Romantic

Sometimes there’™s a desire to leap to try at things as yet untried With untried wings to reach to places exciting, wondrous, challenging. To do that which seems impossible – that only imagination can conceive in their secreted place of hiding To speak of things that live deep inside And do not bear the stuff of sensibility – Incredulity – the stuff of youth’™s imaginings For with one’™s rationality comes often fear that leads to doubt and from the heights’ one looks down to say It’™s foolhardy – the thought of fools born of stupidity such a leap into a void And with a sigh folds the wings that might have, incredibly Reached to wondrous heights -‘  to infinity. One sighs …

You’™re silent – you never speak of things mysterious and deep Nor yet do I – but here they bide and seek a cranny wherein to hide. There their song reverberates within the blood – within the mind nor can we ever truly find a way to say what can’™t be said but only read through glistening eye like through a crystal’™s glass a tale of love that’™s far that’™s nigh. So hiding,’  they arcanely lie ‘˜Till times are done – ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Until we die.

Rose petal lids serenely closed on smiling eyes Pale cheeks peacefully grace her quiet lips Like a babe she sleeps and surely dreams of Paradise And I, a Prince desiring nothing more ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  than to kiss that face of innocence

Once in a sometime both you and I In some ether world we’ll together fly And reach for the moon with star-filled eye And sing each a song that will never die Once in a sometime a hope and’  dream Behind us will glow in a rainbow’s stream And we’ll smile and know that we both have seen ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  As gracious a love as has ever been

On’  wings of wind my spirit flies Sans wind, distressed, it droops and sighs Where’™s the soul with lighted eyes To take delight and share? You’™re the wind beneath my wing Sans you I have no song to sing No sun, no colour no gladdening ‘˜tis not that you don’™t care ‘ The rose you left its petals fall Each a memory to recall Of colour and sound and water’™s fall Its sad now you’™re not here ‘ But memory, too, is bright and strong And brings me back our happy song I know for sure it can’™t be long ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  and you’™ll be near once more

No longer rages my love for you No longer the heart’s in throes But deep and peaceful the waters flow And still my true love grows In peace more beautiful than in storm In autumn’™s browns and gold And ever will my love for you Deepen to depths untold Peaceful in shadows green and blue A star shines high above That lights a promise of bygone years ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  That naught will change my love.

Two Each half waking Half sleeping Each one’s cheek on the other’s palm Eyes closed Not a peep Half- thoughts Silent Calm Fresh morning air Soothing Balm Invigorating Peace – before the stormy day One, using the magic moment Dozes ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  With downy thoughts of he and she.

When spirits meet there is no thought Of earthly things that end in naught But in a purity of sparkling wine Enjoin to share of things sublime Created by a mind inspired By joy or pain. A spirit fired That sets to flight a creation new To fly as free as I or you A thing of beauty and power divine To taste as if ’twere yours or mine The nectar of the almond tree Ambrosia of the fat queen bee When spirits meet ’tis a meeting of Two thoughts enfolding something loved As pure as laughter in child’s delight Or Venus in a starry night With brightened eye they meet in joy In evening’s or fresh morning’s glow And …

I sought a dormant something in me waking, I found it in a wonderous poet’s line; Like a sparkle on a cascade – water breaking, Within me placed it safely,’ made it mine.

A round table small, cosy Eyes smiling over the smiling lip of a coffee cup Its aroma sweet seeps through rosy lips Caressing the lip of the cup Oh, would that lip be mine – ‘ sense the sweet touch’  of love divine