The Couple in the Photo ~

They seem so unposed 
so easy in their love 
Note:
his protective arm 
her contented smile 
It's as though they couldn't imagine 
being anywhere but 
together 
Beautiful, don't you think 
that after all this time 
those two happy people
       are still
       us _

First Love ~

When, in our youth, the world was fresh as dew 
as fresh as though that day it had been made _
Enchantment entered it and as it grew 
we ran to meet it gladly, unafraid _
It came as softly as the soft dusk fell 
this first awareness of some strange, new thing _ 
We did not understand its lovely spell 
we only knew _ though winter _ it was Spring!
Though not quite sure what wonder had transpired 
Our's was a shining world, that much was clear _
We drank it in and we were never tired 
we were alive within a singing sphere!
O young first-love, how could you understand
you held the universe within your hand _
~~~ooo~~~ooo~~~ooo~~~ooo~~~ooo~~~

(I have to admit a 'first Love' that has turned into
an 'everlasting love' is the 'best love'!) 

Tomorrow's Key ~

Today gave to my waking world 

a gold and crimson dawn 

so splashed with splendor that the sight 

I scare could look upon _

In the dewy morningtide 

I heard a thrush's cry

of utter joy and saw him wing 

across the western sky _

Before my eager, quickened sight 

a flower-form unfurled 

and lent its matchless beauty 

to a green and amber world  _

My grateful heart beheld a way 

to lift a load of care 

that in a silent loneliness 

a friend had - had  to bear _

Twilight gently blanketed 

the weary world in rest 

and stooped to kiss the little one 

that slumbered at my breast  _

Today I learned to love each hour 

nor asked tomorrow planned 

and lo _ at last _ I drift toward sleep 

its key within my hand _

Lyrics Three for Nighttime ~

1 ~
Tonight 
a gentle-mannered breeze 
brushes the dark-still little world 
that waits around me 
singing so softly 
of pleasant, restful dreams 
and almost promising 
teasingly 
a laughing, lovely day 
tomorrow _

2 ~
How softly has the night 
enfolded tree and shrub and home
with snug, protective darkness 
with quiet, soothing darkness 
and put to rest 
all tensions of the daylight 
thus quietly to pour 
the balm of nature's healing 
release and peace, thus stealing 
from a weary self
now lost in dreams _ 

3 ~
Good night, sweet dreams , the day's at end 
let pillowed rest all troubles mend 
all weariness now flown away 
be made anew through dreams at play 
sleep softly, gently through the night 
sleep restfully 'til morning's light 
sleep curled and cuddled, safe and sound 
Good night all _ may sweet dreams abound _ 

No Guarantee ~

Capture life with nimble fingers 
put it in a gilded cage _
wait to hear the happy trilling 
coming from its private stage _

There will be no song, no singing 
'till the day you set it free _
You compose your own libretto 
life comes without a guarantee _

(a San Francisco picture)

My Mother's Star ~

When twilight goes and night has made 
the crimson flags of sunset fade 
while down the drowsy, wearied hills 
her purple fruitage flooding spills _
When night has come and day has ceased 
across the valley to the east 
a star hangs tender, soft and low 
I love to watch it shining so _
I say, "That is my mother's star!"
though far away _ oh, far and far
I know she watches over me 
as tender and as lovingly 
as when she led me _ footsteps slow 
A-down the paths of long ago 
no other star may ever shine 
as glows this Mother Star of mine _

(my mom died in 1998 and I miss her so much 
 but she is in my thoughts daily and I cherish the beautiful memories!) 

(photo is from Google.)