VERSE TELLER
Man of Verse
Man of verse, teller of tales,
where have you resided?
Silent on wind swept nights and
mist blanketed morns.
Trees have talked not, wind
carried not a tune, hills
uttered dead sound.
Dark is your mantle, silent
your eyes, lips sealed from voice.
My mind for so long wished to feel your cold reach, to
hold you in awe for the words that you would discharge for mind to
grasp.
Perhaps a somber tale of a long lost love, or a whisper
spoken in silence reliving future hopes of reborn life?
For a time so long our minds were embraced in the duel of
love and hate, mated with their companions in life.
In our journey we stopped briefly at the mountains of despair and
charted our course to overcome impossibilities.
We sat at the pool of tears and drank to the full. Tumbling into the
valley of hopelessness, we became mired in the sludge of self pity,
our weakened arms of emotion searched for strength, alas, escape
we did, seated on the vehicle of love!
So here we sit starring into each other's eyes,
breathing in the mist of unknowns, searching for empty sounds.
Answer me now man of verse, teller of somber tale, when will the
wind speak through the sticks of wood or ear drink in the eerie
silence?
When would skin once more feel the clouded mists?
Please answer me creature of the soul. . . . . .
I beg you!
where have you resided?
Silent on wind swept nights and
mist blanketed morns.
Trees have talked not, wind
carried not a tune, hills
uttered dead sound.
Dark is your mantle, silent
your eyes, lips sealed from voice.
My mind for so long wished to feel your cold reach, to
hold you in awe for the words that you would discharge for mind to
grasp.
Perhaps a somber tale of a long lost love, or a whisper
spoken in silence reliving future hopes of reborn life?
For a time so long our minds were embraced in the duel of
love and hate, mated with their companions in life.
In our journey we stopped briefly at the mountains of despair and
charted our course to overcome impossibilities.
We sat at the pool of tears and drank to the full. Tumbling into the
valley of hopelessness, we became mired in the sludge of self pity,
our weakened arms of emotion searched for strength, alas, escape
we did, seated on the vehicle of love!
So here we sit starring into each other's eyes,
breathing in the mist of unknowns, searching for empty sounds.
Answer me now man of verse, teller of somber tale, when will the
wind speak through the sticks of wood or ear drink in the eerie
silence?
When would skin once more feel the clouded mists?
Please answer me creature of the soul. . . . . .
I beg you!
| Beginning-end of life, Daughters. There was a time when I would hold you on my knee. A little smile, the tear, so much to see. In time you would grow and belong to another. Although I was always there you would no longer bother. But then you realized when life would make you sad, I was always there, I would always be.........your "Dad." Daddy loves you |
| Just Thinking I sat on a stone for what seemed such a long while, my eyes are almost closed, with not much of a smile. What strange creatures these humans happen to be, what was spun in the heavens, in the mind of the almighty, please let me see? I look at my body so fragile, so old, my spirit almost broken, but many tales as yet to be told. Was I put here to amuse the beings on high, those that live beyond, out of our sight, those that live forever, those that do not die? Was I just an oops, why did I do that, perhaps I should not have worked, just enjoyed the stars and sat? How about another planet that there should be, maybe another sun, another moon, two of both would surely be a sight but that would be ugly, certainly not right! Into the mind of the creator I attempted to peer. I believe that would be wrong, I would be in trouble, then I wouldn't be here! So I just sit, hold my head in my hands about ready to cry I take a deep breath, and let out a big sigh! My father to you the answers I do look is it before me on paper, maybe on the pages of a well known book?' Time has now come for me to take rest put my searching mind to sleep no longer put it to the ultimate test. Tomorrow dawns another day, I'm sure that will be. Some things may be spoken for my mind's eye to see. However, until then for the answers I will anxiously grope maybe in time they will all come to me, in this I do hope! |
