TIME

© Gloria Smith 2010

Time came and went as quickly
As a comet sweeping by in the evening sky
Measured in meteor moments
Flashes of memory, scenes of years
Sounds of tears; flutters of Angels wings
Baby sighs, young men old
And dreams as cold and black as space
And God's eternal grace
My grand old clock slew time
It ticked and chimed
My heart thumped loudly in tune
In time
Life passed by
I waved to it and called to it
But it walked on by
With the merest glance, the slightest wave
It gave as if an afterthought
Time does not go though
It remains and we must leave
While others grieve our passing and yet we live
This energy, this spark of fire, and flame
And soul, and name... our lives exist
And yet expire all in the same moment
We are gone before we arrive and yet alive
Our past to haunt, our future too
And here and now so much to do
And do we know that time best spent
Is sometimes best not spent at all
A nap, a porch, a Catbird's song
A squirrel, a rose, a poem, a son
A meteor in the black velvet of an evening sky
I think I heard an Angel sing
While I lingered half asleep
Clinging to my old lawn chair

Because My Heart Still Lives In Louisiana

I've been to the Big Apple,
and boy that is one hell of a place
no matter I couldn't fit into that space.

Because my heart
still lives in Louisiana
The good Lord knows
Just like that Mississippi River flows

I've lived here in the golden state,
with its movie stars
fast women and fast cars

When I die,
bury me down
in that fertile ground

Talking about up near Shreveport way,
or down in New Orleans,
Baton Rouge would be just fine

Cause then my heart
will still be in Louisiana
and the good Lord knows
how that Mississippi River flows

Grown Child

I awoke from a dream
sweat pouring off me
like steam, it was the
sound I had heard
I thought it might have
been my daughters scream
It is late at night and she
is out in that dark harsh
world, though grown she
is still just a girl.

A thousand crimes
are committed against her
in my nightmares,
I tell her how it scares me
but like youth itself she
does not care. She can
not allow the fears of her
old man to restrain her.
If something happened
to her it would be my
negligence in not making
her see.

Fear not gentle reader
for I love her and know
that she is smart and will
do what is right. I taught
her these things myself,
but knowing that does not
serve to pacify the fears
of a father on a wild hot
summer night.

- by Kelvin Cook

INCOMPRIS REVERIE

© Gloria Smith 2010

I parted with a dream yesterday. I decided to finally tell it good-bye. It broke my heart and yet it was necessary. I dreamt alone really. It suddenly occurred to me that this then was the true heartbreak, and not as I had originally supposed, the fact that I could not have my dream; could not dream it into reality but that I dreamed it alone. Aloneness was the worst part of it all and so I let it go. I cried. Yes, I cried and I died a little inside. I suppose that some part of me will always feel the desire, though I would drive it far from me and never think on it again if I only could. I cannot blind myself; cannot go deaf, and cannot stop feeling with my hands or my heart. That would be death, would it not? So, I died a little yesterday and will die a little each day without my dream, without... Look into my eyes. Do you see the pain that shall never leave them or do I hide it well beneath the glimmers of pretense, the shine of disguise; the light of life that shines though the candle's wick is burning low...

SILENCES OF THE HEART

© Gloria Smith 2010

The best conversations rest not in words

They are born of utter silence

When eloquent emotions scorn mere mortal words

Only the heart makes sense

Only the heart speaks such a language

Only a lover's heart seeks to comprehend it

An unforgettable composition ever written

In weary, longing hearts through time

I wear the words on my finger

Like a diamond ring to say that you are mine

You are the music of my soul

The song I seranade you with

Is the one that makes me whole

It rings out loud and clear

In the hushed silence of lonely nights

Passing years cannot dim its cry

I am lost in the glory of its tenderness

In the bliss of its simplicity

In the night of my remembering

My Heart will sing in tune with yours

Across the shores of time

Our love is written in the sand

Our hearts entwined

I am yours and you are mine

Various Musings... (to be cont.)

