The tears you don’t cry
Sometimes hurt me so much more,
For how they hurt you,
Than words of anger and pain,
Thrown my way for small reasons.
If my actions hide
How much I really love you,
It’s only weakness
In a soul, not fit to love
One as wonderful as you.
You are the morning,
And the daytime of my life.
You are the starlight
That pushes back the darkness,
When night wraps close around me.
When I am lonely,
Your memory comforts me,
And loneliness fades
Into the joy that I find
Believing I have your love.
In my finest times,
I am just a reflection
Of the joy you bring,
When joy is not washed away
By too many daytime tears.
As I grow older,
And so much farther from you,
I cherish moments,
Spent with quiet memories
Of the life I’ve dreamed with you.
Once more, I’ve felt the warmth of loving part,
A cold, grey pall now chills a sky, once blue.
The love that beamed the sun into my heart,
Is now an empty window, with no view.
The golden hopes of summer now have gone,
Dissolving into fall’s chaotic hues,
And as the winter chill advances on,
My summer gold turns winter’s white and blue.
The landscape of my life is held in mist,
The future of my love, a twilight gray,
Though I can yet recall each cheek I’ve kissed,
Love’s brightest joys begin to fade away,
Still, love may come once more before I die,
To light my life, like springtime’s morning sky.
Kiss away the night,
And my love will enfold thee
Til the morning light,
When angels open flowers,
To greet the morning hours.
It fell in chaos,
My last year, like an old tree
Standing on dead roots,
Limbs, unsteady in the wind,
Waiting for the storm to come.
And the storm did come,
Dreams, tossed about like dead leaves,
Hopes, dashed against time,
The fates, laughing like lightening
In clouds of my confusion.
Tears, falling like rain
Upon my life’s barren earth,
Rising to a flood
That would purge the detritus
Of my last year, in chaos.