SNOW STORM

©  Gloria Smith 2010

The wind cried round about my house

And poked around like a little mouse

Hunting some secret hidden way in

Perhaps it too needed a Friend

It had forgotten where it came from

Or exactly where it meant to go 

It peeked in the window as it raced by

And saw me as I sat down and cried

But alas it was much too cold for me

And could not offer its company

So it snowed sparkles upon the ground

And called to me in a tinkling sound

As it played with freezing wind chimes

From a time when it had been invited in

And welcomed as summer breezes

Far away from winter's colds and sneezes

When it saw me at my window smiling

At the beguiling beauty it had bestowed

It went contentedly on its way

To poke round like a little mouse

And sneak about another house

Peeking very carefully in 

Across the dark and lonely miles

Should another need an awestruck smile

Anxiété

© Gloria Smith 2010

The evening drops her silent moments

One by one by one

Sunlight fades and shades of sadness

Bring the evening slowly, slowly down

I wait... words fade while dreams come alive.

I thrive on fantasies born of passion and pain

And what remains is only this 

Each beat of my longing heart tears me asunder

I wonder if you care

I cannot share my secrets with you

On this long and lonely night

I hold my pillow tight as crystal tears

Run past silken cheeks and into trembling lips

Lips that once kissed your face

You hold my soul and do not know that it is true

I am whole in your embrace

In this imaginary place of contrivance and illusion

God grant me the grace to face another night alone