147. When You Hold Me In Your Arms

I hold that soft hand in mine
Such countless times each day.
Your smiles give me joy,
Yet nothing as divine,

As the soft wind that kisses my face
When you reach your arms
Out to me and hold me
In your warm embrace.

I search endlessly to find words to say
That as time passes by,
And seasons change from rose to snow,
While we are one, my favor shall never sway,

For the hold you have on my heart,
With your eyes that pierce my soul,
And the happiness you give me,
Will always make we wish we never part.

146. Once Glance Into Your Eyes

If God hath told me soft from His own lips,
From throne of angelic white cloud and thunder,
That one day I would meet such a sweet girl
That by just one glance into beautiful eyes,
Would freeze my spine and set my heart a-race,
I would have laughed and made such a jest.
Yet now, when I look into your quiet eyes
And feel the chill on my back, the pulsating of my heart,
I’d tell Him that He said nothing of the part
Where my spirits are lifted to His Heaven,
And my love is set only on her wondrous smile.

145. The 155th Sonnet: Tiffany's Beauty

When silent sunset casts a shadowy grey,
The sky ablaze in brilliant twilight blue;
What joyous thoughts do warm a windy day;
The beauty of the world I see in you:
Spring’s young love does make the rose petals soft,
Tender as the evening seabreeze in July.
If only such beauty was mine so oft
That not a dew-kissed rose would ever die:
As tenderly our lips join with such bliss,
Such soft, silken skin I feel with my touch.
Why I touch your quiet face as we kiss?
To caress the beauty I love so much:
     So that when autumn’s leaves begin to fall,
     My love of you will see me through it all.

144. A Single White Rose

Stunning sunset before such captive eyes,
Radiant yellow sun falling beyond
Tranquility of the ocean blue;
Waves echoing through my ears,
Periwinkle clouds softly quiet in the sky.
What wonder that lies before weary eyes,
Yet heart and mind on nothing but you.
Your starry eyes sparkle ablaze;
The flush of your cheek when we meet;
A smile to clear gray clouds away;
The heart-stopping way you always
Look down before our lips come to meet--
O, what soft lips against mine
That could make the world stand still,
Bring the stars down from the sky.
With every whisper from your lips,
I await the moment when
That gorgeous smile will be mine alone.
What I would give that you knew how oft
Your beauty makes me stop to think
Of the sunset and the wonders of
                        a single white rose.

143. The Poet

Why am I cursed with this heart
     That cares too much and is blind to the truth?
Evil spell of words cast upon me
     To write such heartache,
Why do you plague my nights
     With dreams of love and happiness.......
     Of quiet whispers in the angelic-white roses
     Swaying in a tranquil breeze
     As twilight of lavender spans the sky?
What I would give to make
     My verse fiction, unreal; painless.
My tormented soul looks back to life without a care,
     To the words that span the pages;
     Of loves-lost and by-gone days,
     But why, oh why, do the tears still fill my eyes?
‘Tis the dream of the past
     That casts tears to eyes,
     Makes minds wonder, and hearts beat,
Yet, why does no one understand?...
     All the poet wants is to be loved.

142. The Wandering Stranger

How oft I’ve wondered
What happiness means
Through clear blue skies
And age-old streams,
Through lush green forests
And sunsets far away;
I have spent my life
Searching for it day by day.
Little do I find, but
Still I travel on,
Walking towards the sunset,
Walking towards the dawn.
The farther I wander,
The more I come to know,
But how futile it is,
For I have nowhere to go,
Yet show me a world in which
I could live my life with you,
And surely, I would travel there.
But what a fool to think it’s true,
So father on I journey
In this circle ‘round and ‘round,
Looking for something
Never to be found.

141. Your Broken Dreams

Oh, why do you say I am wrong
And take away what is there?
You press your lips to mine
And I think of what we could share.

You give me your hand
As we walk along the shore,
But two minutes later
You’re uncertain, just like before.

One day you love me,
And the next, you don’t care,
So now I walk away,
Offering only a lonely stare.

I try to love you,
But it’s harder than it seems,
For I’ll always be picking up
The pieces of your broken dreams.