Autumn Leaves

Today I looked for you,
your words,your sound,
your eyes,your scent ,your you,
but you were not there. 

Sounds   appeared , music played
 - no matter - it was all solemn,
 all sad that rung in my deaf ear.

The sun shown bright , I'm sure,
but all I saw were shadows and shades of grey,
mysteries that ran,tears that had no way.

The days have been many, heavy and slow
disguised  as dreams and worries  of
days  that  never came
yesterdays  that never were.

I find I have forgotten how to catch the moon
and dream with stars.
Is this the beginning of the end
am I lost or just not found

No one there to ask
no one there to answer
no one there to know.

Rumors have reached my door
that you are somewhere far.
I miss my friend.

Who would have thought,
that in this life of so many
we  end  and start each day alone.
It matters not who lays with you
who wakes with you
who walks by your side.
When your eyes close
when your path strays
when you need the most
when you count your days
you are only and alone.

There are perinials that sprinkle your  days
and then there are those special few
those that  have  grown roots strong  in your way.
Hold strong . I  hope they will.

This is my trust,
that those days with those dreams 
with those friends will return  soon in some way.

A step ahead ,maybe.
Maybe when I have quit  needing them
or looking for them or screaming them away.
Or  maybe,  just maybe  when I find
that that graces the day.

But today the woods are dark and long they hover over me
not  respecting that  I am here
not knowing  who I am
not questioning  where I been
certainly not caring  where I go or where I'll end.

Today I walk alone
full of thoughts of things that don't exist
of days that did not pass, of songs I did not sing
and  Autumn leaves.

Days Like this

Its on days like this that I miss you most of all
when the world slows down and   shadows get old
when my heart feels heavy and my face grows long
when I think in whispers and live in songs
when I dream of better days and long lost roads
when I wonder when and and wish on why
Its on days like this that I wonder
do you have days  when  you miss me  most of all
when time  slows  so much that you feel yourself feel all alone and
wonder where the time has gone
when  yesterdays are so far away that you can't remember
our dreams of love and long lost days.
Its on days like this that all seems wrong
when my heart grows heavy and I walk alone
when the sun doesn't shine or warm my walk.
its on days like this.......

No matter where I am or who I m with or what I say
its days like this that I miss you .... most of all.

Where have you gone ?

Where have you gone?
Whispers say "There by the trees near the brook."
I look but you are not there;
Only a shaded memory carved inside the bark
of the great great oak.
Where have you gone?
A whisper says "There near the light on the corner by the store."
I go,only to hear a memory of an old,old song-
that use to fill the air and warm our souls.
Where have you gone?
A whisper says "Just smell the morning air."
Your perfume dances in my memories of long agos and past affairs.
Where have you gone?
A whispers says" Look deep inside the box on the shelf by the book"
I put my hand inside and only find
remnants of a day or two and a long lost look.
Where have you gone ?
I scour every corner of my heart sadly to discover
only seconds of your life and moments of your love.
Where have you gone ?
You seem so faraway and still so close to my saddened heart.

A picture,a song,a memory can only go so far
to make me smile of days gone by
when you ran and walked along my side
making whispers wonders and yesterday ponders
for long ago and far aways of days to come and days to go
and now all that's left is this melancholy soliloquy
of seconds lost and seconds found.
Where have you gone?

(to my nephew Lee on his graduation 5/2011
I am very proud of you. Always thinking of you.)

MCV

Hoy Pienso de Ti

Es la madrugada, lo se por que siento el silencio .
No hay mucho sentido que yo me levante y sacude al Sol,
El  a solas se levantar y  abrirá las ventanas.

Mi imaginación  se mueve despacio. Comienza con
el recuerdo pequeño  de un momento fugaz  y
rápidamente me lleva al demonio del  rencor.

Tantos días que yo caminado con mis
ojos de siego y mi corazón de muerto.
Tantos días que yo buscado la razón. 
Tantos días Tantos días.

Es la madrugada lo se por que conozco este color.
No es negro ni azul   ni gris.  
Es el color que  se queda  cuando   muere la luna-
se apagan las estrellas y solo alumbra la soledad.

Es el color de la inquietud 
y de la esperanza y de las aventuras sin comenzar .   
Es el color de mi alma , Es el color de mi corazón.
Es el color Es el color.

Es la madrugado lo se por que no estas.
Es la madrugado por que manana  no vendrás.
Es la madrugada  del comienzo y del fin.

Es la  madrugada es la madrugada


MCV

Tomorrow

And darkness besets me now that you are gone. And the  stars  will sleep until I see you again and soon the moon will follow and so sets the sun.In every moment, growing darkness and hopeless love.Will tomorrow ever come?


not complete
MCV

She Waits No More (The Seasons)

Rainy Tuesday ,she waits by the door.
Springtime flowers have blossomed and started to fall.
The skies weary cry recalls;
Rainy Tuesdays forever more.

Sun sets,  night comes , summer is old.
 
"My love" she prays, " hold me tight"
"My love" she says, "play your melody  make the moonlight right"
"My love"she whispers,"shelter me from this that makes evening dark"
"My Love" she cries waiting,
knowing that forever
Rainy Tuesdays will be forever more.

Everything has blossomed, everything has flourished...
everything has ruined .
 
She sits self embraced, watching raindrops fall,
waiting for the early bird to sing the morning's call..
Every rainy Tuesday she waits,
Every rainy Tuesday she knows,
Every rainy Tuesday reminds her,
she need not wait
for Rainy Tuesdays ever more.


MCV

Finding the Right Words

 If words could say the way I feel each time I think  of you;
 when days get lost in endless mazes of dark forever's desperate waiting's lonely solitude. If words could tell you all  you mean to me and everything I dream; I would ask these words to pour onto your world to crush  your doubts and lift your dreams. But words don't seem to reach the deepness of my thoughts and  words don't want to find the meaning of my world;
these words just choke my breathe and make me
die with each and every word that hides inside.