Christmas Cheer

Christmas
Joy to the world
God rest ye merry gentlemen...
God bless me, too.
Give me life
And peace of mind
And the courage to go on
Or the courage to give up.
Give me the strength to face each day,
Each aunt,
Each grandparent,
To face each fear.
Give me trust
Because, by golly,
Everyone that I used to love,
Trust,
Believe in...
They've left me high and dry.
No wonder I have no hope,
No wonder I have no choice.
I left it in Montandon,
I left it in West Milton...
He stole it away to Tennessee,
She took it to Delaware,
And now there's none left in Pennsylvania.
The only thing that's here
Is pain,
Doubt,
Fear,
And faithlessness.
People who hug me,
People who say they love me,
But they harbor runaways -
People who ran away with my heart.
And I hate it.
And at this time
When all is "merry and bright,"
I am simply dreary,
Weary of my plight.
And I ask again,
Why am I here?
Why do I live?
God, why do you torment me so
With endless heartbreaks,
Fears,
And lost hope.
So, I say to you all,
Merry Christmas,
Happy New Year,
May it be cheerful,
Colorful,
Hopeful,
Fun...
I pray I don't die
Of a broken heart
Before I get to see it.

~ December 26, 2007

A Plea

Hanging from the nearest tree
With a rope around my neck.
The rope is frayed...
I'm afraid it's soon going to snap.
I'm afraid to go,
But I'm afraid to stay.
There's so much I know,
So much I hate,
So much I fear,
And I wonder,
Truly, deeply wonder,
Is it too late?
Too late to live?
Too late to die?
Too late to be more
Than just another person
On this crowded earth;
Just another student trying to graduate.
Just another face,
Just another name...
Another someone to forget.
Don't forget!
Remember me!
I want to be more!
I want to be special!
There's still time...
Cut this rope from around my neck,
Let me down,
Let me live,
Let me be...
Let me be me.

~ December 7, 2007

A Sleepover

Silently she sits
In the big brown chair.
Her eyes are tired,
And wild is her hair.
She listens closely
To what the others say,
And only contributes a word or two,
Just waiting for day.
Another girl lays
Across the room
Talking about her life
And the horrible gloom
That was a friendship
For awhile,
But has since
Been torn apart by miles.
Her words seem to sink
Into the mind
Of yet another girl,
Who's heart is barely keeping time.
She glances back and forth
From brunette to blonde,
And her thoughts are racing
Despite attempts to be calm.
She tucks her bronze hair
Behind her small ear,
And her eyes focus
On the friends who are near.
But her thoughts are away,
Far away in the past,
And she's losing her concentration
Really, really fast.
She thinks of him,
And the pain he brought;
How he made her fear
And feel distraught.
A chill runs down
Her spine
As she catches a glance from her friend
And reads her mind.
They are together in this,
They both know the pain
That is caused in a life
By one man's selfish, dreadful gain.
And they know they will pray
For each other tonight,
They will pray that someday,
The wrong will be right.
Someday they'll look back,
And all will be well,
And they'll help others
Through their own personal hells.
'Til then, however,
On faith they rely
To help them get through
Whether they laugh or cry.
Their eyes meet again,
And are for a brief moment still.
They both know for sure,
Someday, recover they will.

~ December 30, 2008

To my dear Katie... you've already helped me. Love you, girl!

Old Friends

Late at night,
Or rather, early in the morning,
We're tucked in tight,
And we do the typical sleepover thing.
We play a game,
A round of fun,
And laugh and call names
'Til the night's almost done.
But when we settle down for sleep,
We whisper together
Secrets we'll keep
Forever and ever.
We talk of God,
Of things in our past,
That paths we've trod
And the lines we've cast.
We plan futures near,
And talk of boys
And other things dear,
How we're too old for toys
But too young to go away
To far New York, Pittsburgh, or even Philly near.
We plan the day
We'll come back here
And meet again.
We'll remember old times
As dearest friends,
Making rhymes
Without a reason why,
Singing songs,
Our laughter peeling high
Or low like deep gongs.

