Original Poetry

Hope for an Eternal Dawn 9.23.99

There's a darkness, ever near
Ever present is the fear
Closing in, I feel withdrawn
waiting for the day to dawn

The dawn is when again we meet
I'll walk from this dark, lonely street
The darkness is where I still stand
longing ever to hold your hand

Is this darkness here your light?
The stars in heaven your dawining bright?
Is the dawn your sad sunset?
The darkness being where we met?

Oh, please, don't let this be
Can't you see? You were ment for me
I want with you to live my days
but there is a blinding haze

The haze is a distance, very far
that seems farther than the neerest star
I cannot see just how you feel
Yet, you found my heart to steal

O', my love, my one delight
find me in your dreams tonight
Remember me while I am gone
Don't let my darkness be your dawn!

Midnight 5.30.99

Speak to me, o' darkness
a star-lit dome upon the heavens held
in the mighty hand of God
Rose pierced sky,
half plate moon
All is at rest

Angel's wings circumb thee with
cherubim holding wax engulfed domes ablaze
All look to you and seek your beauty
Many try, but fail to be as thee, o' night

Help me to seek your ever present majesty
Protect me 'til the nearest star arrives

A Time of Trial 7.23.99

God bestowed His Grace upon me
I could hardly see
all the things He'd done for me,
for letting me restful be

I cried for Him in stillness,
I cried for Him in pain
I know my prayers were answered
I did not pray in vain

He spoke to me in darkness, saying,
"Child, do not be afraid.
When I was always by your side
still there I remained."

His Grace is always be here
No darkness will I fear for
my Savior's here to comfort me
His grace is always near

Age 9.21.99

A young boy sitting at a table
To help himself, he is not able to
reach out for a spoon
He cannot, this young, this soon
His mother then would have to scold
Oh, how he wishes he were old!

Time passes at the blink of an eye
There's an old man staring at the sky
Without help no food can reach his tongue
Oh, how he wished he were young!

Hurricane 9.21.99

The violent waves crash
the little bird cries
The powerful winds blow
in fear, she shuts her eyes
A bolt of lightning strikes
she mourns as her last chick dies
In nature's extreme show
and then, no more she flies

Lesson in Life by the Observation of Others

I see a homeless man playing a violin
I listen, wondering where in life he's been
He looks almost 40, maybe even more
Then I see his sweater says, "Juliard, class of '74"

I place five dollars in his muddy jar
and I asked him, "Did your career go very far?
As he stops to look at me, I see his prostetic hand
He uttered, "I guess one handed violinists are no longer in demand"

A Kiss

A kiss to me
like blood to my soul
Filling me witha new energy,
a new birth
Life becomes worth living as
such great passon begins
Everything else becomes futile,
all other passions erased

We are the made one
Sould join together in
an inseperable bond
Lips in unity,
physicly escapeable,
but the souls remain
there
in that place
in that time
for all eternity

I long to touch his lips again
Physicly bonded
Spiritually reunited
Both of us connected mentally
knowing how the other feels

I long to touch his lips again
with only love, never lust,
for one cannot out do the other
Then, I will be satisfied
Then I may parish