Road Less Traveled:

Road less traveled

The theme it's to be

Something about myself

Few will ever see

Most of my story’s

Start with a rhyme

Giving you an idea of

what you’ll read this time

So this is the roads

I normally don't go down

You’ll see a side of me

I don't show round

Ghost:

The ghosts that walk within my mind

have walked there through endless time

In the shadows they hide and wait to spring

to remind me of so many things

They remind me too well

my life has been a living hell

Am I so very small

that I have to read the writing on the wall?

To find out that it was I

who placed the ghosts where they lie!

 Left:

When she left,

my heart left with her

this passing of time

is now forever

Though longing tears

I will always weep

not finding her in

my arms so sweet

My heart will tremble

till we unite

the fire grows low

that burned so bright

Have I forgot the touch

of her sweet hands

when holding me

would feel so grand?

Though in time it seems

it all will fade

I cannot win this war

for which I wage

To hear her voice and feel

her kiss so light

is all that waits

this lonely night

Love Is Stronger:

His true love waits for him,

beyond the misty streams.

He sees her in his heart,

and holds her in his dreams.

A robin sings a lonely song,

with words he can feel.

Knowing the love of his life,

is laying so very still.

Hearing her call out his name,

over the oceans waves.

Beckoning him to follow her,

beyond her lonely grave.

No sun shines on his face,

flowing tears block it out.

Love is stronger than one's life,

looking up in pain he shouts.

He feels her hand slide in his,

he sees her glowing hair.

As he walks away with her,

he sees himself still there.

Life:

As he lays there with her

they hope of things to be.

Little toys and lots of noise

around a Christmas tree.

They lay holding each other,

talking about their plans.

He feels life in her womb

with the touch of his hand.

They plan of trips to take

down beside the sea.

Cool water will splash

upon their baby's knees.

He waits in the room,

with family standing round.

He is alone not by her side

he hears a chilling sound.

Looking at their smiling baby,

he can see her in her eyes.

Kneeling at his wife's grave,

he says his last good bye.

Moon:

Silver hands glide through grassy woodlands,

while shadows dance across golden leaves.

Eyes glow red with fiery glances stolen,

small creatures scurrying with the breeze.

Glistening brooks sway with every shadow.

Their music beckons for us to come out and play

Watching us while we wandered aimlessly,

knowing where we walk she lights our way.

Great oceans though strong beckon to her call,

giving up their water over shores so grand.

Hand in hand lovers will gaze with envy,

together while walking through cool wet sand.

He Remembers:

He remembers the day he met her,

she was standing out in the rain.

Stopping to see if she could use his help,

she looked at him as if he was insane.

He remembers that sweet round face,

glistening eyes and those cute little lips.

Dropping her off at her house later on,

she happened to let her phone number slip.

He remembers the day they were wed,

her standing there in pearly white.

His car covered in paper and soap

and the first for them both that night.

He remembers the kids the first one

then two, and what number three!

With the nose and toys, and little cuts,

out back in the play house tree.

He remembers the doctor standing there,

not looking at him as he speaks.

He stands alone there by her grave,

tears flowing down both cheeks.

Sweet Dreams:

Sweet dreams, my little one.

Remembering things that were,

holding to things that are,

longing for things to come.

Sweet dreams, my little one.

Sweet dreams, my little one.

In the twilight of tonight,

until the droning of first light,

feeling the rays of our sun.

Sweet dreams, my little one.

Sweet dreams, my little one.

For the youth of your time,

of the aged that have refined,

for everything that is fun.

Sweet dreams, my little one.

Sweet dreams, my little one.

For those that live in style,

clinging to life's trials,

from me, before I run.

Sweet dreams, my little one.

Thought:

Thought I

Thought of you

Thought I lost you

Thought you went away

Thought you left me far behind

Thought I could not catch up to you

Thought you ran away from me too fast

Thought you made our love untwine

Thought today would never end

Thought our love was gone

Thought I wanted to die

Thought you did not

Thought why me

Thought I

Distant:

Looking into your eyes I see no place for me

your smile beckons, your lips pull me close

I feel your hand touching mine

and I want to embrace you

but a simple picture is all I have

Seeing your picture does not help

Will this picture keep me warm tonight?

Can it take from my heart...this hopelessness?

Do you know this feeling of longing?

Longing to hold you, to see you, to smell your hair

longing just to hear your voice

This tugging at my heart...is it your eyes

your smile or the way you make me feel?

You are like the wind as it rushes by

Its cool fingers brushing my face

just to let me know it was here but not staying long

Going where, I do not know

Will it come back, I cannot tell

On this road less traveled

You saw into my soul

I’m at 1000 words

So, I have to go