Lugh’s Garden

Will you walk with me?
Not forever, just a while,
We can go your way,
Or maybe wander a bit,
Then decide which way to go.

Will you talk with me?
Nothing special, just a chat,
Tell me what you love,
And what things make you happy,
Then I’ll tell you about me.

Will you smile for me?
Just a little, so I can
See your pretty eyes,
And how they sparkle when they
Peek out from behind the pain.

Will you hold my hand?
Not for long, just a moment,
Until I can think
Of just the right words to say,
“Thank you, for walking with me.”

I want nothing more,
Than a place to put my love,
A hand I may hold
When darkness wraps around me,
To hear at last, “I love you”.
But I will settle
For a place to put my love,
Two eyes to cherish,
And a heart that will feel joy
If I should say, “I love you”.

I had a little gift,
No one to give it to,
And so I put it in a box,
To keep it fresh and new.
Though the box was silver,
The lock upon it, gold,
I knew the gift would soon become,
A faded thing, and cold.
Nothing lasts forever,
Some things, a shorter while,
But gifts like this need frequent use,
Like happiness, and smiles.
And so, my little gift,
Is soon to die, it’s true,
Unless I give this box of love
To someone just like you.

(I know, it’s pretty sappy. That’s what happens when you learn to read from a box of Valentine’s cards)

Sad eyes,
Hiding behind
A sunshine colored veil,
Straining to hold back a torrent
Of tears.

Anger,
Trying to hurt
A heart, felt unworthy
For love, a heart that others know
Is pure.

Old eyes,
Trying to see
A way into a soul
That stands, arms outstretched, praying to
Find love.

Tears heal,
And gentle words,
Like balm upon a wound,
Meant only to ease the pain in
Sad eyes.

There is a spark that hides somewhere within
The soul, that love will turn into a flame,
And if love’s whisper should, this fire, begin,
No longer, can the heart remain the same.

For love and reason never can exist,
Within the vessel bounded by the mind.
If love be there, well, reason won’t be missed,
Keep reason there, and love you’ll seldom find.

Sometimes the flame of love burns like a star,
That fills the heavens with unending light,
Sometimes, it burns the heart and leaves a scar,
Then drowns in tears, to leave us with the night.

But this you must believe, I would not lie,
In souls like yours, that spark will never die.