Poems

On’  wings of wind my spirit flies Sans wind, distressed, it droops and sighs Where’™s the soul with lighted eyes To take delight and share? You’™re the wind beneath my wing Sans you I have no song to sing No sun, no colour no gladdening ‘˜tis not that you don’™t care ‘ The rose you left its petals fall Each a memory to recall Of colour and sound and water’™s fall Its sad now you’™re not here ‘ But memory, too, is bright and strong And brings me back our happy song I know for sure it can’™t be long ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  and you’™ll be near once more

You are a breath from my past A smile from my youth A lovely meeting – something to last I see you again and the years are dissolved Dewy mornings – the ones that I loved I smile and remember hoping that you ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Have such outstanding memories too.

Oh! the powers that wheel the world That turn a leaf to face the sun That grind the flint to motes of dust That flings a star to endless flight That gives the firefly its flick of light That spins our world and brings the night Oh! The powers given me ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  That all these wonders I should see

No longer rages my love for you No longer the heart’s in throes But deep and peaceful the waters flow And still my true love grows In peace more beautiful than in storm In autumn’™s browns and gold And ever will my love for you Deepen to depths untold Peaceful in shadows green and blue A star shines high above That lights a promise of bygone years ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  That naught will change my love.

Take my hand I’™ll carry you on wings of sound to a place you’™ve never been before where raindrops each within them have a rainbow and a shaft of light where clouds, rimmed with gold and silver hang in a bluer sky Where sun and rain at once do light a godly place of deep delight nor ever thought could be so bright as in this magic place The glory of the morning’™s rise the joy of green within the eyes then ending ‘“ when deep silence comes ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  return once more to mundane times.

Two Each half waking Half sleeping Each one’s cheek on the other’s palm Eyes closed Not a peep Half- thoughts Silent Calm Fresh morning air Soothing Balm Invigorating Peace – before the stormy day One, using the magic moment Dozes ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  With downy thoughts of he and she.

The weight of days of Trials and Times Of unlighted, narrow ways The heaviness of passed times darken the smile of innocence – the lightened eye – the spring of youth. Groping, feeling, grasping, wondering, thinking, worrying never knowing what a coming day may bring. Where’™s he that in the spirit dwelt The laugh, the joy he knew so well Lost in stygian dark as night Lame of step in place of light Bent in pain with darkened eye ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Could that wondering boy be I?

When spirits meet there is no thought Of earthly things that end in naught But in a purity of sparkling wine Enjoin to share of things sublime Created by a mind inspired By joy or pain. A spirit fired That sets to flight a creation new To fly as free as I or you A thing of beauty and power divine To taste as if ’twere yours or mine The nectar of the almond tree Ambrosia of the fat queen bee When spirits meet ’tis a meeting of Two thoughts enfolding something loved As pure as laughter in child’s delight Or Venus in a starry night With brightened eye they meet in joy In evening’s or fresh morning’s glow And …

Just to light the way God lights the darkly night with stars Just to show the way From time to time He sends an angel down to earth so man will wonder and say Can a human reach such heights Just from time to time Man’™s puny side awakes to glory in a sight or sound that’™s not of this world but comes from a heart that has learned a thing from angels Is Heaven-sent to lift a human’™s heart and mind to heights of wonder To say’  This is of heaven surely – not of man Just from time to time Just to show the way. *’  *’  * Igor Tchetuev played Chopin’™s First Piano Concerto receiving 1st Prize’  …

You’™re spirit – not real Theory, not life With you there are no bonds nor bounds to words, colours sights or sounds Now here, now there You simply can be anywhere ‘˜Tween stars on moon, on earth or sun In infinite’™s infinite dark or light You’™re insubstancial, out of sight Come to me let’™s fly let’™s play In spirit’™s intangible night and day You’™re ethereal – perhaps divine ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  And what I create is yours, not mine