In the deepest dark of the night,
The endless and unknown,
'Tis then the moon shines most bright
And makes the night her own.
Amid the countless stars above
Her soft light draws you near,
She sweetly whispers words of love
To ease your earnest fear.
Yet, the nature of the moon
Is to wax and wane.
If she seems gone all too soon
Let strong your faith remain,
For she is always with you,
Constant is her plight.
She'll soon return, born anew,
To light your darkest night.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
enticing
you caught me
unaware,
unprepared
for such a fast flow
as this swift
and sudden flood
of emotion,
overwhelming
and exciting,
easily enticing me,
tempting me to
feel again
what was
so long ago
forgotten.
love.
unaware,
unprepared
for such a fast flow
as this swift
and sudden flood
of emotion,
overwhelming
and exciting,
easily enticing me,
tempting me to
feel again
what was
so long ago
forgotten.
love.
echoes of nothing
in your absence
a moment of silence
stretches into eternity,
the echoes of nothing
become deafening
in the emptiness
of my bed,
and I reach
for the phone
to replay voice mails,
to hear your voice,
the softly spoken words,
and smile at the sound
of your easy laugh,
trying in vain to
end the aching,
the longing,
the undeniable hunger,
for your return.
a moment of silence
stretches into eternity,
the echoes of nothing
become deafening
in the emptiness
of my bed,
and I reach
for the phone
to replay voice mails,
to hear your voice,
the softly spoken words,
and smile at the sound
of your easy laugh,
trying in vain to
end the aching,
the longing,
the undeniable hunger,
for your return.
To Be Home
Here or there,
It matters not.
Anywhere with you
Would be home,
Safe and secure,
Warm and welcoming.
Your smile,
In the first light of morning,
Your touch,
In the darkness of night,
Your kiss,
Anytime.
They fill my every need.
So, I am asking.
Please, lead me there,
For I will surely follow,
Willingly,
Happily,
To be home with you.
It matters not.
Anywhere with you
Would be home,
Safe and secure,
Warm and welcoming.
Your smile,
In the first light of morning,
Your touch,
In the darkness of night,
Your kiss,
Anytime.
They fill my every need.
So, I am asking.
Please, lead me there,
For I will surely follow,
Willingly,
Happily,
To be home with you.
endless
the time until you
and I share
our secrets,
our selves,
the same space,
the same bed
seems endless, yet,
just as surely
as the sun will rise
tomorrow
brings me one day
closer still
to you,
to us, and
the gifts I will
offer only to you,
my heart,
my soul,
my self,
in your bed
will be endless.
and I share
our secrets,
our selves,
the same space,
the same bed
seems endless, yet,
just as surely
as the sun will rise
tomorrow
brings me one day
closer still
to you,
to us, and
the gifts I will
offer only to you,
my heart,
my soul,
my self,
in your bed
will be endless.
providence
determined to defy
the limitations
of time and space
and geography,
I make my plans
and reservations,
though not of the heart,
which knows more
than the mind can fathom.
my spirit is strong,
and my soul assured
of the depth, the strength,
of emotion and desire
and love, and
I will rely on faith
and providence
from the source divine
to serve as my guardian
and navigator on this
journey of such great promise.
I will follow my bliss,
for surely, by now, my heart
knows its way home.
the limitations
of time and space
and geography,
I make my plans
and reservations,
though not of the heart,
which knows more
than the mind can fathom.
my spirit is strong,
and my soul assured
of the depth, the strength,
of emotion and desire
and love, and
I will rely on faith
and providence
from the source divine
to serve as my guardian
and navigator on this
journey of such great promise.
I will follow my bliss,
for surely, by now, my heart
knows its way home.
Let Me
let me
share secrets
whispered in the dark,
through the soft touch
of fingertips on
bare skin, slightly
tentative in their travels.
let me
share truths
sighed in the quiet,
escaping lips
that tremble as
moist tongues, tenderly
make memories of the moment.
let me
share dreams
realized in the night,
brought to life
by love when
your form, gracefully
becomes one with mine.
share secrets
whispered in the dark,
through the soft touch
of fingertips on
bare skin, slightly
tentative in their travels.
let me
share truths
sighed in the quiet,
escaping lips
that tremble as
moist tongues, tenderly
make memories of the moment.
let me
share dreams
realized in the night,
brought to life
by love when
your form, gracefully
becomes one with mine.
the email
I have nothing in particular to say, really.... I just
wanted to say SOMETHING. To have you read it. Hope
that's not too silly. Just a sweet, sweet nothing.
