Day: November 29, 2017

The rhythms of the world

Unlike the noise of cars and phones
That makes our hearts unsteady  and solo
The   heart of earth  keeps rhythms which are its own

We can tune in to these undertones
Walk in time to music soft and slow
Underneath the noise of cars and phones

When I do that ,I Iive down in my bones
And marrow spreads more goodness in its flow
The   heart of earth  keeps rhythms which are its own

The flesh, the bones, the nerves  may sing or moan
What is it that makes us each mellow
Despite the noise of cars and mobile phones

Yet all we are is mortgaged or on loan
Not our houses but our breath that blows
To  the  heart of earth   in rhythmic  poems

We  can co-create with  those who grow
In tune with what all contribute unprobed
Underneath the noise of cars and phones
The   heart of earth  keeps rhythms it calls its own

Kissing heals the wounds from dreams at night

Kissing eases stress and painful thought
I don’t know  the sample size they checked
But  blow a kiss whenever  love ignites

Kissing makes our eyes look very bright
Unless it’s what they call a little peck
Kissing eases stress and painful thought

A kiss can make our burdens seem more light
Enables us to empty worry sacks
So  throw a kiss whenever  love feels right

Love can heal dark  feelings that  destroy
And makes the world seem fairer and less black
Kissing eases stress and painful thought

 

Giving and receiving  bring insight
Helps us find the remedy we lack
So share a kiss whenever  love feels right

Every situation has its cracks
Light shines through, revealing the right track
Kissing  is more fun than idle thought
So  blow a kiss  and let your  love ignite,

I  live in  blackness  yet the angels lean

When you come back to me, my dearest one.
When you no longer hide away in dreams.
The golden  sun will rise for  us again

When all my work on earth is  past and done;
When I have felt the pain of what has been,
Will you come back to me, my dearest one?

Without your presence, I feel lost and pained.
But this is not eternal, though it seems.
The golden  sun will rise for me again

The last bell  rings , I’m silent and alone.
I am too simple to make cunning schemes
Will you come back to me, my dearest one?

Human life is brief; we share its pain;
The death instinct, the deadly Faustian themes;
The sacred sun will rise for us again .

I  live in  blackness  yet the angels lean
To shelter with their sacred wings my limbs.
Though  you  had to go , my dearest one,
Though loss may win, I still desire the sun

My sad heart

The pain has come again to my lost heart
The ache of grief seems crueller in the night
As it was when  we were  forced apart

At first, the numbness made me loth to start
Yet like the  morning sun, I hurt with light
The pain has come again into my heart

I  listen for some guidance, kind comfort
To my inner self and wisdom’s might
As I knew  before we had to part

But guidance only  comes to those with art
To read the signs, and understand their plight
The pain has come once more into my heart

Death itself had beauty of a sort
As you went without struggle or fight
Wonder came, it seems we had to part

Why is pain so strong it seems to bite?
An anger and a rage it can impart
The numbness made my feelings dead and dark
The pain had come again into my heart