Feelings of Fall

The first feelings of Fall

Fall on me

Filling me with familiar,

Fond memories.

I find myself falling

Far, far away:

Far from every fearful,

Frantic reality.

And finally I am found

In a freeing fantasy

Surrounded by Fall’s falling

Fragmented leaves.

Join Me, Please

I’m writing. Won’t you

Join me, please?

I find it’s kind of lonely

When I’m dotting i’s and crossing t’s.

We could do it together-

It would be lots of fun.

We could write, while it’s raining,

About the summer sun.

And when it gets too cold outside

We will sit by the fire and read.

Read the words of ancient writers

As they beckon you and me.

I’m writing. Won’t you

Join me, please?

The world is far too empty

When it’s filled with only words by me.

Let us fill it together –

Full of fond memories.

We could write, when it’s summer,

About the Winter’s peace.

And when it gets too full down here

We will look to the stars and dream.

Dream about our future children

As they beckon you and me

A Small Remembrance

How fragile is the life we spend
How small our numbered days
One can hardly understand
How futile is the pursuit of worldly things

With somber grievance we make our dues
To you who lost
What we cannot imagine to lose.
You were cut short of what you thought you had
You lost all, you gave all,
For a bitter end

Your memory now is all that lives
It shall not fade 'till this world ends
Though anger took you on that day
Love will make you forever stay

If

If
Only I
Could touch the
Sky

Maybe
Then I
Would learn to
Fly

But
If I
Give my every
Best

Perhaps
My God
Will provide the
Rest

Likeable Dreams

Sometimes I just like to dream
Of ways to make you smile
For every smile encourages me
To hope a little while

Sometimes I just like to dream
About the way you think.
What do you find interesting?
What do you find neat?

Sometimes I just like to dream
That I am on your mind
But I know this must be far from truth
A hope for different times

Sometimes I just like to dream
Of starry, nighttime skies
And as one falls in a soft blue glow
I see it in your eyes

Sometimes I just like to dream
That you dream the same as I-
That you hope in what I hope for
And give my heart a try

Eyes Closed

The warmth of sunshine splashes on my face
The wind pushes me with its ever growing pace
The leaves skid across like chariots to the race
The cold grips my skin as if I’m being chased

Even without color, the world, still vivid, lies
Ready to inspire - when you open your heart's eyes

Waiting

It was a sunny, hopeful day-
The summer clouds brought pools of shade,
And I sat waiting in my place
With hope and love which could never fade

It was a sunny, blustery day-
The Autumn sky brought winds of change,
And I sat waiting in my place
Determined that patience would bring me grace

It was a cloudy, bitter day-
The winter winds brought icy pain,
And I sat waiting in my place
While bitter cold bit my empty face

It was a cloudy, rainy day-
The springtime rain washed all away,
And I sat waiting in my place
But from my heart all was erased

I waited till I knew not why
I lost what I never intended to find
Like a statue I stood 'till the end of time
While you moved on and lived your life

Purpose

What meaning has this dream of mine?

What reason in its realm?

That it should give me but one key

To open my heart’s well.

But there before me stands in silence

A thousand doors locked tight-

I wake up and realize to my horror

Another day has passed me by

A Woman's Heart

Listen close my dear friend-

Listen to my words.

The heart of a woman is beautiful,

But freer than a bird

You cannot cage It, lest It die,

Nor teach It in your ways;

But give It wings that It may fly,

And soar for all Its days

For when you love her for who she is

And give her, her due praise;

Then she will love you in return-

In the most beautiful of ways

For when a bird in safety flies

It sings a song of love.

Which is echoed back into your lives

From Him who is above

So listen now all you who feel

That love has lost its stay-

Give freedom to your dove’s dear heart

That He may show the way

Happening Again

It’s happening again,

But this time my feelings

Feel so worn thin,

And I wish I knew what

Was expected of me

So that I wouldn’t let you down-

Or miss opportunity

Now I have eyes to see.

Unfortunately I found

It’s too late for me.

Perhaps it is better

To just let it be,

But I never knew

What you thought of me

One Less

If you looked into the sky tonight
Wondering why your world is in plight.
Wondering if your thoughts are heard
Hoping for those hopeful words

Then know that I listened
Know that I cared.
Though I cannot see you
My heart was right there

Because I did the same,
I pondered on life.
I wished for a day
When there would be light

And I thought of you dearly
With as much hope as I had-
Because every night passing
Is one less to be sad

The Tear

With impregnable fortitude of heart he stood. His mind and soul had weathered all the schemes that this earth could thrust upon him, and even those which hell itself had seemed to spout out. But at the sight of one tear falling down her weathered, rosy cheek, his world fragmented into a thousand pieces for which no hope of recollection could be found — save but by the thought that if he could bring her a lifetime of happiness, he might reverse and make penance for the crime of this one tear.

