Thursday, January 29, 2009


Each dewdrop on a dandelion's crown
englobes the sun ...

So may quiet faith
stilling the tears of pain
mirror the orb
of All Glorious Love.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009


It's taken for granted
if I may say ...
It has no meaning to some
in anyway.

It's easy to give
as it is to get ...
but some don't realize
it's the best thing yet!

For what's a kiss
if it can't be felt
deep in your soul
that you wanna melt!

Have you ever been KISSED!!!!?

Sunday, January 25, 2009


I hear sad and haunting soft played music
as the wind moans in the pines above
playing a harp of sorrow for tears that fall
in mourning for a long lost love.

The dancing leaves of reckless summertime
bring happy tunes for every tree
creating a light and lilting sweet refrain
borne by a vagrant breeze to me.

The sound of raindrops on a sloping roof
remind me of small fairies scampering here and there
lulling me with a symphony of sound
that drives away each worry and care.

The booming of the surf along the shore
the waves that lap the glistening, patient sand
sing songs of strange exotic far- off places
sometimes in chords I do not understand.

I hear music ... I need no instrument or strings
no trappings of a modern world can ever attain
perfection, like the scores of natures tunes
that ever match my moods of joy or pain.

Thursday, January 22, 2009


I cannot sing to you
You ARE my song ...
Song of gladness
Song of sadness ...
Things begin and end
with you ...
I could sing a song triumphant
swelling to tremendous tones ...
Tones of vibrant living things
Lust for life ...
The earth, the sky
Rippling waters, stars on high ...
Or a mountain melody
Soulful, soothing harmony ...
Songs of everything on earth
I could sing the whole day long ...
But not to you
You ARE my song!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009


The body ages ... not the heart
it stays forever young
expanding to embrace new loves
it's song is never sung.

Tomorrow I may love still more
than in my yesterdays
life knocks upon the waiting door
outside new music plays.

Love springs unbidden to the heart
a stranger, now a friend
and on a day till then grey dull
loom futures without end.

The mind can furnish countless joys
the body plays its part
but life has no conspiracy
to age a loving heart.

Sunday, January 18, 2009


A maiden steals through silent moonlight
to where, under an elm's shadows
her waiting lover's eyes are bright
while nature's music is heard from surrounding meadows.

From a pond comes the croaking of frogs
and nearby, crickets sing with might.
While a little rabbit, now unafraid of dogs
also adds his patter-patter rhythm to the night.

A night for love, when in the skies above
the full moon winks and smiles

when all is bliss on a night like this
the full moon winks and smiles.

...................................................(Moon picture is by artist Inga Nielsen.)

Thursday, January 15, 2009


In my haste
to explore the vastness
of all that surrounds
and centers on my life ...
I forgot
to look closely, sensitively
at the delicate pink petals
and intricate green leaf
of the little flower
you pressed
into my hand.

In my haste
and mundane preoccupation
with lesser things
all through this day ...
I forgot to tell you
I love you ...
therefore something beautiful
and too precious to waste
was lost
to both of us.

Monday, January 12, 2009


Sometimes the heart is too heavy
to give voice to a song ...
the harp strings of poetry
having lost all their tautness
cannot sound the music
for which the soul hungers
and fingers have become too stiffened
with sadness
to pluck with carefree abandon
a joy-filled melody.

But the voice of faith whispers
were there no darkness
there would be no rejoicing
at the coming of light.

Friday, January 09, 2009


It's about that time of the year
It seems a moment ago
I knew nothing about death till you died
One minute you were laughing ...
The next minute you weren't
I see you all the time
in my mind's eye ...
smiling and laughing
and telling me "hurry... hurry... see you soon"
I miss you
Everyone does ...
You left too soon
There was more of life to do
The time we had was precious and fun
I think somehow... you know... I think of you and always
will ...
You really haven't gone
You wouldn't do that
without telling me first.

Tuesday, January 06, 2009


Love is a golden moon
defying the darkness of night
with promises, promises!
Reach for it with care, for
how could you find your way
in a dark world
without its light?