© Gloria Smith 2010

Perhaps Sadness will use the shimmering wings of the morning kissed with dew and promise to sail away, and the dark Heart of the Night will rush headlong into the blinding light of the Day, to kiss it full and hard upon the mouth and embrace life's brilliance once more...

I'm as young as a springtime flower blossoming in the heart of my love; as young as a song on my lover's lips, and I thrill to to see the light of tenderness shining in his eyes... Oh... these things never get old, and love -- that is where youth abides. Find love and you'll never be old. Love knows no age and true love never dies...

Love fulfill yourself by filling me. Let me hurry along like a bubbling brook to sing your sweet song in the night. Let my heart take wing in the dawn's hazy light to praise you; to welcome another day of loving...

Run Lucy dear... Outrun the wind and shame the lightning! The beat of your heart is the only sound you hear... let us not blink lest we miss the little girl running free -- as a spirit in the night; as the sigh of a Lover's heart... Be blessed sweet Lucy Lu...

I kiss the morning with a smile upon my lips. The lips where your kiss fell in that moment of eternity that rested in your eyes. What is eternity then? It is now. It rests in the second that just sped away; in this moment of time. Elusive memories of the sweet taste of love; the aroma of passion... the moments swiftly flying away from you as I leave; flying to you until I see you again. Hold me. Give me time to love you. Give me eternity sweet love mine

In my garden many lovely flowers grow. I counted them all. Last fall many leaves fell brittle and dry; too many to count and I did not care to do so... I count my life by all the smiles and not the tears that stream down soft round cheeks one... by one... by one...

I parted with a dream yesterday. I decided to finally tell it good-bye. It broke my heart and yet it was necessary. I dreamt alone really. It suddenly occurred to me that this then was the true heartbreak, and not as I had originally supposed, the fact that I could not have my dream; could not dream it into reality but that I dreamed it alone. Aloneness was the worst part of it all and so I let it go. I cried. Yes, I cried and I died a little inside. I suppose that some part of me will always feel the desire, though I would drive it far from me and never think on it again if I only could. I cannot blind myself; cannot go deaf, and cannot stop feeling with my hands or my heart. That would be death, would it not? So, I died a little yesterday and will die a little each day without my dream, without... Look into my eyes. Do you see the pain that shall never leave them or do I hide it well beneath the glimmers of pretense, the shine of disguise; the light of life that shines though the candle's wick is burning low...

Some of us know of passion more than others; some of us thrive and delight of it like a bee to a blossom sweet; nectar for the soul to eat, and some are content with chore and care, but give me the blue sky with my spirit free, and to love -- only to love thee...

Life is "heavy" is it not? However, we lighten it with our love of it... and I have found that whether returned or no... that love is always worth it. It is the loving that is the gift of life, and whether bittersweet from loss, or returned in another's eyes, we are blessed to have had its presence in our lives...

Aw love... what am I to do with you? What will you do to me by the time you're through? Do your worst for it is true... I'm in love with love and I'm in love with you. Smiles..

Oh Love... go ahead break my heart into a million pieces! Even then I will love you with each piece of my broken Heart a million times over...

Life... sands on a beach that only God can count; a hand full of misery and joy held tightly in my fist; sand running frantically through my fingers...

Good Night my Friends. I wish not to take my leave, but dreams are calling me to their sweet repose, and fatigue claims this frail frame once again... should God give grace I will awake once more, and grant you smiles and sweet hellos and knock upon your Friendly doors..

To miss someone you love is a grand and awesome pain; but to miss someone who loves you not is a pain on a whole other plain; a dagger in the heart; yet torture when apart... oh wicked love...

Evening's here... oh my... the day surely, cannot be at an end
With so much left to do today and no way to fit it in
A strange playful mood descends on me and will not go away
The day kisses me good-bye on my cheek still warm with blushing
Jealous evening rushes in to kiss me once again... Goodbye, Hello
Life is always a game of come and go, here and gone and moving on...