I'll love you guys,
And I'll miss you so,
But through life's lows and highs,
Apart we'll never grow.

~ December 30, 2008

To Sarah and Katie.

Poppies

A girl sits
In the middle of a field
Filled with flowers
Of the most beautiful hues.
She sits perfectly still -
Aware but unafraid.
She sees the storm approach,
As the poppies blow in the breeze,
But she does not move.
The flowers' scent is strong,
As strong as their passionate color
Is painfully brilliant,
And is goes to her head.
She yawns a bit,
And her eyes grow heavy.
Still she does not move
From her spot.
It is as though
She, too, has grown roots.
She sits and stares
At all and nothing,
As the clouds draw together
In an angry knot.
There is no pain,
Only the comfort
The darkness brings
To her tortured soul.
As her eyes grow heavier still,
The darkness deepens
And her world is filled,
For just a time,
With the heady, red scent
Of poppies.
It is as the last chord,
Played by nature's expert pianist,
Is fingered gently
As the world ceases to spin.
Her eyes close.
No one can save her now...
It is done.

Falling In Love

Ev'ry little thing that you do,
Everything you say
Makes me fall more in love with you.
I'm not sure what's happening here,
But my heart pounds
Whenever you are near.
You touch my hand,
And my butterflies throw a party
As my heart thuds to beat the band.
I don't know what to say,
So I giggle a lot,
And let you speak as you may.
All my friends
Warn me to be careful,
That all this eventually ends,
But I cannot see
How dark my life would be
If you're not here with me.
You leave for just a while
And my mood falls,
And I frown rather than smile,
For I miss you so
When you're not here
To keep my spirits high instead of low.
I see your face,
It's in my dreams
When I'm not in your embrace.
I've fallen too fast,
And I simply cannot break
This spell you've cast.
What have you done to my heart?
I cannot bear it
When we're apart.
Is that so strange?
Am I truly,
Truly so deranged?
I feel ridiculous
Writing these words,
Feeling this,
But I need you near me...
Stay, please,
For eternity!

What I Love

What do I love?
My darling, my dear,
I love you.
I love your eyes,
How they crinkle
When I make you smile.
I love your hands,
The way they hold me close
And play with my hair.
I love your voice,
The clear bass tones
That thrill my heart and melt me inside.
I love your hair,
Those crazy blond lock
That never stay in their place.
I love your laugh,
That obnoxious cackle of yours
That always tells me where you are.
I love how much you care
For silly little me
And my goofy personality.
I love your tolerance
For my crazy parents
And my little brothers.
I love that you
Spent a whole evening
At a ballet with me.
I love how you
Put your heart and soul
Into that piano of yours.
I love how you smile
And roll your eyes a lot
When I sing a high note.
I love how you listen
When I need...
Most guys never shut up.
I love how you try
So incredibly hard
To see into my tormented soul.
I love your poetry,
And how it makes me laugh and cry
When I read the ones meant for me.
I love that you play the bagpipes,
And love Scotland
As much as I love France.
You ask, what do I love?
My darling, my dear,
I love you!

Tales From Camelot

Time beyond time
Brings a tale of fate,
Of passion and love,
Of torture and hate.
Way back in days of old,
Tales are told
Of kings and queens
With crowns of silver and gold,
And the most famous of all,
King Arthur and his lady fair,
Were told of often in story and song.
Guenevere had golden hair,
And skin so pale
It reflected the lovely face of Lady Luna
When the nights grew long
And the silver of the moon
Shone upon the sleeping Camelot.
Arthur himself had a figure Greek,
And many a noblewoman
Strove for just a tiny peek
At the man who was said
To look like a god.
These two ruled Camelot,
And it was a beautiful land of mountain and sod.

Also in Camelot
Were knights so brave
They would cross the widest seas
Or brave the deepest cave
If 'twas the right thing to do.
They occupied a table round,
And kept King Arthur's head from the clouds
And feet on the ground.

