Thursday, November 17, 2016

Stars and Restless Dreams

There is a silence in the dark.
The stars, cold, bitter, bright,
Are yet the only offering
The darkness makes to light.
 
Their stillness creeps into my room
And, with much cold delight,
They fill my dreams with restless fears
That I’m too weak to fight.  
 
Tomorrow will come on at length,
With warm, golden sunlight,
But for now there are just those stars,
My restless dreams, and night.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Off to Bed



Now, as the day draws to close,
The stars call out to me,
"Don't go to bed, stay up and play!
The night is wild and free!"
But I am weary from the day,
as I was bound to be,
And I will bid the stars, "Good Night".
It's off to bed for me!

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Rain Song


Softly singing, falls the rain,
Upon the changing earth.
The autumn is well under way,
Winter begins its birth.  
It’s good to hear the rains again,
I missed their rhythmic song.
But I knew, when they left in spring,
They’d not be gone for long.

Monday, January 13, 2014

The Itch


I have this itch I cannot scratch,
However hard I’ve tried.
It seems that, though I reach for it,
Relief is still denied.
 
I’ve twisted and I’ve turned about,
And still it’s out of reach.
If I can’t scratch that itch real soon
I’ll break right down and screech!!!
 
So, if you can, please lend a hand
And scratch that itch for me.
If you could reach that spot right there…
How grateful I would be.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Between Safe and The Dream


There is no dream too big for her,
Though she still clings in fear
To that which she has known as safe
For many a long year.
 
Yet still, she’s starting to reach out
To all she longs to see
And someday she’ll let go and leap,
Reaching for what may be!

Last Ones Standing


Last ones standing at the end of the world
Around their feet the darkness lies curled
The mists of eternity, grey and whorled,
Slowly devour the last of the world

Lost Dreams


She had such dreams when she was young,
The things she planned to do,
But now those dreams are fading fast.
Her life is nearly through.
 
There, cast aside, forgotten, lost,
She weeps for what was not.
There’s nothing she can cling to now,
But dreams that she forgot.