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

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

In the moment

Words and thoughts what a mess..
When all that should be said has already been heard.
 I don't think love can be said many more ways, and
"I m sorry "seems futile in the turmoil of the day.
 Silence is the true poem .
Listen and you will know everything that  has been said.
Stay quiet and you will feel every thing you need to know.
The stars, the sun ,the moon, a flower,the ocean ,a blue sky,
the laughter of a child, the melody  the universe sings;
all is a poem and none needs to be said or written just heard.

Listen and enjoy before the moment is gone.

My sweet beautiful Emily

My sweet beautiful Emily.
In her eyes  I see the stars
of an unknown universe.
With her touch I feel the warmth of the brightest sun, even though it is the coldest winter.With her laughter she  vanishes away all the clumsy noise that crowds the air and  fills my heart with music that lets me dance in the whirlwind of my days.
Her dark hair flows teasing the wind and her eyes, her eyes glitter a brilliant radiating stare that is always looking for a new place to rest the beauty of her smile.
My sweet beautiful Emily if God gives gifts then you truly are a present wrapped in beauty laughter and wonder.

(To Emily for being Emily on her 15th birthday)

Love

I walk the streets
my heart filled with murder.
My head jumbled with
thoughts of you in my arms.
And the stars ,
the stars just twinkle in the sky
and play their melodies ,
the sweetest lies.

When I am not with you
I go crazy thinking of where you are
and when your with me
I go crazy thinking of who you are .

Yes, love slays
the one who stand still the longest,
the one who tries to cherish
each and every moment,
the one who hesitates to steal
glimpses in the other's heart.

Love is not for the weary.
Love is not love.

Tonight I walk the streets
with murder in my heart.











(not completed)
MCV

The Gift

Neath the darkness of her shelter
like a precious gem she holds
the love and tenderness of her loins.

Yes,some days are long and cold and
other days just burn and burn
Still, she finds comfort in the teardrops
that fall from heaven,they disguise her fears
and hide her loneliness.

The harshness of the wind
at times too much to bear,
but there are those days.
Yes those wonderful days,
when the dew lays gently on the dawn and
the sun shines through the crystals in the sky
and paints a kaleidoscope of colors
that fill her thoughts
for days and days

She welcomes the sound of the thunder
it reminds her she is not alone.
Oh and what a special gift
to see the light dance in the sky.
Sometimes raindrops can feel so warm.

Soon the darkness and the cold and
the wind and the sun and the rain and
the loneliness all go away.
And on this day..this glorious day,
the precious gem she has nurtured and loved
for so long , blossoms.

She awakes.
In all her color, in all her hopes,
in all her dreams, in all her eternity,
in all her innocence, in all her fragrance,
in all her majestic uncompromised mystical beauty.
And the world sits in wonder.

Thank you for the sun and the rain and the wind.
Thank you for this flower you know her name.

The Gift
MCV
To Sarah on her 13th birthday.

A note to my diary

Sorry.... you know why.

Much has happen and
I promise to fill you in;
for now lets start with today

MCV