Now, stories were writ
Of a forbidden romance between
Arthur's most beloved knight
And Guenevere, his fair unfaithful queen.
Lady queen fell into the eyes
Of Lancelot the brave,
And found it as impossible to climb out
As to return from the grave.
So Arthur arranged
For a joust to occur,
A joust; a good fight
For naught but the heart so pure
Of Guenevere the glorious.
King Arthur won,
As surely you know,
And Lancelot's life was done
As he lay in the arms of his queen.
She wept silent tears,
But cried no cries
To reach Arthur's ears
As his favorite,
His prize,
Died for the right
To stare into the queen's eyes
And feel her touch
Chill him to the bone.

Soon after this joust,
Guenevere's only child was born.
Merlin the magician
Blessed the tiny child
With the beauty of her mother
And a temperament mild,
And he named her Eleanor.
As the babe grew,
Merlin's blessing came to be.
Ev'ry knight and peasant knew
Of the young girl's beauty.
Arthur, fearing for her innocence,
Erected a tower quite high,
And it caused even the bravest knight to grow tense.
Upon completion of the pillar,
The girl's sixteenth year,
Merlin prophesied this:
Eleanor's mother Guenevere
Would not see the girl again,
For when the girl was rescued from tower high
The kingdom would mourn,
For their beloved queen would surely die.

Many a year passed,
And Eleanor's tears watered the ground
As she dreamed of the day
When horses hooves would pound
And a brave knight
Or handsome prince from a far-off land
Would rescue her
And earn her pale hand.
Her mother grew old,
And her father, too,
But still they ruled
Without a clue
That the end of their reign was near.
On the eve of Eleanor's thirtieth year,
She sat in the tower and plaited her hair
When a sound from below reached her ear.
A handsome lad,
Clad all in black,
Was scaling the stone wall
With just a rope and a sword on his back.
He reached the top,
And fell before his bride,
And Eleanor was filled from head to toe
With joy and pride.
Together they climbed down,
And they were married that night.

Guenevere died, as the magician said,
Died in her sleep without a fight,
And, mourning his dreadful loss,
Arthur abandoned his throne
And Camelot's gilded crown
Eleanor called her own.
Then she, too, bore a daughter,
A lovely maid
Who was by the magician
With the name Adelaide.
She was luckier by far, though,
Than her mother Guenevere,
For a son she bore, too,
A prince quite dear,
Named by Merlin
Michael the Bold.
Merlin loved the prince as his own son,
And promised the queen he would not grow cold.

Eleanor wrote and begged
Her father to come.
She attempted to bribe,
Even sending him a large sum.
She prayed he would come and behold
His own flesh and blood,
Play the great role
Of grandfather beloved.
He refused for some time
To leave his country home
And return to court,
Where he'd never be alone.
But, after fifteen long years
Of sorrow and tears,
He came out of hiding
One last time before retiring to his bier.
He traveled alone
With no guard and no sword,
Just a rough woolen cloak
And his kingly words
To keep him safe
From robbers on the way.
The journey was long -
It took many a day -
And as he neared the castle
He stopped to gaze
Upon a maiden fair,
Pacing about in a worried craze.
"My Lord, I am lost,"
She cried out to him,
"I fell in the river;
I could not swim,
And it's carried me too far."
Her voice fell soft
Upon his ear,
As the song of a bird aloft,
And the fire he'd not felt
For many a year
Rekindled him,
And his mind ceased to be clear.
He grabbed the girl
As if he were a young man
And turned away from castle and court,
Suddenly intent upon gaining her hand.
Back to his home
He rode without strife.
Never had he
Felt he had such life
As he did,
Holding her there,
Feeling her breath
And fondling her hair.
He took her
And swiftly laid her in his bed
And made love to her
As though they were wed.
"My beauty, my love,
Tell me your name,
That you may be mine
And I might make right my claim."
She replied,
Lips trembling with fright,
"I am Princess Adelaide,
And you cannot make this right.
My mother is queen of Camelot,
And she will have your head,
Quarter you,
Or perhaps burn you instead."
Then Arthur fell to the ground,
And horror struck his heart
As he realized
Whom he'd just torn apart.
His own grandchild,
The kingdom's heir,
Lay before him,
Her body bare.
He tore his robes,
For he knew what he'd done,
And knew for sure
He'd be quartered or hung
In the square
By his own child,
As, because of his greed,
Adelaide was defiled.
He cried out to God
And begged forgiveness,
But there was no reply,
And he knew he'd not get out of his mess.
He glanced 'round the room,
Avoiding her gaze,
And his eyes fell upon faithful Excalibur,
The sword from his kingly days.
His eyes widened in a wild craze,
And he took his sword from the wall,
Plunged it into his chest,
And to the floor he fell.
Adelaide jumped up with a shriek
And ran from the house with only a sheet
To cover her pale skin
As she ran in her bare feet,
Far away from the place.
'Though her mother worried and feared,
Adelaide would not tell
What caused her flow of tears,
A flow that would not cease.
She did not speak a word,
But rocked and hummed
Like a sweet songbird.
Michael her brother
Loved her dearly,
And longed to avenge her
And bring back her virginity,
But there was nothing to be done.
In nine months time,
She bore a child
And was whisked away that none would know her "crime."
She and the babe
Lived far-off in the north,
And time passed
'Til even she did not remember her worth.
And she spoke not a word
But to call the child to her side,
For the babe was the only soul
Poor Adelaide could abide.

