Mischievous are his eyes at times.
Laughter is what he often finds.
His eyes long to tell a story.
And at times for him we worry.
His heart is young and tender.
Protective, he is the defender!
Often from him, we gain strength
From his honesty that is quite frank.
A soul of compassion, he has within;
A helping hand he would gladly lend.
Pride and confidence, in truth it shines,
-Within his loving eyes for all to find.
My heart throbs deeply as I inwardly weep.
Close to my heart feelings of you I keep.
I know our love has endured many trials
And like a dove, it shall span over miles.
I find it hard to speak the words.
So, though my pen, I’ll sing like a bird.
I shall tell of a pure and innocent love.
That is soft and gentle like the wings of a dove.
I see you as gentle and graceful in flight
As a dove who flies to greater heights.
Inside of you there is a loving heart.
And you’ve been protective from the start.
You have watched your children grow in life.
Gently, your love has been spread in rife.
Over the years the hunters have come
-Causing an appearance that is numb.
I cry within when I think of your pain.
They would have had so much more to gain
If they looked below the surface of your wings,
They’d have seen the layers of your heart’s rings.
There is so much to see within your song,
It saddens me to think you have been wronged.
For I see a graceful beauty within your eyes,
And have been lucky to have shared in those ties.
Sightless eyes perceive the world
-As no other eye can see.
Even in blindness, one may see
-The sludge of society’s tea.
The steam perpetuates
A numbing pain
That can shut a door.
It’s a wrenching pain
That silently strums
-Upon surreality’s cord.
No matter the rhyme or reason,
The emotion is all too real.
We’ll find at times
We’re all alone and
On our own must deal.
Often, it’s pain and grief
That spawns both greed and hate.
We as humanity
Must learn to forgive
-Before it’s too late.
Man may offer
-A single glimmer of hope.
It’s but through love and tolerance,
We may rebuild a better life’s rope.
WE SHALL LEAVE A MARKER
Alas, the time grows darker.
And we shall leave a marker.
A story of our life long past,
In our children we have cast.
Our way of life is breed within.
And we have been taught to defend.
All we have learned and understand,
Is inherited and left for man.
In hopes that we, together alone,
-Can make a change of greater tone.
For our children’s lives need hope,
To rebuild a stronger life’s rope.
…AND I HEAR YOUR VOICE
My heart aches with tearful memories of you.
Your loving ways were all I ever knew.
The day you left me, forever alone,
I was far too young to have ever known.
The world embraced such cruel and harsh ways.
And I’d find myself vulnerable one day.
The small woman-child, you knew me to be,
The one who use to bounce upon your knee,
Has learned overtime to grow within,
And for myself, I’ve learned to defend.
There’re times at night when I hear your voice.
I lie and sleep on a pillow that’s moist.
Tears of despair, I remember your face.
Knowing that I shall forever hold you,
-Within my heart’s -special and secret place.
THE CHANGING TIDES
When the blanket of night slowly descends,
The grain of our lives inadvertently bends.
During this hour of raw stripped emotions,
We’re able to shun our inhibitions.
For as the tide goes out claiming its prize,
He must not forget that he too has ties.
It’s this link of love and hatred that bonds,
That leaves us unsatisfied as we long.
Dreaming we all live; longing we all die,
Waiting for answers never knowing why,
It has been this way since the dawn of time,
Since man began his laborious climb.