Memorial Day

Have a great Memorial weekend

It Always Will be You

I never thought you’d be the one
the one to pierce my soul
and leave an empty place
a hole, where there’s an ember
still a glow
of love that burns for you
burns for the love
the love that we once knew

I never thought you’d be the one
to take my heart and run
from a love that just begun
a love I thought I knew
it always would be you
I never thought you’d be one
but it always will be you

Sing to My Heart

Sing to my heart
caress my dreams
for a day or an hour
as eternity seems
like the quiet whisper
in the rustling of leaves
or perhaps in just a breath of you
like the kiss of a gentle breeze

Then hold me
in a secret thought
that only we can know
somewhere between
the day and night
where only love can grow
then sing to me
oh dream of mine
of what only true love knows

The Dreamer

Picture credit: Caspar David Friedrich “The Dreamer”

 

 

Dreamer, a poem
by SteveHi

I’ve dreamed of ships on silken seas
and foreign ports of mysteries
with rowdy bars and dancing girls
with laughing eyes beneath untied curls
and kicking legs as skirts boldly rise
giving lustful light to sailors eyes
always just enough to tease
with lingering dreams
of their mysteries

On Melancholy

Verses by Soren Kierkegaard

 

Besides my other numerous circle of acquaintances I
have one more intimate confidant-my melancholy. In
the midst of my joy, in the midst of my work, she
waves to me, calls me to one side, even though
physically I stay put. My melancholy is the most
faithful mistress I have known, what wonder then,
that I love her in return.

Black Birds

This is a brief account of an incident that I witnessed over a year ago. I used it as a prelude for story I wrote at that time.

I had just walked outside after lunch on very warm summer afternoon. I taken by surprised as I saw Hawk grab a Blackbird out of the sky and bring to the ground not far from where I stood . In an instant five or six other Blackbirds started attacking the Hawk and caused it to release its catch. The little bird escaped with its friends and the Hawk flew away empty clawed.

The tenacity of those Blackbirds amazed me, they would stop at nothing to save their family or friend, whatever the case was. In this instant they were successful .

You can draw the obvious conclusions and parallels to human character how ever you like. It was for me a hopeful event. In these uncertain times it served as a reminder for me of the importance of family and real friends.

Wishing peace and safety to you all.

Steve 

Sunrise

The sunrise seems hurried today
harsh and bright it falls
I feel some anticipation
as I watch and wait
for some imagined sound
a crash or clap of thunder
as life is exposed
instead I hear doves
their sad mourning sound
echoes across the valley
some near some far
now the Robins sing
about their busy day ahead
as the air is slowly warmed
by the sun

For The Gods of Broken Promises

They walk close to the walls
of city stones that climb
high into the black of night
that hovers with menace
above the glare
harsh and white below
they walk silent
clinging to shadows and corners
tunneled into alleys
comforted by paper or plastic
full of amber liquid dreams
sickening sweet , chasers
for the lies they eat

A vision through red eyes
warped thoughts spun
from garbage cans
fallen and dumped
behind walls of boxes
shadows paused
as if waiting
for the world to die
and fade away

While the funeral fires
burn on piled heaps
of worn out dreams
haunted faces painted
on gathered tribes
with ashen grey smiles
with teeth enough
and anger to bite
at legs too tired
can’t run
cold and numb become
more to sacrifice
for the Gods
of broken promises
the fires burn bright

Statues Dream

Life was a room
full of statues
made of wood and stone
surrounded by clouds
to dream alone
passing time
just to drift away
to a memory
of a happy day
that is yet to come
so alone all together
nothing was the way
of passing time
alone together everyday
in the mist or
in ashes of dreams
nothing what it seems
the statues drift
and  stare at clouds
not daring
to dream out loud
in world full of statues
made of wood and stone
drifting some place
far away
never finding home

Hollow Words

What is there to say of today
with words are so hollow
they seem
like bells rung
the sound lost
with the wind
blown away
to some lonely place
waiting for a whisper
of love so long silent
and a tear to fall
taking sadness
far from my heart
far away from missing
the moments escaping
in-between heart beats
the words too hollow
to say
what I feel today