When the child was four,
Adelaide was shocked to hear
From beyond the mountains to the east,
Scottish pipes falling upon her ear.
The tune she knew well,
'Twas the one she sang all day,
And both mother and child waited,
Anxious to see who came their way.

'Twas a Scottish lad
With hair of gold
And beard of red,
Who couldn't have been more than twenty years old.
Adelaide fell to her knees
Before the shocked man
And begged him,
Using only her hands,
To stay for a time.
He was hesitant,
But she persuaded him,
And to the tiny hut they went.
As she prepared bread and ale
For a measly little meal,
He told his tale,
And swore each part was real.
"I am Alistair,
Prince of Scots,
But I've no cause for throne
Or crown, 'though 'tis my lot.
I've run from life,
And am much happier here,
Playing and singing
For God and nature to hear.
I've run from court intrigue,
From prophecies and dreams,
From a place where greed is all that matters,
Or so it seems.
I've also escaped my fate,
For I was promised as a babe
I would wed by twenty,
And in a fortnight is that day."
As he spoke these words,
Adelaide caught his gaze,
And a blush crept into her cheeks,
And she giggled as she'd not done in many days.
Her tongue was loosed,
And she smiled a brilliant smile
As she told her sad tale to him.
It took quite awhile,
And when it was done,
The prince swallowed his pride
And promised to care for her
Until the day he died.
Her sorrow gone,
Adelaide immediately said yes,
Then explained to tiny Arielle
That Alistair would soon be more than a guest.
Then, too, she wrote to the court
And her brother, now king,
Of the miracle of true love,
And how 'twas a wondrous thing.
He begged her to be married at court,
And the couple agreed,
Knowing together they could face all,
The envy, fear, and greed
That was present in Camelot.
They were wed,
And were happier by far
Than any king or queen then dead.

For true love
Can save a life,
Bridge all caverns,
And bear all strife.
It spans he gaps,
Heals the heart,
And creates a bond
That nothing can tear apart.
History doesn't matter,
Only the promises made
To be faithful always
And not be led astray.
Only love and faith
Can make life worth living,
Can make each woman a queen,
Each man a king.

Love is a treasure,
A beautiful thing to behold,
As shows in this tale
Of kings of old.
It is God's blessed gift
To those who stay true,
Faithful to each other,
And to heaven, too.
I pray I can be
As Adelaide became,
Strong, happy, and brave,
Not lost and lame
As those with no love.
God's strength will make it well,
And love will prevail
Past all that seems like hell.
Past all that is gone,
All pain that will be,
True love will last
For all eternity.