SPRING FLING

© Gloria Smith 2010

Sing me into Spring

Dream me into the day

And dance me into the night

I'll sway in your arms

Lay my head against your chest

To listen to the heartbeat of Spring

Kiss me with your tulips

Bring me flowers

In bouquets of fragrant sighs

While bird songs fill my soul

And soft breezes caress my hair

Gentle finger tips find their way

I do not resist their playfulness

I'll bring you sunshine in the morning

And moonshine in the night

Cotton candy kisses love

And afternoon delight

You'll whisper in my ear

Sugar baby honey child

My little Angel sweetie

My little Angel wild

Spellbound in your embrace

I drink in your eyes, your skin, your face

Hold me ever in your heart

Sweet treasure of my soul

I have no self control

You smile at me across the miles

In pictures oh so still

I cannot hold you

Cannot feel the warmth

Of your breath against my ear

I wander through your eyes

Searching to find myself hidden there

My heart sighs

In dreams of you
I run barefoot in the grass
Wet dew washes my toes

My head is on your shoulder

The scent of Lilacs in my hair

Your heart already knows

But does it dare my love?

Does it yearn enough to learn

How to love an Angel in despair?

DREAMS

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© Gloria Smith 2010

I shall dream you tonight

in soft subtle shades of twilight

I will love your face

your skin

the smell of you again

The sad warm eyes that smiles never reach

the smile I love

the softness of your hair

I dare to touch you

I dare to tell you how much you mean to me

I'll kiss your name as it falls from my lips of flame

My dreams are free

God does not charge for them

Angel whispers fill the night

I am fast becoming yesterday

I am a dream awake walking in the past

While the future rushes in

as a wave upon the shore

Washing away time upon time

Until I see you once more

STARS & MEMORIES

© Gloria Smith 2010

I miss you
My heart yearns for you in the night
What are those strong arms doing at this moment
Who do they caress
Whose hair do they tenderly stroke
I am terribly alone
A desperate sadness descends on me
Like a midnight mist of moon dust 
Scattering the dark; shattering the night
My heart breaks as a rock thrown carelessly through a window
I hear the sound of it in my dreams
If I could slip my hand into the warmth of yours I would
I would rest my head upon your shoulder 
And pretend once again that you love me 
While my own love consumed me
I gaze at you and drink you in like summer wine on a winter's day
I memorize your face and find time suspended
A moment spins into a lifetime
The stars bear your name
My heart is emblazoned with it
Come to me

In my age, as in my youth, night brings me many a deep remorse. I realize that from the cradle up I have been like the rest of the race - never quite sane in the night. 

~ Mark Twain

MOURNING GLORYS

© Gloria Smith 2010

The Mourning Glory's wear their hearts on their sleeves
So do I
It is not hidden from your eyes what shines in mine
I cannot cover the tracks of my heart
It sleepwalks in the night playing bittersweet melodies on its heavy harp
Strands of passion floating through the air
Do you hear its siren song soft and low
I would draw you to my side... to my cool white bed
My heart sleepwalks in dreams of you
I am beside you
I touch you -- a fleeting touch
Do you feel me
My gown brushes your arm; cool silk silver satin slowly slips across your skin
My lips touch your cheek -- ever so slight as a thought forgotten
Does my scent stay with you in the darkness of the night
I warm your bed and yet
Hold me as a dream, caress me in daydreams
Breath of life consume me
Delusion of love 
I see you wavering in a mirage; a hot desert dream
I reach for you and touch the wind
I ache
Wake me not
Forsake me not
I am love
Waste me not
Desire sweeps as a wildfire through my body
Sparking, burning into a blaze of mad desire... fire
Waves of thrill build as I dream of you
I wait... a slave to my craving
A fool of love
She schemes to have me
Enchantress of the soul make me whole
Take me -- write me on your heart
Love does not care for right or wrong
If I loved you more I could not bear the longing
You are in my blood, my soul
Shrink not from the tingle of my touch or the glow of my gypsy eyes
My very heartbeat is yours
If I loved you more my heart would beat no more
I could not hold such love and live
If I loved you more I could never love again
All I have to give I give and live to feel your lips once more

