderdom’s

Designs of awe or fiercest might?

And as you spun your silken web

Of gossamer throughout the night

Did you suspect that with the dawn

All you’d have caught was mist and light?

Out With Friends

Be back Later......

Tear Drops and Black Pearls

                                                   

The Muse and The Poet

It’s fair, indeed, to credit the muse

For the gift to inspire,

But ‘tis the poet who takes the thought

And forms it into fire.

There can’t be flames without the muse

And none without the poet,

For one knows how to kindle the blaze

The other how to grow it.

Winter Dreaming

The dryad dreams of summer blooms

Of fragrances so sweet

Of grasses drifting in the breeze

Beneath her unshod feet

The dryad settled for the winter

When snows and cold abound

Where the first buds of the spring time

Would peek above the ground

The dryad senses the rich earth

Where her roots burrow deep

And twine themselves within her dreams

While she is fast asleep

The dryad sleeps within her wood

And safe within her tree

She dreams of all that spring will bring

When winter sets her free

Last Night's Bad Dream

Dreaming in slow motion

One step at a time

Never getting farther

No matter how I climb

Everything that I had planned

Transforms inside my mind

To something I had never thought

Left someplace I can’t find

Dreaming in slow motion

Running in one place

Looking in the mirror

Seeing someone else’s face

Flying and then falling

Before I hit the ground

Waking up heart pounding

The dark night all around

Here's to The Dark and The Light

Here’s to the darkness I can’t quite beat

Here’s to the river of pain at my feet

Here’s to the answers I can’t seem to find

Here’s to the questions that haunt my mind

Here’s to the someone that I should be

Here’s to finding that better me

Here’s to the memories, bitter and sweet

Here’s to the dreams I can never complete

Here’s to the lover I left behind

Here’s to the love that I let unwind

Here’s to being the person I should

Here’s to turning my bad into good

Echoes

Where’s the echo to the song of my heart

I’m living in the void

That drear space between night’s end and dawn

Where darkness is deployed

Where are the answers to all my questions

The ones that deal with pain

The ones that touch on fears abounding

In bitter tears and rain

Where are the blossoms of early spring

The fragrances of light

That adorned my hair when springtime was mine

And withered with the night

It all was here and then it was gone

And will not come again

Though I may drown in pooled sunlight

Where the memories remain

Psalm 143:8

Psalm 143:8
Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life.

Pastel Moonrise at Dawn