Poems

Slender ship so blue on waters calming Silken sail – so white in whitened moon Sail silently into the darkened night. While slumber comes so deep So softly creeping Greet for me the star- bejewelled sky. Arms hold me gently firm – I hear a song Those blessings come with gossamer’™s gentle touch The voice sings on wondrous melodies While I into gentle sleep do sink To dream a dream – A goldfish in the purest mountain stream

You’™re silent – you never speak of things mysterious and deep Nor yet do I – but here they bide and seek a cranny wherein to hide. There their song reverberates within the blood – within the mind nor can we ever truly find a way to say what can’™t be said but only read through glistening eye like through a crystal’™s glass a tale of love that’™s far that’™s nigh. So hiding,’  they arcanely lie ‘˜Till times are done – ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Until we die.

Rose petal lids serenely closed on smiling eyes Pale cheeks peacefully grace her quiet lips Like a babe she sleeps and surely dreams of Paradise And I, a Prince desiring nothing more ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  than to kiss that face of innocence

The time has come to stop to weep To wake up from this heavy sleep From this nightmare that was no dream But reality’s truth and bloodied scream The time has come to start again And leave behind this awful pain Look to the light that’s in the East To hope that he who turned to peace Has opened a gate that’ll never close Upon a road lined by the rose A road to joy not bloody scream A road as befits a child’s dream So wake and take my hand and walk See the future – come let’s talk He gave his life so a child may live ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  There was no greater gift to give

The poetry of silence – words unspoken breaths of morning in oakened mountains whispering Fresh drops falling from silent leaves The poetry of silence of morning mist caressing oakened valleys in a sun-kissed dawn. And I, in canopied depths alone in’  darkened silence in fresh intoxicating beauty surrounded by this magic of overpowering majesty this dewy dampness its breathing in and breathing out this breath of life ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  this silent poetry.

Perhaps the dearest things are those ‘ ‘ we never can fulfil, The dreams that in their wrappings lie ‘ ‘ unopened – ever still Surely the nicest gift ‘ ‘ lies still unopened in its box? A jewel is it?’  A flower? ‘ ‘ perhaps a doll with golden locks? Perhaps the hopes we dare to hope ‘ ‘ that in our memories lie Are all the purer for that ‘ ‘ we never could them try Our minds are numbed sometimes ‘ ‘ that the dearest cannot be But remain as stars in a dark deep sky ‘ ‘ or jewel’s glint in the sea.

Paddy cat sleeps in curled peace his repose deep in silent calm If I could but know the dream he dreams . . . Is he soft-padding over dewy grass his nose leading toward an unsuspecting mouse trusting the dark, still night While Paddy’™s soft paws fall soundless on the bending blade? Or does he dream of a titbit dropped from my plate A thing I was not want to do and seldom gave? Nor shall I ever know just what he dreamt ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Nor why his whisker twitched in quiet content.

I’™m a bird that knows not flight is something humans envy But casually, swiftly through some great, iridescent sky moves. There, with sure uplifting wing to sing a song to touch a soul – ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  a precious, sensuous thing.

A name reaches out of the past and remembrance floods A hand out of the mists appears to touch my face A gentle touch And memories race A voice speaks softly words of love and hope ‘“ I hear a lullaby A tear starts Remembrance floods Memories race Softly, softly a finger brushes ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  the diamond from my cheek

Once in a sometime both you and I In some ether world we’ll together fly And reach for the moon with star-filled eye And sing each a song that will never die Once in a sometime a hope and’  dream Behind us will glow in a rainbow’s stream And we’ll smile and know that we both have seen ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  As gracious a love as has ever been