Sorrow in the Night

A touch of sorrow in the night
The wash of bitter tears
Yet with the darkness will come dawn
As it has done for years

Leap Up, Leap Up

Leap up, Leap up for dawn is near
The night’s gone on too long
Leap up and sing with gleeful heart
Oh sing a joyous song

Dwell not in darkness, it will pass
Dwell not in fear and pain
Dwell not in sorrow for too long
For joy will come again

Weep for the moment, then let go
For sorrow will not last
Look to the future, there is hope
Don’t linger in the past

The heartbreaks of today will flee
Before tomorrow’s dawn
And you will find great strength in joy
To help you carry on

Leap up, Leap up for dawn is near
The night’s gone on too long
Leap up and sing with gleeful heart
Oh sing a joyous song

A Day of Rain and Sorrow

She wept, she wept all through the day,
She wept into the night;
And neither sun nor misty moon
Dared penetrate her sight.

She wept until the water flowed
In rivulets and rills;
She wept as if she could not stop.
But now her weeping stills.

There, silently, in one small flash,
A star peeks through the tears
It glimmers briefly in the clouds
And then it disappears.

The First Warmth of Spring

Oh, deep, the silence of the night,
And clear the distant stars.
The silhouettes of evergreens,
The soft red pulse of Mars,
The warming breeze of early Spring,
The wild moon’s craggy scars.
And I am trapped in hopeless dreams
Beneath the distant stars.

Still, the hush of drowsy trees
And still, the un-mown hay;
The little whispers of the night,
That hide in garish day,
Spill forth like secrets kept too long
And giggle as they play.
Alone I linger in the dark,
My thoughts in disarray.

Yet, soft’s the breeze that stirs the trees,
The curtains on the sill,
And stirs the heart inside of me,
Though darkness holds me still.
I smell the spring, just out of sight,
The bobbing daffodil
The crocuses and tulip blooms
Across the mossy hill

And though I linger in the night
I sense the coming dawn
So I will stand up in the dark
And simply carry on.

Moments from a Quiet Weekend

The Mist and The Mountain

The mist and the mountain
Bound by the cold
Never too far apart

The mist and the mountain
Closely entwined
Each is the other’s heart

The mist and the mountain
Crisp in the light
The winter’s frozen art

The mist and the mountain
One and the same
Joined from the very start

A Lost Love

I saw your face as I walked in
It took my breath away.
I lost you years ago and yet
You stood right there today.

I felt the breath catch in my throat,
I called you by your name;
You never even looked around.
I turned away in shame.

I know that you have left me here,
And gone where I can’t go,
But he looked so much like you there.
And I still miss you so.