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Monday, February 28, 2005

Life
A great call out to you and me
Across the mountain
Sing with the joy of the larks
Life
It never ceases
To be interesting
As the wind snatches at the paper horses across the sky
Life
Fly down to the ground
And sing with all your might
Life
Don't tell me
What I can and cannot love.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

I bent over you
And place a gentle kiss upon your forehead
And I just sat there in the bedroom
And look at you in the dark
And I never felt so lonely
Just so near to you
But unable to say all the things I wanna say to you
And knowing I am unable to be with you
I have to go soon
It's only three more hours until dawn
Yet I am unable to leave
Unable to make myself move away from you
And a silent tear falls down my face
As I watch you sleep in the dark
Time passes so slowly
And I wonder how much we will change
Will we be able to recognize one another
The next time we meet again?
I wish I knew you better
I wish I knew myself better
Sweet, warm, red roses brush against the window
By the time the next scent reaches you I would be gone
And you would never know I was there
Watching over you
For one last time.

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

In that gentle glade.
She falls away in darkness May
She falls upon a gentle glade
She lies there shuddering in her rage
She breathes so quickly from all her haste
O! My lady
Tell me why
Your eyes flash so in brilliant hate
Your lips, they tremble, your cheeks so red
ANd tears, they threaten, to fall post-haste
O! My lady
What have you seen
To cause you so to break away
From great house yonder, with no delay
As you flee so fast with growing hate
I'll tell you why
I fled so fast
I was away in Adelaide
When mother o' mine, she passed away
When once my dear mother, in earth she lay
I departed in sadness from that tragic place
And so early did I leave Adelaide
To find my husband with the maid
They tried to hide but 'twas too late
I saw them both upon my bed
O what rage!
What anger!
Poured through my veins
And swept away my grief and ache
I trembled so like an earthquake
While color rushed onto my face
O how I longed!
To kill them both!
But yet a step I did not take
Until at last my feet found wings
With shuddering cry of hate and pain
From yonder house I rushed away
O faerie wise
Tell me now
Tell me now what should I say
My head hurts so I cannot think
I long to lie here till I'm dead
O faerie voice, O forest sage
O my lady!
Make no mistake!
I am no faerie who lives in this glade
A man I am, with no such unearthly grace
But a neighbor from yonder that hill and this glade
Who has long admired your own spritely grace
And 'twas this eve I was walking this way
Under the passing of dusk with this day
When I saw fair lady with such anguished face
That sorrow that tore me from heart to my head
O! My lady!
Cry not in vain
The pain you feel will one day fade
And heart will heal in latter days
Your grief will some day ebb away
And you'll find one to restore your faith
O! My lady!
My heart dismays
To see you here with such heartache
I can't do much but to promise one day
That some one will come in latter days
And restore your hope, your love, your faith
O kind stranger!
O what comfort
You bring to this wretched lady today
I thought my life over on this hard day
Yet rescue me did you from the dark edge
Of sorrow and despair, where I lost my way
Now tell me kind stranger
What is your name?
Won't you be the one
To heal my heartache?

Picture taken from Devolution.

Haikus

Don't be such a fool
Kiss me, hug me, do me now
And I love you too

Great big flowers fall
Crimson and white dot my eyes
A sakura falls

Great clouds of deep gold
White and mauve flash 'cross the sky
A brilliant sunset


Drawing in the darkness
Pitch black and wet; smell the ferns
In the water well

A stinging line draws
Across my open white arm
I cry as blood shows

©all poetry copyrighted by marilyn 2004
Pictures at the top of page taken respectively from Yahoo Movies, Carson National Forest, Paris étudiant, Thomas Paquette Paintings.

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