Every Morning

Every morning I awaken,

you in my heart and mind.

Each moment of every single day,

you're in my thoughts, I find.

Throughout the busy evening hours,

you're there to keep me strong.

A presence without which I'd fail;

a soul mate when nights are long.

At midnight, when the stars shine down

you sing to me on the wind.

Each gentle, warmly blowing breeze

a promise that you send.

In deepest night, you hold me close

even though you're far away

keep me safe from darkest thoughts

until the break of day.

Night Vigil

The sun's light fades, grows weak and dim
as evening slowly falls
Radiant stars come wandering in
to peek through dusk's misty gauze


Bright full moon then marches forth
with smiling, twinkling face,
and parts the luminescent veil
to take his rightful place


As through the night, they stand their guard
these patient stars and moon
Then, at dawn, they greet the sun
as he relieves night's gloom


(Photo is 'Foggy Moon at Midnight' by James Jones)

Sharing The Weight

Your shoulders must seem so heavy at times

your valiant strength ready to fold.

You carry the burden of many pursuits

a mountain of dreams to uphold.

Through fears and heartaches, you offer yourself

with never a thought for the cost.

No hesitation for damages done;

for the pieces of you that are lost.

So when you are drained, lonely, afraid

feeling small in a huge world of doubt

My shoulders will be there to carry the load,

to strenthen you inside and out.

In Honour Of Shakespeare

Today being the anniversary of Shakespeare's death, I thought I'd post one of my favourite Shakespeare poems. First read this one in middle school and I've always loved it.

They That Have Power to Hurt

They that have power to hurt, and will do none,

That do not do the thing they most do show,

Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,

Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow,-

They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,

And husband nature's riches from expense;

They are the lords and owners of their faces,

Others, but stewards of their excellence.

The summer's flower is to the summer sweet

Though to itself it only live and die;

But if that flower with base infection meet,

The basest weed outbraves his dignity:

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;

Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

Soul Fit

 

At each and every dawn

I rise and don your essence.

Hugging me 

with the warmth of a winter coat

-a perfectly-sized hand over my heart-

it protects me

from freezing realities,

from harsh, abrasive egos

whose only aim is destruction

of others' souls.

 

Sometimes Silence Is Better

To speak for common good is fine

and yet, still common, not divine.

If as a God you see  yourself,

leave your opinion on the shelf.

(This short little piece came out after hearing yet more ranting by Republican presidential candidates)

Waves Of Comfort

Waves erase the memories

eclipse the vibrant shore,

Hold at bay the dreaded pain

that tears at heart's soft core

And when it comes, the hurt is fierce

the rip of vulture's claw

Shredding at soul's guarded grip

to swallow in it's maw

At such times, peace seems absurd

an inaccessible feast

A hunger that we cannot sate

a goal too far from reach

But to despair, the waves are kind

They cleanse the heart's strong ache

suffuse the shore with glowing sun

leave love in sorrow's wake. 

(photo courtesy of Picable)