In Darkest Night
In darkest night, the soul is alone.
The soul is alone and the world silent;
In deepest pain, silence like a knife
Can leave jagged wounds
A soft human voice can comfort and heal
A soft human hand can touch
And that is never too much.
In darkest night, the soul searches.
A ray of light, a hope, some solace;
Words of wisdom from a wise human being
Knowing the far path from which you've come.
Sometimes tired of just being.
Now dawn pales the sky.
There is the night and then the day
A giver and taker, taking all away
There is sorrow but tomorrow
Even after the darkest night
The soul will find the light.
You have magic in your finger tips,
Magic in your eye.
Magic in the arms that hold
And tell me not to cry.
There is magic in your voice
When you talk to me each day.
There is magic in your smile
And in the things you say.
there is magic in the way
You let me be myself with you.
There is magic that you teach me
To be good and brave and true.
I am growing older
And soon I'll go away,
But the magic that you taught me
Will go with me every day.
I wrote this for my husband on our 1st wedding anniversary. Our 8yrs. is 4 months away (July 1st).
Just A Kiss
It was just a Kiss
A harmless little Kiss
But it was so tender & so sweet
I completely succumbed
To your charms as they unfolded I wanted to Kiss and Kiss again
Oh the magic of it all
How was I to know when it began
That I would definitely fall in love forever
And we vowed we'd part absolutely positively NEVER
Oh the magic of just a Kiss
Child of the pure unclouded brow
And dreaming eyes of wonder!
Though time be fleet, and I and thou
Are half a life asunder,
Thy loving smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy-tale.
I have not seen thy sunny face,
Nor heard thy silver laughter;
No thought of me shall find a place
In thy young life's hereafter -
Enough that now thou wilt not fail
To listen to my fairy-tale.
A tale begun in other days,
When summer suns were glowing -
A simple chime, that served to time
The rhythm of our rowing -
Whose echoes live in memory yet,
Though envious years would say 'forget'.
Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread,
With bitter tidings laden,
Shall summon to unwelcome bed
A melancholy maiden!
We are but older children, dear,
Who fret to find our bedtime near.
Without, the frost, the blinding snow,
The storm-wind's moody madness -
Within, the firelight's ruddy glow,
And childhood's nest of gladness.
The magic words shall hold thee fast:
Thou shalt not heed the raving blast.
And though the shadow of a sigh
May tremble through the story,
For 'happy summer days' gone by,
And vanish'd summer glory -
It shall not touch with breath of bale
The pleasance of our fairy-tale.
Re: Poetry By: Mr.Bacon
Post # 45 Mar 22, 2014
I am actually surprised that this thread I started long ago is actually still here.
The wind howls in the starry night
The leaves wave as you pass them
The sound of the crickets you're only company
Drip... Drop... Drip...
The sky's start to cry
The tears fall on you're soft soft skin
The sky roars in pain
As you look up you see
The beauty of the night
That shines like never before