On My 17th Birthday

I'm growing up too fast,
Surely it cannot be
I've turned seventeen at last.
It's frightening to me
That I've lost so much time
In those strange, dark corridors
Some call a mind.
I remember, as a child,
I played I was grown-up,
But the games were so mild
Compared to the full cup
I now receive each day.
I wish I'd listened then
To what my mother used to say,
You'll grow old
And wish to be young again,
But I was bold,
And could not imagine a time
When I would want to be small.
But now, once again,
We are past the fall,
And winter is coming fast,
And the day of my birth
Has once more passed
As a day of sorrow and mirth.
I'm happy with what I once wished,
A boy all mine,
(Who gave me a special birthday kiss),
Who I care for a great deal,
But to get here,
Many years life had to steal.
Years of joy and peace,
Playing with dolls
And cooking feasts
For the noblemen in my halls.
Years of laughter,
Prince Charming,
And, of course, "happily ever after."
Years of crushes,
Giggles and fun,
Oh, how they rushed!
I feel I've just begun!
I'm still a child
Within my heart,
Yet I am wild
And goofy...
Almost grown-up,
And yet still me,
Still playing dress-up.
I fear I may never truly grow...
But that's alright by me!
God made me so!

Unexpected Encounter

In my wildest dreams,
I would not have suspected this.
My boyfriend leaves
With a parting kiss,
And I wander around the church,
Singing, of course.
My heels make no sound,
And the soprano notes take no force.
I am carefree,
Or try to be,
But I saw his truck outside,
And fear is gnawing at me.
I don't want to be scared,
So I take a deep breath
And try to calm my nerves -
But I am scared to death.

I think all is well,
As I've yet to see him,
When suddenly I hear
That dreadful voice that makes my head swim.
"Hello, my dear,"
He growls,
And the sound is to me
As frightening as when a lone wolf howls.
I shudder as I turn
To face the man I dread.
I tremble a bit,
And cruelly wish him a blow to the head.
Evil bastard,
I think,
Why can't you just go away,
Instead of driving me to this brink?

"Yes?" I ask instead.
He asks of my shoes,
But I can feel his eyes,
And his intentions are clear beneath his ruse.
He sees me
As only God has seen before,
And, in his perverted mind,
I am no better - or worse - thank a cheap whore.

I'm worth more than this!
I silently shriek.
When I finally escape,
I feel dreadfully weak,
Like one torn apart
By a dreadful storm.
My body feels cold,
Then clammy and warm.
Tears are welling
In my closed eyes,
And I want nothing more
Than for someone to hear my pained cries.
But, alas, I cry to myself.
There is no one nearby
To hold me,
To comfort me as I cry.
We are in God's house,
And most consider the cause of my pain
To be glorious saint,
A pillar without a single stain
On his precious religious record.
But those fools do not know
The things I see,
Nor do they hear as I hear - No,
I'm not free
To do a thing.
For I turn a corner,
And, as if warned by a bird on wing
Of my approach,
He stands and stares
And dreams gross dreams
Of collecting my maiden "wares."
I hate him,
'Though 'tis truly evil,
For he is to me
An incarnation of the devil,
And should be treated as such.
For these thoughts, I myself should be
Condemned to hell
For forever... for an eternity.

So I pray, dear God,
Forgive me!
Surely you know,
Surely you see
Why I feel so horribly
Inclined to curse,
For there are few things
That could be any worse
Than being lusted after
By one's own flesh and blood,
A man you once cared about,
The grandfather you once might've loved.

~ December 3, 2008 ~

Christmas Spirit

Outside, the world is bleak,
There's not a flake of snow on the ground,
But the spirit's the thing we all love,
And you can see it all around.
Christmas carols are everywhere,
And it doesn't matter if you stay on pitch,
Because it's Christmas,
And everyone can sing without a hitch.
I can smell apple pie,
Christmas cookies in the oven,
Snowmen and trees and angels,
Baking by the dozen.
"Merry Christmas, Darling"
Is always in my heart
And I can't wait for the mistletoe
To be hung far above - from it, I'll not part.
In the air,
There's a feeling of joy,
A feeling of peace
For each girl and each boy.
And for those of us who know,
We are grateful for the thing
That, in this season,
Makes us sing.
We know Christ was born
To give us hope of a new day,
When together we will be
Forever and always.
We remember that He,
The Babe and the King,
Is our reason...
The only reason that we sing.

