Friday, October 27, 2006
Dedicated to Ann
Dreams Empty Harvest
The shear wispy lights of darkest bright shadows
Cleans the mind of multi hued memories of laughter’s long sound
As it whips across the open plains like a chased animal through the fields
All the while my mind clears out a place for the future
Cleaned shelves for the events yet to unfold, alone the man in the dark clothes
Gathers his arms share of the past as if it were sheaves of cut wheat
Gathering for the time when the cupboards are bare, the ice box empty
And the silence of the deafening sounds of the departure you have left me with
Cannot bring the essence of life from the gray of death
Oh why my dear sweet princess, why did you think that you could
Be happy and yet, make me so sad, and with just one seconds step off lands extension
Erase from your minds heart the pain that you saw, and in doing so
Has given me the eternity of the days to ponder the why and wonder
What I am to do to fill the space that burns in my heart of your future.
And there you are, the precious sight, the “Princess” of my heart
All alone in the space and time of this everlasting haze my heart sees
When my heart doesn’t want to beat any more, it longs for you so
The body weathered by time yet the mind clear as the choice you made
Permanently fixing in time the person you were to be, no more, no less.
To Ann 5-13-77 to 12-6-92
The shear wispy lights of darkest bright shadows
Cleans the mind of multi hued memories of laughter’s long sound
As it whips across the open plains like a chased animal through the fields
All the while my mind clears out a place for the future
Cleaned shelves for the events yet to unfold, alone the man in the dark clothes
Gathers his arms share of the past as if it were sheaves of cut wheat
Gathering for the time when the cupboards are bare, the ice box empty
And the silence of the deafening sounds of the departure you have left me with
Cannot bring the essence of life from the gray of death
Oh why my dear sweet princess, why did you think that you could
Be happy and yet, make me so sad, and with just one seconds step off lands extension
Erase from your minds heart the pain that you saw, and in doing so
Has given me the eternity of the days to ponder the why and wonder
What I am to do to fill the space that burns in my heart of your future.
And there you are, the precious sight, the “Princess” of my heart
All alone in the space and time of this everlasting haze my heart sees
When my heart doesn’t want to beat any more, it longs for you so
The body weathered by time yet the mind clear as the choice you made
Permanently fixing in time the person you were to be, no more, no less.
To Ann 5-13-77 to 12-6-92
Dark Fury
Dark Fury
The whispering wind whips beyond the dimly settled rays of another days light gone dark without you
Shadows stand starkly in the hues of dusk where you once stood in the face of the sun
Now gray shadows and sounds of the whippoorwill stand out against the silent rush of night
Winters warmth on the face of death again reminds me of the day when you were here
How the feel of cold soil on the warm hand brings crisply the picture of your life at the door
When you were the brightest object in my life, and your voice was the sound that by itself
Could silence the sounds of a hurricanes fury, but now, that is all gone
And the only remembrance of you rests in my mind, and a few trinkets gathered along the way
And they too will dim from my memory, but still in the end
You were the light, the sound and the source of my happiness, my tomorrow and my future
Now so silently, quickly and undeniably taken from me,
Leaving me with the shadow on the ground were once you stood.
Dedicated to Ann May 13 1977 to Dec 6 1992
The whispering wind whips beyond the dimly settled rays of another days light gone dark without you
Shadows stand starkly in the hues of dusk where you once stood in the face of the sun
Now gray shadows and sounds of the whippoorwill stand out against the silent rush of night
Winters warmth on the face of death again reminds me of the day when you were here
How the feel of cold soil on the warm hand brings crisply the picture of your life at the door
When you were the brightest object in my life, and your voice was the sound that by itself
Could silence the sounds of a hurricanes fury, but now, that is all gone
And the only remembrance of you rests in my mind, and a few trinkets gathered along the way
And they too will dim from my memory, but still in the end
You were the light, the sound and the source of my happiness, my tomorrow and my future
Now so silently, quickly and undeniably taken from me,
Leaving me with the shadow on the ground were once you stood.
Dedicated to Ann May 13 1977 to Dec 6 1992
Part deux, minus one...first blog
Ramblings, rants, confessions (but free from guilt), whatever else from a pirate living in civilized society.
Beware of women, they are more deadly than loaded shotguns.
Dream big, life gives you less!
Dedicated to my daughter Ann, 5-13-77 to 12-6-92.
From Stairway to Heaven...
.....Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
Theres still time to change the road youre on.......
My father always told me to only look back very briefly at your past, for persepctive, but dont dwell on it for life is always moving forward, and stray too long back in the past, and you will miss the present.
Beware of women, they are more deadly than loaded shotguns.
Dream big, life gives you less!
Dedicated to my daughter Ann, 5-13-77 to 12-6-92.
From Stairway to Heaven...
.....Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
Theres still time to change the road youre on.......
My father always told me to only look back very briefly at your past, for persepctive, but dont dwell on it for life is always moving forward, and stray too long back in the past, and you will miss the present.