When I write to you, or speak to you, I don't just
connect with you in a powerful way (even when you are
just a temporary absence at the end of the internet),
I love myself better, I love the world more. And what
could be better than that?
Even sat down here, writing to the virtual/aural
reality that is you, I feel a kind of inner
bliss.
OK, I'm going to say it.... I shouldn't, but I have
to...
I love you.
Heck... why did typing that immediately make me cry?
wanted to say SOMETHING. To have you read it. Hope
that's not too silly. Just a sweet, sweet nothing.
When I write to you, or speak to you, I don't just
connect with you in a powerful way (even when you are
just a temporary absence at the end of the internet),
I love myself better, I love the world more. And what
could be better than that?
Even sat down here, writing to the virtual/aural
reality that is you, I feel a kind of inner
bliss.
OK, I'm going to say it.... I shouldn't, but I have
to...
I love you.
Heck... why did typing that immediately make me cry?
From him
Elegant woman...
I can feel the static
And I hear the clicks
As your fingers stroke the keyboard
All those thousand miles away
In the still, dark zone of my Earth.
And you find my hotspot...
You know the keys that make me stir.
You tap 'Tom'...
I smile
You tap ''I'...
I go 'Yes?'
You tap 'Love'...
And I wait for 'Pasta', or 'Mozart' or 'Long walks on
the beach'.
But your message is loud and clear.
Down the wire
Comes the electric word,
And the pixels in the screen
Are rearranged
And they shuffle and they jostle
Like a crowd that holds
Those coloured boards aloft
To make a picture of a president
Or spell a word in the air.
And it's 'I love YOU'...
That's what it says:
Yes... 'I love you'.
And, damn and fuck, I love you too.
I can feel the static
And I hear the clicks
As your fingers stroke the keyboard
All those thousand miles away
In the still, dark zone of my Earth.
And you find my hotspot...
You know the keys that make me stir.
You tap 'Tom'...
I smile
You tap ''I'...
I go 'Yes?'
You tap 'Love'...
And I wait for 'Pasta', or 'Mozart' or 'Long walks on
the beach'.
But your message is loud and clear.
Down the wire
Comes the electric word,
And the pixels in the screen
Are rearranged
And they shuffle and they jostle
Like a crowd that holds
Those coloured boards aloft
To make a picture of a president
Or spell a word in the air.
And it's 'I love YOU'...
That's what it says:
Yes... 'I love you'.
And, damn and fuck, I love you too.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Valentine's Day
Valentine's Day
I wonder at the inner workings of your mind,
Your true intentions at the start,
Remain unknown to me, even now.
For Valentine's Day, you cut out my heart
And placed it on your empty plate.
By candlelight, you carefully carved it
Into a thousand little pieces,
But upon tasting the tenderness,
Decided it was not to your liking.
While I, left with only this hollow place
Where my heart once was, so full of life
And love, could only watch helplessly,
As you scraped your plate clean of me.
The remains falling away, one by one,
Coldly discarded, like just so much trash.
Waiting for some words of comfort from you,
Wanting to know what was to become
Of our long anticipated love,
I sat silently, as the candles continued
To burn, their soft light casting long shadows
Over the once romantic scene.
You never returned to the table,
Choosing instead to leave, taking
The truth with you, and leaving me alone
To wonder, and watch while hot wax dripped
Onto the table, as the flame slowly died,
And the room descended into darkness.
Silence is a painful and wicked weapon,
And one you know how to use well,
A highly specialized form of torture,
Reserved for the especially cruel.
MWA
041507
I wonder at the inner workings of your mind,
Your true intentions at the start,
Remain unknown to me, even now.
For Valentine's Day, you cut out my heart
And placed it on your empty plate.
By candlelight, you carefully carved it
Into a thousand little pieces,
But upon tasting the tenderness,
Decided it was not to your liking.
While I, left with only this hollow place
Where my heart once was, so full of life
And love, could only watch helplessly,
As you scraped your plate clean of me.
The remains falling away, one by one,
Coldly discarded, like just so much trash.
Waiting for some words of comfort from you,
Wanting to know what was to become
Of our long anticipated love,
I sat silently, as the candles continued
To burn, their soft light casting long shadows
Over the once romantic scene.
