How Do I Know?

A person did wonder, answers oft sought,

“Is it love I feel, or has lust cast its spell?

How do I know my feelings be true?

No guide of life nor sage does foretell.”

From deep in spirit should arise plaintiff cry.

“Love is not gold, nor diamonds to own,

Cease all your drivel, abide now my words.

For love is a gift, greatest ever known.”

“Whilst beauty of flesh beguiles those too willing,

It is never to preserve hearts so eager.

For time, its keeper, tariff of years must we pay,

Perhaps love’s purse is tragically meager?”

“Harken, my child that you may know,

Voice of ages imparts truth; oppose lie.

To see honest beauty your heart so desires,

Look to the blossom with a blind man’s eye.”

“Be not swayed by false promises,

Nor surrender to sweet words,

But borrow from the deaf, listen with your spirit,

To the sonata of flowers and songs of Hummingbirds.”

“For love is not tangible, negotiable nor bought,

Not fleeting nor ever meant to free.

Love is a commitment, not easily sustained,

Bonding like spirits by their heart’s decree.”

“Forsake false desires,

Fleeting beauty does portray,

Seek the truth within,

That your love will never betray.”

WWWWW & H

Where can I go?

What can I do?

Where is my haven I cried?

Who stands by me?

Will my spirit be free?

Why ever once denied?

How long the pain?

When will stop heartache’s reign?

My yearning to never defeat?

Where tomorrow may end?

Will torment amend?

What loves long-lasting will I meet?

But knowledge the tool,

Seldom used by the fool,

Will ever protect the wise.

With love’s power replete,

The challenge to meet,

Our future together will rise.

Emergence

At winter’s end, comes awakening call,

Arise, arise, friends and all.

Tis time to stir, to shake out mist,

Your faces blurred from season’s kiss.

Reach out your arms, to grasp the light,

Your bodies to strengthen, renew their might.

Let hands present, your fingers splay,

Stand tall, in splendor to salute the day.

Your arrival conceived, rebirth in mind,

First of season, your status defined.

With grace and poise, aligned at will

Emerge to us, treasured Daffodil.

No Tears for Tomorrow

Alone I trudge unbeaten path,

Head bowed low, fraught with sorrow.

As I wander, lost in time,

I’ll cry my tears tomorrow.

Each new day, I face the sun,

Longing for an answer.

Was I right, was I wrong,

Eating me like a cancer,

Imperfect thoughts on troubled sea,

Reasons beyond my reach.

Cavernous desire, the need to learn,

That which life had failed to teach.

Sad memories alone do linger,

Gratification but mere dust.

But I will go on, to do my best,

To learn of love and trust.

At days end, I will face my fears,

Erase my sorrows,

I’ll stand tall, shouting out to all,

I’ll cry no tears for my tomorrows.

Cost of a Tear

Today a tear came to my eye,

Just one little tear, my want to cry.

It glittered like crystal as it grew in form,

A raindrop of emotion in a lifetime of storm.

What cost a tear,

Was price too dear?

Today a tear came to my eye,

A single reminder of things gone by.

Abundance of love, I once knew,

Shared of myself with only so few.

What cost a tear,

If liberate the self from what I did fear?

Today a tear came to my eye,

A memory I’ll keep until I die.

It spoke of a future built on the past,

A monument of tolerance – designed to last.

With bricks of forgiveness, and mortar of love,

It will soar to the heavens highest above.

All for the cost of a tear.  

Song of the Sunset Hawk

Soothing spring breeze,

Sweet kiss of magnolia adrift,

Muted colors of night descend,

Day yields to dreams of tomorrow.

Storm abates, cleansing, a mind dispels,

All thought of emptiness filled,

Yesterday now gone,

Repossessing its sorrow.

Midst forest sentinels, a way,

Rose pedals ‘neath unshod foot,

Gilt path traverses still water,

Moon bids Sun adieu.

Against lunar pale, silhouette soars,

Nature’s melody, lilt in the night

Vision of bright future, seen through Hawk eye

For love ever true, is what I seek for you.

Hush Sweet Smile

On a day without sun,

Night’s pall moon did forsake.

No forest sprite nor soul to see,

Alone, forlorn courage doth quake.

Assailed by visions, old pain oft lingers,

Tears of shame, burden without merit.

Journey’s toll, an ember rebelling,

Cautious pace, renewing the spirit.

With vibrant heart, to brave steep path,

Arise a Phoenix, in beauty abound.

The battle yours, your foes but shades,

Remove foul mask, let a smile resound.

Curse not the world that was before,

Don hushed sweet smile, as you pass out hell’s door.