~ December 1, 2008 ~

I Love My Phone

I love my phone,
For when it rings
My heart jumps a million miles,
And I think of things
Precious and sweet
That make my heart melt
And send chills down my spine
Like I never have felt.
I see the name
On the telephone screen
And I let out a shriek,
Like one in a dream.
"Hello?" I coo,
(Or attempt to, anyway),
And he asks, "Are you busy?"
"I'd make time for you any day."
I try to stay calm,
Thoughts compressed and neat,
But I've thrills all over -
From my head to my feet.
I love his dear voice,
And the obnoxious laugh
That makes me giggle a lot,
As though I was daft.
I love when he calls,
For his voice is to me
Like the food of the gods
Surely must be.
Cupid aimed well,
And, try 'though I might,
I cannot easily hide
Or contain my delight.
Thank you, dear Cupid,
For shooting we two.
For a good deal of bliss
Is owed to you.

~ November 30, 2008 ~

Again On His Absense

My heart has gone away,
Far away with him.
A pink dawn begins a new day,
And a red sun lights the sky,
And I lay awake
And think I,
How fares my love?
Does he stay well?
"Car-oo, car-oo," cries a white dove,
And as I glance out my window
(In search of the bird)
I can see the glimmer of snow.
It brushes the sky,
Like a fine, powdery mist
All over - down low and up high.
I think of the fights
In the cold, fresh snow,
And of many cool nights
Made warm because he is near,
Because he gathers me in his arms
And calls me "my dear."
I think of times yet to come
When the pounding of our hearts
Will muffle the world's hum.
I think of these things,
And I smile a bit.
For the song that he sings
In his own whispered words
Is sweeter to me
Than the song of a whole flock of birds.
The words he writes
Bring tears to my eyes
And dreams in the night
Of my darling, my sweet,
Whom God ordained
I should happen to meet.
Fly home, my sweet love,
Fly to me,
Like an angel above.
Hold me near,
My sweet boy,
And whisper things dear.
For I miss your touch,
My heart!
I miss you so much....

~ November 29, 2008 ~

Happy One Month

On the day before Thanksgiving,
Entirely appropriate it is
That many of my thoughts and prayers
Should be his.
Today is a special day,
And I'm remembering times
That will never be forgotten
By my mind.
I remember the night
That we stood outside,
And I worked up the nerve
(At least, I tried)
To give him a kiss.
It was a brief little kiss, so chaste
Despite the solid fact
That for a kiss he'd not asked.

And I remember a bit later,
Exactly a week,
That we again stood together,
And I felt shy and meek
With his arm around me
As he whispered tenderly
And I giggled a lot
And tried not to be weak at the knees.
He touched my face,
And his lips touched mine
In a kiss that was brief,
Yet oh-so divine.
My heart did a little flip,
And my breath caught in my throat
As the kiss reached my soul,
Like an amazing bass note.

When he asked if I'd be his,
On the back of a noisy bus,
I know my answer was clear,
'Though 'twas a bit hushed.
For, now we've been together a month,
And thirty days have gone by
With nary a fight,
No sorrow or sigh
To break up the joy
That's become ours
Because of so many
Precious, passing hours.
And today,
As I think of those I love,
You are at the top of my list,
Like an angel from above.
You make me laugh,
You make me sigh,
And you are always there,
If for some reason I need to cry.
I thank heaven for you,
My darling, my dear,
And I'm counting the hours
'Til I may again hold you near.

~ November 26, 2008 ~

Written in celebration of our one-month "anniversary."

A Winter's Night

Snow falls
In soft, white flakes
Around us all,
One of the prettiest things
God chanced to make.
It falls on our hair
And coats the road
As through the air
The cries in the night
Are like a silent code,
Telling the Allies what to throw
And the Axis to throw back
Great balls of slush and snow
Across the path of pavement black.