I Sent You a Message

I sent you a message
On a shooting star
Because I know not
Where you are

But thought that this
Falling star might know
Because like you
It has a radiant glow. 

I sent you a message
On the waves of the sea
Because like water
You're life to me

I pushed them back
Into the great, big blue
Hoping they would wash 
Ashore to you.

I sent you a message
On a wisp of wind
Because I cannot touch
Your skin

I gave it a kiss
To place on your cheek
And a warm embrace
To give you heat.

I sent you a message
In a flower red
Because of your beauty-
What can be said?

How can beauty
Ever find this soul
Until it has seen one
Such as yours?

The Night Pianist: A Short Story - Part 1

                Her beleaguered eyes found no solace in closing. Instead, the empty apparitions of the night haunted her lonely and pensive soul. Silence pursued her with fiery vengeance for every word she had spoken, or left unspoken. Stillness clawed her heart for every idle moment and every misplaced step she had unfortunately wrought. Darkness burned her mind for every deep and shallow thought she had dared to think. Thus the night had chained her, petrified, upon the bed of her remorse.

                But then a sound, barely distinguishable from the silence surrounding her, played in a long, beautiful note. It was softly, but purposefully, joined by others until a graceful and placid harmony was formed. As each note peacefully echoed into her ear, the bonds of the sepulchral night were shattered from her mind

                Her feet lightly touched the cold wooden floor as she soundlessly glided down the hallway towards the author of her freedom. She arrived at the open doorway of the study and stood breathlessly as her eyes beheld the display. A lone figure sat at the piano, gently pressing its ivory keys. His face was illuminated by the glow from the full moon, which shone through a large window. The entire room was basked in luminescence and shadow.

                She stood and watched, not daring to interrupt such an ethereal scene, fearing that even the slightest disturbance would break its link to her reality. Every second passed as an eternity – holding all the history, beauty, and depth that a soul could contain. The bookcases which lined the wall seemed to grow taller as they reached into shadows untouched by the moon’s illumination. They stood as sober and salient guards of the knowledge and wisdom contained within their chests. Against the wall opposite her stood an erect and lonely clock, its face scantly lit by the reflection of the moon atop the polished piano. The pianist seemed to play with the tick of the second hand, as if time were the very meter of his heart and mind.

And then – Silence.

The Plan

Come my dear son

I will show you now

The ways I have made

Your heart to abound

Let us work together

On My glorious plan

I will show you how

My hand on your hand

Worry yourself not

That you are misled

For I made the path

By which your heart is led

Haiku

Rain, snow, sleet, and ice

Wintery mixes of God’s device

Come falling on me

Untitled

I perceive

But do not hope

I dream

But do not know

I listen

But make no sound

I watch

But am not found

Cloudy Grey

Cloudy grey, Cloudy grey

Silence settles like the grave.

Buildings grow taller

As sky closes in.

The lantern and lamppost

Become my new friends

Time to Time

I think of you

From time to time
And wonder if your passing gaze
Looks beautifully into heavens maze
Upon the eternal stars that shine
And finds them beautiful
As do I

I think of you
From time to time
Are you laughing with your smile divine?
Are you living life with love so sweet?
Are you sleeping with dreams
So interesting and neat?

I think of you
From time to time
And wonder when our meet divine
Will Cause our worlds
To wonderfully collide
And we will see
Each other’s eyes

I think of you
From time to time
And wonder if your heart, like mine,
Knows something is missing
Deep inside
And thinks of me
From time to time

Can I?

My heart cries out

Can I be found

In this nebulous haze

Of broken stars

And endless days?

Can I be seen

By perfect eyes

Since my heart

In darkness lies?

Can I be heard

Beyond the noise

Of meaningless words

From an empty voice?

Can I be known

For who I am

Without the worry

Of who I’ve been?

I hear a reply

You are found

I searched through it all

I took your hand

And brought you home

You are seen

You cannot now hide

For even in the dark

The stars will shine

You are heard

I know your voice

The world cannot drown you

In petty white noise

You are known

I made you by hand

I’ll trade your past

For the future I have

Sun

The Sun breaks forth in glorious rays

Abolishing the darkness of cloud’s grey haze.

Its golden beams light up my face,

Reminding my heart of God’s good grace

Launch

I launched towards a star,

Bold and bright.

