The comfort of another’s kindly glance
The solace of a writer”s l voice.
These may arrive as if by chance.
To be responsive is in part our choice.
Some days our shell is closed, and all rebuts.
Not even loving arms or lips are felt.
So little on this earth will bring comfort
Until this hardness wants itself to melt.
Be wary as it may not yet be time
Far better hide until right days are born.
To let our soul reject the dagger fine.
We needs respect a fear of ruinous scorn.
Though isolated,lost, uncertain we may feel,
These dream wrought symbols make the soul to heal
I try to feel through dark and distant space
To where you dwell in a far off “heavenly” place.
And you are far from those of us, who care.
Our hearts are dulled with loving thoughts not shared
Your absence has so distanced us in grief.
We can neither share our loss, nor gain relief.
I watch the star filled sky in lonelt silent night
And see a space almost devoid of light.
I feel into the edges of my soul
I sense,somewhere, a brokenness once whole.
Would a powerful modern telescope aid my view,
As I search this aching world for a ttrace of you?
How would one vanish deep in silent night,
And so forever tehn be missing from my sight?
I wish that I’d been there when you went off,
I could have expressed , through touch,my heartfelt love.
Shall I never hear your gentle tenor voice
Enchanting me once more with your sweet choice?
Shall I not even find the laces from your shoes,
Floating gently back to earth through these elm trees?
I see more flocks of gracious geese flash by.
Are those your fingers tracing lines across the sky?
Do you too see these geese from up above?
But you’re on the other side, too far from love.
And even with the very new best technology
There’s no way back now , so you won’t ever be
With us again,Goodbye,Goodbye Goodbye
I’ll turn away my tear filled reddened eyes,
And look at all that’s near,as I’m still here.
I know now you’re too far away ,too far away, too far away ,my dear.
I know now that you’re too far away,my dear.
How can we learn to live with love, not fear,
As we go on ,now, down these coming years?
So sad that you’re not near,not here,not here,my dear.
Shall I sometimes, in the night pretend, you’re near,?
Oh,that heaven were not so meanly set so far
And earth not feel so barren from despair
We must slide down the escape chute of the years,
Like children clutching at worn teddy bears.
Does “Euripides”rhyme with” bad knees”?
Does obesity cause one to sneeze?
These questions oppress me
As they really test me
So answer me now,if you please.
Do you listen to 100 best tunes?
Do you like reading riddles or runes?
I prefer novels
When I feel a wobble.
So I’m off to the librrary soon.