I stand and watch,
A smile on my face,
And try not to be touched
By the crystals that fly
All around the place.

He is an Ally,
Faithful and true,
And he truly does try
To protect me
From the snowballs threw.
The night shimmers like glass,
And all 'round the lights,
Teenagers pass
The time that they wait
By being children in the night.
He laughs and plays, too,
Like a child long ago,
And smile I do
As he runs and laughs
And romps in the snow.
Suddenly he stops,
And comes to stand by me.
His unruly locks
Are covered in white,
But the look in his eyes is wild and free.
I am about to say so
When out of the blue
Says my sweet beau
(As dear as can be)
"You look quite pretty-ful, you do."
I giggle a bit
And his cheeks turn red.
My finger find the fit
In his hands intertwined,
As I brush snow from the top of his head.
"You're pretty all the time,"
He tries to clarify,
And the red from his cheeks creeps onto mine
As I giggle again,
In an attempt to be sly.
"It's just that this snow,
Falling softly around
Makes you look just so."
He says as he glances
Down at the ground.
I squeeze his cold hand
And look into his sweet face
As he quietly stands
And ascertains
This truly is the case.

My heart skips a beat
As he wraps his arms around me
And I stare at my feet,
Cold in the snow,
And I am happy.
I will never forget
This night in the snow,
Nor will I regret
The sweet man that I
Am so thrilled to know.

~ November 25, 2008 ~

You

Your smile is all I need,
Your touch is all I feel,
Your voice is all I hear,
Your face is all I see.
Your thoughts become my own,
Your feelings are set deep within my heart.
Your laugh makes me laugh,
Your smile makes me grin,
Your life has made me even more thrilled to live mine.
You're all I desire,
You're all I believe in,
You're all I love...
You're mine.

~ November 2, 2008 ~

Another Absense

There is piece of me, I fear,
That will always belong to you,
That will remember these times here -
Days filled with laughter
And mem'ries that I'll cherish
For years and years after.
You go now, my heart,
If just for a time,
And all the while we're apart
I'll think of you,
The things we love,
And the things we do
When we are near.
And I speak not,
For I hear
Your voice in my head,
Your laugh in my heart,
And as I lay in my bed
I think of you only
And cannot wait for Sunday,
When you'll be here with me.
Go enjoy this time with family and friends,
But be safe and stay well,
And come back to me again.

~ November 25, 2008 ~

Upon His Absense

To D.C. you go
My dear, but know
I'll miss you so much,
Miss your voice and your touch.
The look in your eyes,
The one I so prize,
I shall miss tonight
Along with your strength and your might.
Go hear the pipes play,
But be back for a new day
So we may sit backstage
And ignore the page
The rest of the cast is on...
No, we'll be gone
In a land all our own
Where no wind can moan
And the grass is green,
Shining with the sheen
Of the sun above.
This is a world built on love,
And I'll return time and time again
Although I know not when
And I know not how,
I think of it now
And I smile
A happy, cheesy smile
To think of we two
Together, me and you.
Go on to your band,
You'll miss the feel of my hand
And before the night ceases to be
You will return home to me.

~ November 5, 2008 ~

Our Fairy Tale

Once upon a time

In a far-off land

There lived a fair princess

And a prince who sought for her hand.

The two were as perfect

As couple could be,

And they often walked together

Along the shores of the rolling sea,

Staring into each others' eyes,

Holding hands and holding hearts,

And making vows to each other

That they never would part.

She was a beauty,

With hair of gold,

And he was quite brave,

As were most heroes of old.

But their love could not last,

Not as perfect bliss,

For there was another

Who jealously watched each sweet kiss,

And his heart was filled

With envy and crime,

For the princess was the loveliest

Creature of that time.

And he began to plot

And maniacally plan

A way that he, instead,

Might gain her fair hand.

Thus on the eve

Of the feast of All Saint's,

He caused her mother, the queen,

To fall in the deepest of faints.