You never returned to the table,
Choosing instead to leave, taking
The truth with you, and leaving me alone
To wonder, and watch while hot wax dripped
Onto the table, as the flame slowly died,
And the room descended into darkness.
Silence is a painful and wicked weapon,
And one you know how to use well,
A highly specialized form of torture,
Reserved for the especially cruel.
MWA
041507
Shroud of Gray
A Shroud of Gray
A shroud in every shade of gray
Wraps my world in shadows.
The bitter cold wind blows,
And cuts straight to the bone
Exposing to the elements
All that lies within.
The bruised heart bleeds too freely,
The uncertain soul seeks answers,
Until, in the end
All peace of mind is lost,
As the fury of the storm
Rages all around.
Seeking shelter, I choose solitude.
Self imposed confinement,
Until these dim days pass
And the dark clouds break
Something other than my spirit,
Which is now so profoundly wounded.
Search not for me, my friend,
For I long to be left alone,
To seek my solace in silence
And with painstaking effort
Attempt to piece back together
What is left of what once was.
MWA
071507
A shroud in every shade of gray
Wraps my world in shadows.
The bitter cold wind blows,
And cuts straight to the bone
Exposing to the elements
All that lies within.
The bruised heart bleeds too freely,
The uncertain soul seeks answers,
Until, in the end
All peace of mind is lost,
As the fury of the storm
Rages all around.
Seeking shelter, I choose solitude.
Self imposed confinement,
Until these dim days pass
And the dark clouds break
Something other than my spirit,
Which is now so profoundly wounded.
Search not for me, my friend,
For I long to be left alone,
To seek my solace in silence
And with painstaking effort
Attempt to piece back together
What is left of what once was.
MWA
071507
At the Edge of the Sea
At the Edge of the Sea
Standing still at the edge of the sea,
The smell of salt hangs heavy in the air,
And as the scent of it enters my mind,
I suddenly feel so alive.
So very alive.
The surf softly swirls all around me,
The water making its way back out to sea,
And as the sand shifts beneath my feet,
I suddenly feel so unsteady.
So very unsteady.
Yet, this is the way of life,
Always in motion,
Ever changing.
With each passing second,
Life is altered,
Never to be the same
As it was
Just a moment before.
I've learned to adjust my stance,
To suit the new conditions,
Shifting with the sand,
Working with the sea,
Instead of against it.
This is the one lesson
That we all must learn,
Again and again.
To be embrace the unknown,
To be at peace with the unpredictable,
To move with all that surrounds us.
There is great joy to be found
In the surprises unseen.
Let the swirling sea surround you.
Let the sand shift beneath your feet.
Feel the rhythm that is life.
Trust in the wisdom of the world.
It is as it was meant to be.
MWA
082807
Standing still at the edge of the sea,
The smell of salt hangs heavy in the air,
And as the scent of it enters my mind,
I suddenly feel so alive.
So very alive.
The surf softly swirls all around me,
The water making its way back out to sea,
And as the sand shifts beneath my feet,
I suddenly feel so unsteady.
So very unsteady.
Yet, this is the way of life,
Always in motion,
Ever changing.
With each passing second,
Life is altered,
Never to be the same
As it was
Just a moment before.
I've learned to adjust my stance,
To suit the new conditions,
Shifting with the sand,
Working with the sea,
Instead of against it.
This is the one lesson
That we all must learn,
Again and again.
To be embrace the unknown,
To be at peace with the unpredictable,
To move with all that surrounds us.
There is great joy to be found
In the surprises unseen.
Let the swirling sea surround you.
Let the sand shift beneath your feet.
Feel the rhythm that is life.
Trust in the wisdom of the world.
It is as it was meant to be.
MWA
082807
Requiem for Love
Requiem for Love
When darkness blinds from deep within
Sound becomes the primary sense
And the melody of memory
All the more meaningful
The disconcerting strains
Of our long forgotten song
Resurface without warning
Reminding me again
The nocturne is no more
Our resonance has been replaced
By a libretto of lament
A requiem for love
MWA
091907
When darkness blinds from deep within
Sound becomes the primary sense
And the melody of memory
All the more meaningful
The disconcerting strains
Of our long forgotten song
Resurface without warning
Reminding me again
The nocturne is no more
Our resonance has been replaced
By a libretto of lament
A requiem for love
MWA
091907
Eclipse
Eclipse
Softly, morning's first light
Shone on the distant horizon,
While below, the earth in flight
Was spinning towards tomorrow;
Fading into the night,
and the dark recesses of memory,
Yesterday, once so bright,
and all that came before,
Was eclipsed by the sight
Of the brilliant approaching star.
