with a lamp in the window
to show someone is there.
In the distance it is a beacon
that points to my cosy home.
When my working day is through
and I walk back along the miles,
I can see that lamp burning.
That welcoming beacon
beckoning to me there in the distance.
My love waits for me there
after my work is done
with my slippers near the fire.
The miles never seem that long
with that beacon in the distance
waiting to welcome me home.
1 March 2011
a flaxen haired girl went down to the streamto listen to the water’s lullabywhere upon she happened to seethe ascending heavenly staircasereaching up above the cloudsand on each step a cherub sangsongs of love and romantic things.While on the earth in a sleepy hollowwhere the moonbeams danced upon the groundwith the Pixies and the Fairies…
when we needed them the most.It’s so easy how we forgetthe times when armswere held out to steady us on our way.It’s so easy how we forgetthe words that comfortedus through the dayswhen we thought they would never end.Yes, it’s so easy to forgetuntil the next timesomething comes around our way.23 October 2011
Tonight we make more memoriesto share throughout our years.We hold one another tightafraid to let the other goin case it is just a dreamand like the sun embracing the snow,they will be gone again.Our goal is to be unitedwithin the path of loveand tonight we make more memoriesthat will never fade away.
Wasted works of love,with each page overflowingwith sunshine and pain.They made a lovely bonfire,to keep me warm when winter came.The flames licked at every word,that my pen had written.When fire was finishedI dug a hole, and put the ashes in.Finally covering them with earth,buried those wasted works within.
It is up to us to see that rainbowand find that pot of gold.The difficulty is a rainbow has two ends.The problem is thento find the right end.21 March 2008
The rhythm of two hearts,beating as one.The murmurs of passion,that consumes us all,from time to time.Listen to the music of love,as it fills the air everywhere.
