Love poems

                                Explanation

                        November 2006

       You are a candle burning bright

      Lit by the gods inside my heart.

     You are my treasure, my delight

     You are all fair things that I start.

You are a candle burning bright

You are all wisdom I desire,

You are all power that I crave for.

My heart’s a hearth and you’re its fire,

My life’s a sea and you’re its shore.

You are the songs I want to sing,

You are the tales I long to hear,

You are the hope I wish to bring

Inside this world of doubt and fear.

You are a proof of mighty glory,

The fairest star upon the sky,

The greatest ending to a story,

The bitter tears that I cry.

You are the brightest summer sun,

Proud candle burning in the night.

And, most of all, my dearest one,

You are these verses that I write.

Reflection on a sunset

              2008

Reflection on a sunset

Today a sunbeam rested on your face,

The last to shine before the close of day.

It stroked your hair with tenderness and grace

Before night came to put her light away.

What did she tell you, that elusive beam?

What did she whisper softly in your ear?

What did she say, that made your eyes so gleam,

And filled my heart with doubt and troubling fear?

Did she tell you to turn away from me,

That I could never offer such a touch,

That I, frail mortal being am too less for thee,

And you, proud burning spirit, far too much?

Maybe she said I am too weak, too grey,

A dreamer, and a lover of the night,

That always mourns the coming of the day

And dies and withers in too bright a light?

Or did she say she’ll offer you the world

And all the diamonds of the winter sky,

The moon’s pale silver and the sun’s bright gold,

And all the treasures that in the deeps lie?

Perhaps you’ll find it whimsical of me

To toss and turn for this deep in the night

But never have I felt more jealousy

Than for that sweet and innocent ray of light.

                  Poem of a dream

                           October, 2006

I lie in my bed with the darkness around me.

As faithful companions my memories stand.

A lullaby whisper the leaves of a tree,

Bringing forth visions of an unspoken land.

…As I lie in my bed with the darkness around me…

I lie in my bed with no one to hold me

Save the thought of a hero that lived long ago

With eyes deep as night, and a scent of the sea.

Yet where he is now, my heart cannot know.

…And I lie in my bed with no one to hold me…

I lie in my bed, my face wet with tears-

It’s sad to miss someone you loved in a dream.

And all that is left are false hopes and fears

And dark nights that move in a tiresome stream.

…So I lie in my bed, my face wet with tears…

I lie in my bed your name on my lips

Though planets have aged since last you were here.

And all that is left is a flower that weeps

Knowing that never will it feel you near.

…Yet I lie in my bed, your name on my lips…

I lie in my bed with no one to hold me-

You cannot touch someone you’ve seen in a dream,

A hero with deep eyes, and a scent of the sea,

Who brought me some comfort in my tiresome stream.

…As I lay in my bed with no one to hold me…

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