In an instant, its white
Hot fire illuminated all existence,
Leaving me blinded
By the beauty of it all.
Softly, morning's first light
Shone on the distant horizon,
While below, the earth in flight
Was spinning towards tomorrow;
Fading into the night,
and the dark recesses of memory,
Yesterday, once so bright,
and all that came before,
Was eclipsed by the sight
Of the brilliant approaching star.
In an instant, its white
Hot fire illuminated all existence,
Leaving me blinded
By the beauty of it all.
Ascending
Ascending
Put me to the test.
Do your worst,
Then your best.
I need not be first.
Make me dip into
Untapped reservoirs of strength,
Dig deep into
The dark recesses of my soul,
Prove that I am here
For the full length
Of the journey,
And that my role
Is ever changing.
I am not static
But ascending,
Acrobatic,
Never ending.
mwa
021308
Put me to the test.
Do your worst,
Then your best.
I need not be first.
Make me dip into
Untapped reservoirs of strength,
Dig deep into
The dark recesses of my soul,
Prove that I am here
For the full length
Of the journey,
And that my role
Is ever changing.
I am not static
But ascending,
Acrobatic,
Never ending.
mwa
021308
Oh
Oh
Oh, but were I a sorceress,
Possessor of some secret spell,
Capable of casting enchantment
On the object of my desire,
Creator of confusion
Completely in control,
Then would I be so bold
As to confess my love.
Oh, but I am a mere mortal,
Steward of the still tongue,
Unable to utter even a word
To he who does not know.
MWA
021408
Oh, but were I a sorceress,
Possessor of some secret spell,
Capable of casting enchantment
On the object of my desire,
Creator of confusion
Completely in control,
Then would I be so bold
As to confess my love.
Oh, but I am a mere mortal,
Steward of the still tongue,
Unable to utter even a word
To he who does not know.
MWA
021408
What I Have Left
What I Have Left
I surround myself
With a million means
Of silent speech
Paper and pen,
Paint and palette knife,
Lights, camera,
Action
All intended
To fill
The empty hours
To fill
The endless void
Left in my life
By the absence
Of reason.
In the process I
Pour what remains
Of the thin
Liquids of life
Blood, sweat,
And tears
Onto the page
Spread them
Across the canvas
Instill them
Into the image
And do what
I can
With what
I have left.
MWA
031908
I surround myself
With a million means
Of silent speech
Paper and pen,
Paint and palette knife,
Lights, camera,
Action
All intended
To fill
The empty hours
To fill
The endless void
Left in my life
By the absence
Of reason.
In the process I
Pour what remains
Of the thin
Liquids of life
Blood, sweat,
And tears
Onto the page
Spread them
Across the canvas
Instill them
Into the image
And do what
I can
With what
I have left.
MWA
031908
Do You
Do You
Do you ever wonder
What might have been
If you had done this
Instead of that
What might have been
If time or place
Had been something
Other than what it was
And where you would be
Now, if you had the chance
To make your choices
Better informed
Better prepared
Uninformed
Unprepared
I stumble blindly
Trying to feel my way
Forward…
MWA
041108
Do you ever wonder
What might have been
If you had done this
Instead of that
What might have been
If time or place
Had been something
Other than what it was
And where you would be
Now, if you had the chance
To make your choices
Better informed
Better prepared
Uninformed
Unprepared
I stumble blindly
Trying to feel my way
Forward…
MWA
041108
The Puzzle
To hell with it
I am just too tired
Of trying
To figure it out
Working from the outside
In, piecing together
The smooth edges
Matching pattern and color
Carefully constructing
What I convince myself
Will be a complete
And perfect picture
Only to find
The most important
Pieces of the puzzle
Were lost long ago
MWA
081208
I am just too tired
Of trying
To figure it out
Working from the outside
In, piecing together
The smooth edges
Matching pattern and color
Carefully constructing
What I convince myself
Will be a complete
And perfect picture
Only to find
The most important
Pieces of the puzzle
Were lost long ago
MWA
081208
Sfumato
Sfumato
To understand
Life's mysteries
Stand back and see
The overall effect
Of overlap
And underlay
Come too close
And clarity is lost
For there is no
Definition
No bold outline
Nothing clear
Or cut and dried
Only the soft
Suggestion
Of what is
Here and now
And yet to come
MWA
112108
To understand
Life's mysteries
Stand back and see
The overall effect
Of overlap
And underlay
Come too close
And clarity is lost
For there is no
Definition
No bold outline
Nothing clear
Or cut and dried
Only the soft
Suggestion
Of what is
Here and now
And yet to come
MWA
112108
In Sleep
In Sleep
In sleep, I slowly drift
Towards nowhere
I know,
Though I have been there
So many times before.
