I. Needing
Does she hold in her heart, this thought
that I convey upon soft skin?
is this the love she has long sought
Does she hold in her heart, this thought?
Do these hands write out love for naught
is this just a moment of sin?
Does she hold in her heart, this thought
that I convey upon soft skin?
II. Fruitless
Her breath I try to take away
with hands that search for hidden clues
so many words I try to say
Her breath I try to take away.
I cannot let this touch betray
that her love I have feared to lose
Her breath I try to take away
with hands that search for hidden clues
III. Miles From Me
She sleeps a thousand miles from me
where these words cannot reach her heart
and though she rests here quietly
She sleeps a thousand miles from me.
And though we seldom disagree
there's something that keeps us apart
She sleeps a thousand miles from me
where these words cannot reach her heart.
IV. Yearning
In dreams, there's warmth of fond embrace
subduing hearts that cannot feel
that died within some distant place
In dreams, there's warmth of fond embrace.
For memories will not efface
the breadth of touch that still appeals
In dreams, there's warmth of fond embrace
subduing hearts that cannot feel.
V. Today
Today Neruda has nothing on me
for it's I who write the saddest of lines
For I have set the one I most love free
Today Neruda has nothing on me.
How could I allow, how could this now be
am I the lowest of all of mankind?
Today Neruda has nothing on me
for it's I who write the saddest of lines.
VI. Tonight
Tonight your eyes are flames of gold
that rage upon this barren heart
the cruelest fate of love gone cold
Tonight your eyes are flames of gold.
This night my thoughts are not consoled
by the things that keep us apart
Tonight your eyes are flames of gold
that rage upon this barren heart.
VII. Loss
I have thought today of nothing
but sensations of her soft skin
it pricks at my heart, a bee's sting
I have thought today of nothing.
There are some things worth pursuing
there are others you just can't win
I have thought today of nothing
but sensations of her soft skin.
VIII. Beneath The Skin
All those years she had been a friend
through laughs and tears and sad goodbyes.
And though I feared--this heart will mend
All those years she had been a friend.
Her loyalty she did extend
Her caring heart it did comprise
All those years she had been a friend
through laughs and tears and sad goodbyes.
IX. Regained
Today the sun, it shines once more
the wind does not cry out her name
clouds have left despondency's shore
Today the sun, it shines once more.
my thoughts again, have been restored
unlike before, I'm not the same
Today the sun, it shines once more
the wind does not cry out her name.
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
I am starting my day over again with the feeling that I have been somewhere beautiful. 
It is a garden with every sort of lovely flower, all scents and colors and each one made me glad. 
Your poem is poignantly supreme. 
things for you...thanks for all the lessons today...art, poetry and Moxie...it's been a good day...Darlene
If you are still with him, "He's a great guy!" 
Or, GADS, how you loved your last automobile. 
