From Afar

                                 



                          I have loved you
                                          "FROM AFAR"
                                         And that is all that
                           I could or can do.
                               Life dealt me
                                    the cards that
                                          that I must play,
                           And the choices
                                 that I have made
                                      have done the rest.
                                             Perhaps if there be
                            Another life after this,
                                  I will find what I cannot posses now.
                                          I can only hope that
                                              " That the grass only seems greener
                             on the other side,"
                                   does not
                                             prevail.

Night Time Tears

\                                    I cried again last night.
                                                                         Don't ask me, "Why?"
                                     I doubt if I could tell
                                                                          a reason for I, myself,
                                     am not completely sure.
                                                                          Was it finding his house
                                     empty of not only him,
                                                                           but objects of memories
                                     that will never be returned?  Was it sixth out of seven
                                                                            although I gave it my all?
                                     Was it suffering the staying
                                                                            home from auditions because
                                     the fear of rejection was too high?
                                                                             I cried again last night,
                                     and probably tonight, my pillow
                                                                             will catch more tears.
                                     Having control is what we all
                                                                              seek, but life's circumstances
                                     really have the wand that
                                                                               either strengthens or weakens
                                     one's ability to resists.

Good-bye Wasn't Necessary?

                                 She knew she didn't have
                                         to say "good-bye"
                                            She had taught me about
                                                the blue-myrtle quickly spreading
                                                      to cover the ground around it.
                                 I had learned that the tiny
                                           white wind flower would bloom
                                                around the same time every spring.
                                                    I knew the taste of spruce gum
                                                         and where to find trailing arbutus.
                                  I knew that the small pool lay undisturbed
                                             except for the first leaf of fall that lay
                                                   on the top, and that only the shy animals
                                                            are the only ones that come for a cool drink.
                                  Some secrets she kept for herself.  I'll never know
                                               about the "blood on the moon," or who
                                                    was "the crone" who watched her smoke
                                                              the pot alone"

Will it be Daffodils?

                    Why won't they let him be
                                                  What he wants to be?
                      Maybe next time, but
                                                    Will unneeded hate
                       be reincarnated?
                                                     Will his next life be
                       one where love can be love
                                                       unquestioned by anyone?
                        Across the field,  I see
                                                        daffodils growing in
                        profusion where only
                                                        roses are allowed to
                        grow now.

VALENTINE?

                                       
                                       



                                   I wanted to send a Valentine,
                                       to show that I can love.
                                          I'm more than a rose or
                                             just  a candy heart.
                                   I'm still the one you wanted
                                         so many years ago,
                                           the one you found,
                                               seemingly unloved.
                                   The one you made feel loved
                                          back then, so many years
                                             ago.  The one who wonders
                                                 today, What happened
                                    to make you return me to where
                                           I was before I found that
                                              Valentine I thought had
                                                   made my tears vanish forever?

This poem I wrote recently and decided to share:



                    Another
                          chapter
                               a page
                    only  turned,
                           but the book
                                is not
                    finished.
                          Is this
                                 a tragedy,
                    a mystery,
                          a romance,
                                 or
                    just
                          everyday life
                                    trying
                    to exist
                           as it
                                    really is?
                    adding a
                           new chapter
                                    when needed.