COMES THE STORM

© Gloria Smith 2010

Angels wings rustle through the sound of the trees

As they bend in the wind; a storm is coming

A Dove coos softly in the sighs of my heart

And the puddles on the ground reflect the tears in my eyes

A storm is coming

Confusion clouds my mind like sugar spun cotton candy thrown into the air

Multi-colored thoughts strewn everywhere for the birds to gather

For the Angels to share

A storm is here

SECRET THINGS

© Gloria Smith 2010

I write you all my heart. It is the only pen I have
Bright yellow butterflies light up the grass bringing a smile; bright yellow sunshine warms me
A piece of the sun drips from the sky giving birth to a bright yellow Goldfinch 
It sits still at my feet
With a tilt of its tiny head it casts me a look of puzzlement and flies away
My heart takes flight with it
From a distance I feel a prayer; someone cares
A prayer has sent an Angel to my side. Someone secret cares
I feel a prayer
I hear a thousand Angels cry as the rain begins to fall
It is cool and wet on my hot skin
I raise my face to the sky and open my mouth to taste the calm
From a distance I hear a whisper like an Angel's sigh
He'll hold you in the storm
Has Heaven sent a refuge
A Hero
I feel your lips warm and wet
I taste your mouth and tingle with excitement
Taste me
How long the night of hazy recollection. I dream
An Angel flies, a Goldfinch flies, and my heart flies to you
I feel your heart at once tender and warm
Angels whisper secrets to me
We smile together
I am an Angel with a broken wing treading in forbidden places where Angels do not dare
You will be there... waiting
Angels whisper secrets the bright yellow butterflies carry in their wings
Sing to me... play for me... love me in the dark and tell me secret things
Whispers on the wind -- Secret things

LOST

© Gloria Smith 2010

We are lost -- those who love, truly love, without reservation, without thought of reward, and without censorship of society; who follow their hearts no matter the road, no matter the cost.

Love is a fool -- it is blind and strong; as strong as death. It cares not about seasons or circumstance when it comes knocking.

It is born of the spirit and lives in the soul. It is not fettered with bonds of flesh but is born in the body of us all.

Foolish love... mad desire, dark crimson elixir of life -- it beckons us to drink deeply.

We pretend to resist but in the night watches of the heart we cannot but heed its call. Only the flesh is restrained but the mind, the spirit, runs headlong into danger and thrills at the quest.

How sweet the potion. How drunk the spirit, how deep the desire, how insane, how heady... I cannot die to defeat you. I cannot live without you.

Beckon on sweet siren, as you will and as you must. I will lead a revolt against you. I will fight with the sword of my will and I will lose but fight I must and fight I will until my last breath, and then... oh then you will have me at last. At last...

HEAVINESS

© Gloria Smith 2010

Ever the Golden Key is lost... the Lady surrenders her quest. I fight no more. My sword is in its sheath. My cup empty. My throat dry from crying; my soul parched. My arms empty as a poured out flask. My lips untouched. My passion calmed by the white flag of my surrender.

My loneliness owns me and I die... alone. No one calls my name. It is unknown. A soul lost in the night. I wander alone -- battered and torn.

Life held its beauty time and time ago. Love has eluded me like a deer running wild in the forest just out of view -- and so it is and so it will be.

I have fought a good fight. I was brave and true. My sword holds no one's blood but my own.

Night has overwhelmed the sunlight I once loved. I am its mistress. I abhor the darkness that invades my soul but there is no one to make me whole. No other half completes me.

I compete no more. The door is slowly closing. It creaks and groans under the weight of my discontent. My dress is satin, lace, and pearls. It lies still about me, so still about me... so still.

MOONLIGHT & DREAMS

© Gloria Smith 2010

In moonlight everything becomes a sculpture

In its magic, questions are punctuated with exclamation points of awe

In searching the infinity of Heaven in a night sky

An Atheist thinks of God & wonders

The night haunts me like a phantom

All her stars belong to me

I own them every one

My eyes are lit with the scattered star dust of countless ages past

You walk in my mind; my heart - just out of touch