Poetry
A Perfect Spring Day Lost
The sweet tang of spring is in the air,
the birds sing their songs like silver chimes beyond my window,
I am intoxicated with it's beauty beyond compare,
my heart is enlivened by spring's vivid glow.
The Queen of Flowers
The hyacinth bares the sweetest airs,
the heliotrope are divinely scented and beautiful yet are deadly,
the daisy dainty and free of cares,
bright narcissus fill many a meadow and lea,
the tulip is beauty and sweetness in one merged,
the bluebell is pretty and quaint,
the iris is so pleasing to the eye collecting them is urged,
the marigold is the flower of the virgin saint,
freesia is blythe and care free,
violets and lilacs are for some inviting to the nose,
but their glory is lost on me,
all flower pale and wither to the godess of flowers, the queen of flowers, the rose.
Cyrano de Bergerac's Seranade
Eye like a day so sunny,
voice as soft as a lover's caress,
lips as sweet as honey,
hand as eloquent as the child of a goddess,
why do you tremble at my touch?
I don't want to hurt you you're safe,
I don't ask of you much,
I am no nave.
Eyes as bright as the sun you are the one,
love pure as snow,
fear not love I am no Don Juan,
A heart alone is a sad lonely heart,
don't let our aching hearts ever die with lovesick hurt apart.
Without Him All Is Pain.
He is gone I am lost and alone I wonder if he is?
my heart is dying with bitter anguish to know not how he is.
Knowing we must be in this world together but appart is more than I can bare,
feeling he doesn't love me he doesn't care,
I fear the love that burned so bright in his sacred heart has died,
with him gone all I've done is cried,
I wish, I pray, I hope I can see him again,
without him all is pain.
The Last Time In Her Life
She lay smiling weakly with her cold blue tinged lips on her last Earthly bed looking up at her last love in life,
she reaches up to him for one last carress of her lover's face,
he stood smiling bravely at his dying young wife,
a tear ran down her leaden face never to run again remembering better days,
she looks one last time about the room she lies,
then up to the trees beyond the last room of life's oppressive walls,
she talks her last words with laboured breath and dies,
sadly moments before she left the Grandfather clock grimly tolls,
her last words went all unheard,
she spoke never more it was the last time in her life she went unheard.
