Showing posts with label sad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sad. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

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

Thursday, January 14, 2010

YESTERDAY BLUE


© Gloria Smith 1977
I took a moonbeam to a dream
A shimmering, shining translucent ray
It came as I lay in the quiet darkness
Raining magic sparkles, whispering my name
I drifted up to a mysterious land
Where dreams come true – and wishes too!
So I wished for you and we danced about
To the misty music playing in my heart
You took my hands and kissed me warm
Like yesterday, and mirrored in your eyes
Was all the soft, sweet love I felt for you inside
I know now that it never really fades or dies
Our love took wing upon the evening breeze
A pure and precious little white bird thing
Recaptured now trembling in the palm of my hand
Hard to hold and ever harder to understand
Reshaping – changing form into a tiny bud
Then bursting forth into a fragrant flower
Flooding us with memories; dripping nectar sweet
Come my love and eat – of love’s desire forever
As I awake the first light of dawn steals in
Through shades all drawn, and nights spell ends
I cherish our rumpled sheets and bed
I tenderly touch your face and tousled hair
And know I love you sleepy head

Published 1977 The Ashland Daily Independent & in “Strawberry Saxifrage” (an anthology by The National Society of Published Poets)