All royals in the land

Flocked to her side,

For she was their pride,

And they feared that she'd died.

As they were occupied,

He caused the princess, too,

To sleep peacefully

As only the greatest sorcorers could do.

He rode away

With the girl on his horse,

With nary a map,

For he well knew his course.

He set off for a mountain ,

High in the sky,

Where he and his bride

Would soon together lie.

As he went,

Behind them rose

A forest

Such as now cannot grow.

Every branch was covered in thorn,

Not a blossom could be seen,

All twigs were black;

There was no green.

This wood grew tall

As it spread out wide.

Any soul desiring to pass

Would soon be lost inside.

* * * *

Asleep still was she,

As they rode up the mount,

And the miles flew by

With no one to count

How far they'd gone

Since the palace they'd left.

For the princess slept as though dead

And the sorceror was deft

At covering his trail

And knowing how far

He had yet to go

Before they reached the farthest star.

Beyond this star,

On the highest mountain peak,

Sat a castle of gold,

Bright as the tears glistening on her pale cheek.

Here she was laid,

'Til in a fortnight she'd awake

And discover herself alone,

For envy's evil sake.

* * * *

We leave her there now

And return to her prince.

It did not take long

For the king to convince

The boy (who was dear)

To rescue his love,

To again bring her near,

To remove her white glove,

And kiss her pale hand,

And kiss her red lips,

No matter how long

Or how many the trips.

* * * *

And so he set off,

With nary a guide,

To find where the Evil

His precious love did hide.

Armed with his sword

And his courage alone,

He set out in peace -

'Though the wind continued to moan.

The night was black

As he rode on,

And he began to wonder

If he was as good as gone.

As he rode

He though only of his love's fair face,

And her heart so pure

It put the saints in their place.

Thus he came

To the forest of black.

Frightened he was,

But still, he began to attack

The trees filled with magic

With evil inside

Until, truly, he wished

He could run and hide.

The forest was endless,

And so sharp were the thorns

That tore into his flesh

Like a million bulls' horns.

His face became scratched,

Blood poured down his cheeks

And he began to get dizzy,

And fell down in the brush like he'd been there for weeks.

Just when he thought

He almost was done

There tore through the brush

A beast on the run.

* * * *

It's eyes were flamed red

And it swung its great head

Towards our hero and then!

With a slash of his sword, it fell down dead.

Its great body shriveled at once

And the prince gasped, for lo!

There lay the sorcorer,

His greatest foe!

Rather than red,

The blood that streamed from the wound

Gleamed, obviously black

In the light of the moon.

The blood seaped to the roots

Of all the great trees,

And the prince was soon able

To cut them with ease.

He came to the castle,

And climbed a tall stair

To find the princess,

Mournfully weeping tears of despair.

And as he approached,

The stair made no sound,

Nor did his foot

Fall heavily on the ground.

She knew not that he approached

And she gasped with fright

As he kissed her pale cheek,

Then she laughed with delight

And cared not what blood

Stained her elegant dress

As she kissed away tears

And fondled each tress.

She bandaged each wound

Using strips of the lace

That she'd lovingly sewn

Caring for naught but to see the love on his face.

* * * *

Soon they returned

To the happy land by the sea,

Where the kingdom rejoiced

To see her and he.

They swiftly were wed,

And all of their life

They cherished the tale

Of how they became man and wife.

~ November 3, 2008 ~

Treasure

In days of old,
Nothing was more precious than gold.
But now, today,
We all pray
For something that's pure,
Something that's sure,
A love that's new,
Like morning dew
Fresh on the ground,
A treasure to be found.
More precious than silver
Is the feeling I feel all over,
And rubies cannot compare
To the passion in the air.
I would rather toss emeralds into the sea
Than lose what is here between you and me.
Important we are not,
But happy with our lot...
Together for now,
'Though we do not know how.
I have faith in the pow'r
Of each passing hour
That we are together,
Building bonds no man can sever.
We are together,
Together forever,
And I love it!

~ November 2, 2008 ~