Some nights my steps are quiet

as I move to you in sleep

but tonight the wind

carries my feet

as I run to find shelter

and drift away with you

in dreams.

Unquiet Grave

A sad but beautiful ballad.

Touch

If only I could touch you

and all the things

I have come to know

would flow through you.

Then you would understand

who it is you are to me

and  how you speak

to my soul.

Day and Night

Once again it  is early morning,

the house quiet, and I sit

thinking of you.

How can this be,

this place in my soul,

tied to you through time, I think.

My heart rests in the briar patch by day,

and with the setting sun it wakes

surrounded by all the flowers

of the night.

Echoing the beat of your heart

I drift quietly to your side,

and only then does my soul

find peace.

Sleepless

If I could have your arms tonight-

But half the world and the broken sea

Lie between you and me.

The autumn rain reverberates in the courtyard,

Beating all night against the barren stone,

The sound of useless rain in the desolate courtyard

Makes me more alone.

If you were here, if you were only here-

My blood cries out to you all night in vain

As sleepless as the rain.

Sara Teasdale

I walked alone amid a thousand flowers,
That drooped their heads and drowsed beneath the dew,
And all my thoughts were quieted to sleep.
Behind me, on the walk, I heard a step –
I did not know my heart could tell his tread,
I did not know I loved him till that hour.
Within my breast I felt a wild, sick pain,
The garden reeled a little, I was weak,
And quick he came behind me, caught my arms,
That ached beneath his touch; and then I swayed,
My head fell backward and I saw his face.

Sara Teasdale

From the Poem “Guenevere”

A Valentine

It seems almost unnecessary to post this but I do not want to ignore a ritual that might be important to someone else.   If you read this blog then you know what is in my heart goes way beyond a red and pink heart on a card.  Who else would have my heart but you.

The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I’ve seen that road before
It always leads me here
Lead me to you door

The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
Crying for the day
Why leave me standing here
Let me know the way

Many times I’ve been alone
And many times I’ve cried
Anyway you’ve always known
The many ways I’ve tried

But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me waiting here
A long long time ago
Don’t keep me standing here
Lead me to your door

But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me waiting here
A long long time ago
Don’t leave me standing here
Lead me to your door

Night Thoughts

Once again I find myself up late at night filled with words I need to say, yet those words tangle and just cannot find there way here. I sit frustrated, tired and yet unable to sleep filled with the need to pour out my heart and soul to someone. I could write it here I suppose, and hope a foolish hope that  it would be read. Something keeps those words inside and try as I might they will not let me share them. So I will go off to sleep, as your day begins, the words tucked inside me perhaps whispered to the night air as I drift away. Yes, I need to pour out my heart and soul to someone, and that someone is you.  Wherever you are listen well, and perhaps you will hear the wind in the trees and know that I was with you.