Beside the Waters

 

Their hearts met on the ocean,

Far from any shore,

Their hearts met one another,

Like neither met before,

Young man to see the world,

Young beauty returning to family,

The met upon the ocean,

Out across the ocean,

They met upon the ocean,

Away from any shore.

They shared words of discovery,

Learning about each other,

Secret places they each adored,

Finding one they knew together,

In a small Italian village,

A cafe beside the sea,

With tables beside the waters,

Right beside the waters,

Together beside those waters,

Is where they wished to be.

Then at night the storm did come,

Upon the Mediterranean,

Howling winds upon the ship,

Waters rising up inside,

The two clung together in darkness,

Till the waters pulled them apart,

He shouted, “I will find you by the waters,

The cafe beside the waters!

Go to our place beside the waters!”

Were his final words.

There were survivors of the shipwreck,

Some who made it to the village,

Some of us who heard those lovers,

To that cafe we did go,

Beneath the clouded moonlight,

Between the seaside tables,

A ghostly beauty stood awaiting,

By the railing she was waiting,

But when the moonlight struck her waiting,

We could see her no more.

Having been shaken to the soul,

We resolved to go back together,

Those of us with courage,

On a black and moonless night,

We approached that cafe railing,

To see the shadow of a young man,

To his love he was calling,

Across the waters calling,

We ran to where he was calling,

And he vanished from our sight.

It has been many years since,

I have heard that cafe is closed now,

And the locals still hear those lovers,

On the quietist hours of night,

In the moonlight she still calls him,

On the moonless nights he cries out,

“Oh, come to me I am waiting!”

In the moonlight she calls waiting,

In they same place they are waiting,

Beside the waters of tragic love.

Bard of Life

For Corine

To the eyes she might seem alone,

But you must see through your heart,

For her joy is just a magnet,

And it has been such from the start.

She has been a friend to many,

Both a mother and a wife,

Though her hands are wrinkled now,

Her eyes are full of life.

A strong woman of faith,

Through her life she always prayed.

To face all with God is her motto,

She still follows this every day.

She has much to share with others,

And each day there is even more,

With joy she keeps the path of life lit,

While her heart remains an open door.

When her husband closed his eyes,

She turned her eyes to the open road,

As host to many in campgrounds,

 To travelers both young and old.

At home she is still playing the part,

Sharing stories of life like a bard,

Following a determined trail of joy,

A choice which should never be hard.

She will never run out of tales,

Though she is a gal who is just 92,

Some say she may talk too much,

I could never think that is true.

With such a love of life,

There is always more to share,

A change of course is not easy,

But you can do so if you dare!

The Bonded Heart

For Stacey and Brianna

There are fingerprints, 

Owned by each heart, 

Unique as each soul,

Embraced by the moon,

For in that soft light,

Each heart seeks to find,

A mirror reflection,

In a dream strong and true.

Dreams are made real,

When the power of passion,

Brings such desires,

Into the world,

And such was the case,

When they found each other,

In the touch of the heart,

There was magic unfurled.

When they first did meet,

Their hearts did touch,

Each leaving impression,

Upon the other,

Two souls found,

The two became one,

For the fire of the heart,

Is like no other.

When the love became more,

For two hearts to bear,

Into this life,

A third heart came,

So full of joy,

So full of light,

Reflecting her parents,

Who gave her the same.

He gave her a symbol,

Unique and belonging,

Using his thumbprint,

To make a start,

So when she would add hers,

At an angle to his,

Their special imprints,

Did form a heart.

Through good days and bad,

Through laughter and tears,

On a journey of love,

They shared their life,

Until he received word,

That he would soon go home,

With six months left,

To be with his wife.

Two years have passed,

Yet  he is not gone,

For in his wife and daughter,

His love shines through,

And she wears this symbol,

Of their bonded heart,

For love defies boundaries,

Shining forever true.

From the Heart

Inspired by Eastlake Church making one last Night to Remember against all odds on 3/13/2021.

 Magic is a real thing,

It is made through love,

The fire for all spirits,

From his heart above.

For the seemingly impossible,

Can happen any day,

For love knows no boundaries,

Love is the only way.

They would give time and money,

They would give a place for song,

So the meek and unnoticed,

Could have a night of Prom.

For those with special needs,

And the parents bearing scars,

Could see their children honored,

And treated just like stars.

Then pandemic fears hit,

Where people could not meet,

The red carpet that they loved,

Was pulled from under their feet.

Then the church came together,

They prayed to find a way,

To give their love to those with need,

And then they named the day.

They gathered in the parking lot,

So the families could drive through,

With gifts and cheers and music,

Along with anything else they could do.

And so a miracle did happen,

Through a line of cars,

With love given along they way,

So those kids could feel like stars.

The Storm

A cold wind blows,

Mountains conceal the beast,

He rises obscuring the sun,

Clouds rolling in fear before him,

Birds take silent shelter,

Nature holds her breath,

As silence enfolds our hearts,

Till the sky is split by fire,

The heavens rumble to the ground,

Ice rains from a cold heart,

As the wind becomes a lion’s roar,

And life pours forth from the sky,

Waters awakening the seeds below,

To stretch forth green greetings,

Ready for the rays of the sun.

 

Imperfections

 

Beauty is imperfection,

Creatively arranged,

By the wind and the rain,

By the sun and the moon,

By the genes and the blood,

By the paint and the brush.

In faces reflection,

A mosaic of pigments,

No hair the same,

One ear a bit higher,

Teeth are never perfect,

Yet a smile always is.

The sky is always different,

In the weather that enfolds us,

In a day too cold or warm,

In a sunset obscured by clouds,

Or no clouds to give it color,

Yet one is never like another.

Yet all we see is just refraction,

Light bouncing in reflections,

Casting in our eyes impressions,

Meaningless in themselves,

Until the mind brings understanding,

Yet only the heart can truly see.

Embrace imperfections,

In a state of constant amazement,

Never letting go of wonder,

To explore the next land encountered,

The next heart on the journey,

For live is an adventure of beauty.

Through Her Eyes

For International Women’s Day 2021

What could my eyes see?

I saw eating to work,

I saw working to eat,

I could see how to fix things,

But not things of the heart,

Until my heart was awakened,

And I could see through her eyes.

A woman was born,

To see through the heart,

And speak pure feeling,

So that our hearts may awaken,

Into a world of colorful joy,

Seeing truth through the heart,

By the warmth of her hand.

She may laugh not knowing why,

Just as quickly she may cry,

For her soul is woven to her heart,

Knowing what the mind can not see,

She has intuition beyond belief,

For love is the unbreakable bond,

And she brings it into the world.

In every woman old or young,

Is found this magic for everyone,

Yet my soulmate introduced it to me,

Helping me to be all I can be,

I can now see the world through love,

Since she was sent to me from above,

So that I could see through her eyes.

 

After the Rain

 Tears are for healing,

When they fall from the sky,

Kissing the tired ground,

Worn out and dry.

Everything that lives,

Depends upon the rain,

Everyone that cries,

Heals from their pain.

After the showers,

The world is at ease,

In the cleansing of the soul,

The heart is at peace.

After the rain,

When night does fall,

The dogs do not bark,

No birds seem to call.

For with all washed clean,

Life on the rain depends,

As twilight spirits rise,

To greet the stars again.