Cycle of Tears

Years of sorrow,
Years of pain,
Years of grief and woe.

My heart still bleeds
With every thought,
Of how those years did go.

My eyes still water
With the tears
I thought had long before ceased.

My mind still wanders
Through those years,
They are still relived for me.

The times I wondered
In agony…
Wherein did destiny lie?

The times I cried
When I could not see
My destiny in her eyes.

My heart
Did break within me,
When those I’d trusted did flee.

Those whose words
I cherish as gold,
But whose convictions are as dung to me.

My mind
Was pitched in turmoil,
My soul was cleaved in half.

All direction was lost
Within me,
All loyalties were past.

Those times I strayed
And wandered,
And brought disgrace unto my name.

Those times I ran
From what I knew was right,
To live my life in shame.

A girl I met
I lost her.
Because my opinion had changed.

Alas I came full circle.
Instead of receiving,
I was now causing pain.

Years of pain and sorrow.
Years of grief and woe.
How sad to have them happen.
What joy! They made me grow!


Copyright 1995

Smooth

As smooth as fresh spun silk,
As gentle as the breeze,
As soft as a cloud newly formed in the sky,
It’s that plus all of these.

As refreshing as a desert stream,
And just as satisfying to a thirsty soul.
As precious as a treasure found,
And desirable as is gold.

What could it be that I describe?
What could compare to this?
What could mean all these things too?
Nothing but your kiss!

Copyright 1995

Alone

As lonely as a man can be
If you look for him, you look for me

No friends have I to bring delight
No companionship to warm my night

Emptiness is what I feel
Sadness is all that is real

How can I describe the pain I'm in
Where do I start, how to begin

Can words tell how my stomach feels
Or describe how depression, my joy it steals

How can I say just what it means
To be alone, except for dreams

Yes dreams show me ways that I can leave
Or bring me friends to which I cleave

Dreams promise happiness to replace the pain
Dreams say I'll never be empty again

Dreams whisper sight when there's blindness in the eye
Dreams are cruel, because they lie

For when all my dreams have left the room
I'm there alone again in an empty vacuum

Alone to face reality
There's no way out, and no one but me

My spirit breaks, and drieth my bones
My heart is grieved...I'm still alone

Copyright 1995

All Days

All days are different from the rest.
No days are exactly the same.

One thing can be said about all days,
In that they are all filled with change.

Even though it’s change that remains the constant,
A fact of days that holds true,

There’s another constant fact about each day;
The fact that each day I love you.

Cpoyright 1995

A Happy Man

A happy man is one who has a companion.
Yes indeed!

And companionship is what I’ve found,
It’s what you’ve given me!

Copyright 1995