A place of silence,
Sweet serenity
I feel,
Though all around me
Others work their magic.
Awake, I am aware
Of providence,
I am
Whole again once more.
So much to live for.
MWA
121808
In sleep, I slowly drift
Towards nowhere
I know,
Though I have been there
So many times before.
A place of silence,
Sweet serenity
I feel,
Though all around me
Others work their magic.
Awake, I am aware
Of providence,
I am
Whole again once more.
So much to live for.
MWA
121808
Conventional Wisdom
Conventional Wisdom
I find myself
Asking, all too often…
Is there time
Left?
Is the time
Right?
To ask you…
Why you
Left?
When it was so
Right?
I want to ask…
But then again,
No.
Because what I don't
Know…
Won't hurt me?
Or so they say…
Right?
So again I am
Left…
Alone, with my question...
Thinking, that in this case,
Conventional wisdom just might be
Wrong.
MWA
122708
I find myself
Asking, all too often…
Is there time
Left?
Is the time
Right?
To ask you…
Why you
Left?
When it was so
Right?
I want to ask…
But then again,
No.
Because what I don't
Know…
Won't hurt me?
Or so they say…
Right?
So again I am
Left…
Alone, with my question...
Thinking, that in this case,
Conventional wisdom just might be
Wrong.
MWA
122708
Moments
Moments
There are moments,
Small and silent,
That fall
Between the cracks
And crush
Of time
And tasks
Undone
And I realize
The rush
Is self inflicted.
There are moments,
Soft and solemn,
I stand
Beneath the trees
To hush
My mind
To hear
The whisper
Of the wind
Amongst
The leaves.
There are moments,
Few and far between,
Of reverence
And respect
For my small place
In the scheme
Of things
And I am awed
By the beauty
That surrounds me.
Lately
I find
I need
More
Moments
Like these.
MWA
080509
There are moments,
Small and silent,
That fall
Between the cracks
And crush
Of time
And tasks
Undone
And I realize
The rush
Is self inflicted.
There are moments,
Soft and solemn,
I stand
Beneath the trees
To hush
My mind
To hear
The whisper
Of the wind
Amongst
The leaves.
There are moments,
Few and far between,
Of reverence
And respect
For my small place
In the scheme
Of things
And I am awed
By the beauty
That surrounds me.
Lately
I find
I need
More
Moments
Like these.
MWA
080509
The Fallen Petal
The Fallen Petal
So much time
Lost
In the myriad
Of mysteries
The jumbled
Puzzle pieces
Failing to form
A photograph
Of the past
And in the present
There are
Days spent
Trying to remember
How it all began
Nights spent
Trying to forget
How it all ended
These endless actions are
Nothing more
Than the delicate dissection
Of memories misplaced
Empty hours
Reminiscent of
The vase
Once filled with
Purple iris
And pink roses
Still
The fallen petal
Waits
Remembering
The moment
Of beauty
Of grace
Of promise
Unfulfilled
The fragrance
Now so faded
Lingers yet
In the mind
Lost
In the myriad
Of mysteries.
~MWA
122609
So much time
Lost
In the myriad
Of mysteries
The jumbled
Puzzle pieces
Failing to form
A photograph
Of the past
And in the present
There are
Days spent
Trying to remember
How it all began
Nights spent
Trying to forget
How it all ended
These endless actions are
Nothing more
Than the delicate dissection
Of memories misplaced
Empty hours
Reminiscent of
The vase
Once filled with
Purple iris
And pink roses
Still
The fallen petal
Waits
Remembering
The moment
Of beauty
Of grace
Of promise
Unfulfilled
The fragrance
Now so faded
Lingers yet
In the mind
Lost
In the myriad
Of mysteries.
~MWA
122609
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