Time Passes
• 04/24/24 at 10:38PM •Time passes,
memories remain,
of my love, as I,
try, my thoughts, to retain.
Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
Time passes,
memories remain,
of my love, as I,
try, my thoughts, to retain.
I love you, for all
the world to see.
I love you for what
you do to me.
You are the Mother of
our children,
the keeper of our house,
you are everything and
beloved spouse.
You are there when
I need you
and when I don't,
you're not around.
You love me when
I'm good
and you love me
when I am bad,
you offer me consort
and comfort, when I'm sad.
You are my love,
everlasting,
no matter what will be,
as my love for you,
is for eternity.
Sometimes a small thought can
manifest itself into a fantasy.
I should re-write this into a story.
Who are you child,
who sits on my knee,
all dressed in purple and brown?
What is this riddle,
you just told to me,
about elephants, monkeys and clowns?
Your tale of visions
conjures, up in my mind,
a picture of events, yet to be
and reminds me of a day,
many, long years ago,
when it was I who sat on a knee.
A re-published poem,
from 6 years ago.
about the slow slide,
into Dementia.
Without a moon or star above,
I stand, in darkness, alone.
My thoughts are splashed with color
that comes, not from my eye.
Your face as I remember,
floats airily in space,
as tender springtime breezes blow
the hair from off your face.
Your eyes flash with eternal light
of loves unfilled claim
and flecks of sorrow, can be seen
for the man who has a name,
that you cherish.
He will stand, eternally alone,
in the blackest void,
knowing not of missing love
from one who waits to see,
a smile of recognition.
There are many reasons,
for seeking solitude.
Being lonesome, is not being lonely,
for lonely people are lacking friends.
Lonesome people miss their
surroundings or their friends
and loved ones.
Wishing to be alone, at moments,
is looked upon, by some, as
being anti social,
when, in fact, people have
different needs or if you will,
a different tolerance of others.
Don't be surprised, if I seek
to be alone, away from you.
Trip the light fantastic,
please don't fall out of bed,
for I need to see you,
before you have fled.
Please tell me tomorrow,
if you still feel this way.
If you don't, I'll understand,
then I'll go away.
You mean more to me,
than my words can say.
If the feeling is mutual,
then, here I'll stay.
Do you think it's right,
to pass judgement on me?
Found all of my flaws,
so, you can now, see?
When your hatred,
exceeds ice in a iced tea,
you will be a sinner,
The same as me.
Don't say you love me,
even if you do,
I will vanish now,
and there will only be you.
It was year 2001,
we knew nothing,
about, what was to come.
We were happy,
the Century was done.
We, never thought,
we'd see the World succumb.
Yet here we are,
my wife is gone,
and I must pretend,
to live my life, like a song.
When it is over,
will you relent,
or have the damages,
left you with your nose bent?
Anger, should be,
to understand,
except when your feet,
are stuck in the sand.
We are Actors,
in our own life's plays.
We play actors in life,
until the end of days.
Our roles, all different,
as they should be,
for we are all players,
in the scenes, we see.
I hope we are called lovers,
by all who we know
and the love is truthful,
once it's decided to go.
I'm happy to know you,
and for all which you do.
My heart, bursts with joy,
whenever I see you.
You are not my love,
to take.
I'm so sorry, if,
your heart, I break.
I sit here,
in early morn,
reflecting about,
when I was born.
A Midwife,
a dining room table, was done.
Out soon, there was born,
a boy. A son.
Naked branches,
across the sky,
a moonlit background.
Why, oh, why?
Do the simple,
things in life.
Create joy,
not causing strife.
Await a visit,
from afar,
while you observe,
a falling star.