| Somber Lights Bury me where........... The blue sky covers the blackness of nighttime gloom. Where the wetness of cold winter nights will be no more. Where the sound of despair will not bleed out the blood of hope. Where the forests of single pines sing in harmony with the ever- changing dancing wind. Where the winter wheat sways with acceptance to the sound of the cool evening breeze. Where the unforgiving earth listens to the sound of a child's laughter and not a tearful dirge. Where the digger's spade is silent to the sound of pain. Lastly, let me lie in a corner of your heart, to be brought back to remembrance on those lonely night, when the hearth is warm, the memories are alive but the bed oh so empty! Allow me to fill that vacated spot and search for a ray of hope which beams brightly. That warm glow radiates the darkness to speak on empty tablet. Words spoken will be that someday I will awaken, to once more view your beautiful smile of love. My first kiss will chase away those tears of sadness and beckon them to reside in the land of begone! So my friend, my companion, my love, bury me; bury me in your heart, where forever I will be a lasting memory. |
| When a grown man cries Tears have no boundaries no glass can contain no cloth does hold sadness is not its owner happiness not a friend age not a companion health not a soul mate death not its enemy life not the answer so little is seen nothing remembered, only a fading memory when a grown man cries! |
| Racing time! Not much time, not much time when we are young, this is a crime! We wish to be old, speed life along but my friend, this is so wrong! For when we are young, life before us stares, in our eyes, in our hearts, in our mind the memories glare! I am only five this is not good, I wish to be ten if I could! I am ten no fun, a teen I wish to be, then the fun will come, you will see! I am a teen of the early years, I wish to be at the end, for now no one hears! I am past those years, where did they go, now in my twenties, boy I do not know? They flew bye, thirty stares me in the face, but life is still fun in this early space. Thirty is here not much of a change, things are becoming serious, this is certainly strange! Thirty flew so fast down the road of life, my age is cut in half with life's quick knife! Forty is better, more I will beg to learn, everyday an open ear to knowledge I will turn! Forty is gone, not much did I hear, perhaps ears heard not, is what I fear! Fifty should be better, there is more to see, but I don't move as well, something with my knee! Fifty just flew by, still can't move my form as well, knees are bad, can't see, joints are all starting to swell! Sixty is here, boy this is not good, body is breaking down, didn't last forever like I thought it should! I blinked my eyes the sixties are all gone, the golden years are what I am betting on! This will be the time when all be know to me, if only I could remember who I was..........let me see? |
| Someday I will awaken, fresh skin to feel, hands move through darkened hair...........someday. Arms strong, always reaching, fingers grasp at life's joys..........someday. Eyes peer upon goodness of peace, lips kiss loves hope..........someday. Tongue speaks words of happiness, mouth tastes food of strength............someday. Legs move with speed of youth, complete man I will be..........someday. All I be, this and more, not today but someday! |
| Faces and Places I see them all, the faces and places those crimes, troubled times, empty spaces. We look to those who hold hope up high it is a shame, they don't last long, they eventually die! The words they held to be viewed as hope slid out of grasp, though we still attempt to grope. Generations come, generations go end is the same, nothing to show! Yet we long to be at ease, sit by peaceful waters our short lives though, remain in bounded quarters. So here we sit, common beings of varied races viewing those hollow faces and forgotten places! Ericg |