Shooting like a rocket

With all my might;

But burned with impact

Full of flame and light

The Assailants of Love

Oh gleaming city so pearly white

Your walls reflect the morning light

The gulls cry over your eastern shores

As all men walk through your open doors

You refuse none who would enter in

Bringing rest and respite to weary kin

That none under your banner should fall

Into a world which takes away all

Lanterns fill your starlit sky

Bringing peace to all nearby

Whilst laughter fills your evening air

Lifting men’s heavy burdens and cares

Upon your ramparts I stood, and watched

The joy and innocence of your thoughts

But as the years passed, by and by,

A darkness filled the western sky

Your assailants, they came pouring in

And crushed your fields under feet so grim

With evil intent and calculated plots-

To crush your walls they everyday sought

You closed your gates to bar the waves

Of hatred and malice and evil ways

And with your gleaming walls so white

You resisted all their open plights

But secretly, they tunneled through

And spread lies about the truth of you

A tangle of webs they maliciously made

To wrap your heart into a cage

Lust and envy so desperately sought

To fill your mind with needless want

Fear tortured you and made you doubt

That from your prison you would get out

They whispered lies so cunning and cruel

But by the Sun your light held through

Till Insecurity tried to cloud your thoughts

And in your mind defeat was wrought

Then hatred – it did bring the rain

To rust the locks which held your gates

And in despair you called yourself “fool”

For there was nothing you could do

The battle seemed lost – your gates worn thin

I cried as your assailants closed in

And as the deepest darkness came

Silence seemed to open like a grave

But then a glimmer did catch my eyes

For in the east the sun did rise

And glisten off a man in white

Who called out against the assailant’s fight

He charged at them with banners raised

While light poured in upon His face

He crushed your assailants underfoot

And from your heart He tore their roots

Open wide He flung your gates

So all may enter by His grace

Into your city – Now bright as day

Welcome now for all to stay

Success

Success is often measured

With the wealth at hand

For little else is treasured

Within the souls of men

And with our gains so pleasured

More power we do seek

For success is often measured

By our power o’er the meek

Some do turn to intellect

And words for cunning speech

For success is sometimes measured

By how eloquently we speak

And with our thoughts so handy

We busy our lives with work

For the gaining of success

Is found in restless burden

With all our worldly ways

We measure up a man

And never once consider

How God created him

For success is measured empty

With a fallen worldly view

But is found in highest standard

When filled with Godly truth

So Let us now consider

How our success should grow

For a man’s success is greatest

When he loves with all his heart can show

Committed

I have committed

There’s no going back

The bearing is set

The wind to my back

The sails have unfurled

In their glorious ways

And the setting sun

Is where I’ve set my gaze

The Message

I sat alone on a grassy knoll
Pondering perplexing prose of old
While breathing in the summers air
And giving up to God my cares

When suddenly a thought grew clear
That I wished not to sit alone here,
And thus was born into my lonely mind
The thought of love so radiantly divine

I wished to see her, I wished to know-
To listen to her life's story unfold
And gaze into her eyes so clear
To feel her heart beating warmly near

But where she was and her name so lovely
Were hidden with no known forthcoming
But her thought had gripped my heart, becoming
A part of me from which there was no running

And when I thought I could no longer wait
For her presence and this love to create
I saw in the distant horizon’s glare
A cloud approaching in the light-blue air

It travelled alone, like my current plight,
Yet soared so free in the sun's golden light
And in that moment I knew without doubt
That like me - in her future it would be found

So as it passed me by so high above
I gave it a message for my distant love,
That hope presses us towards a brand new dawn
And that forevermore in my heart she belongs

The Storm

Oh beauty held in precipitous ways

The clarity of earth is lost in your haze

Your lightning bold, your thunder loud

You are the cause of my astound

The pattern of chaos makes my soul delight

With every drip from heavens flight

And in the cloudiness of your haze

All is shadow and all is day

Plane Flight

Beauty held
By my beleaguered eyes
Blood red and bold
The sun does rise

Excitement swirls
About the white world below
As faces press
To windows close

The Dreamer

The Dreamer hopes

Without cause

He knows

Without pause

He holds

So tightly on

And pulls

For others to come

New

I took some time

To search inside

What little soul

Was left of mine.

I wandered deep

I wandered far

To gather that

Which was left unscarred

So rocky, barren,

Bleak, abused-

The boundaries of the

Black were few,

But up upon

A distant hill

A salient tree

Stood cold and still

I touched its woody,

Blackened side

Looked up and found

To my surprise-

A single leaf

So green and new

Its color brilliant

Against the grayish hue

And with the light

From heaven above

This leaf did spawn

New growth of love,

And from the depths

Of my soul did grow

This life so bold

So beautiful