No signs of my beloved
on the face of the earth,
peace in dreams
a promise of worth.
A personal reflection
of how it should be,
not aware of the beauty
that still awaits me.
Along the garden wall
weeds tried to take love
and destroy the bloom.
Sunlight brightened the path
caressing my bruised soul
like velvety fingers of mercy.
your wondrous blue eyes
coaxed me with everlasting
calm . . . and serene love.
I pull back my warm cozy covers
and tiptoe quietly toward the opaque glass portal
My eyes are drawn heavenward
For there suspended in the resplendent atmosphere of black cashmere,
is a mystical full moon that cast its soft azure light
The night shadows seem to gambol upon moonbeams
Upward, just past the tree line,
I am hypnotized by the ethereal vision
and as I gaze upon its foaming lambent beauty,
it seems to whisper to me,
"Come my love, gather your thoughts
your dreams, your burning desires
and meet me here."
-TO BE CONTINUED -
Watcher of Man's Evil
Shadows, shades of darkness,
Shifting illusions descending into madness,
Unprovoked anger trapped behind the fear,
Darkness shadows light as death gathers near.
A newborn baby cries amidst the bloody violence.
Screams of pain resound into a deadly silence.
No innocent soul will find a place to hide,
When the gates of hell burst open wide.
Souls will cry in anguish as they writhe in fear and pain.
There's no escape from madness as the living go insane.
Shadows of humanity fuel the fires that burn so hot.
Evil casts the shame on man then they watch the corpses rot
Do Not be afraid of yourself
As I try to understand life
Believing that we all go through strife
Considering the different paths we walk
Do yourself a favor and stop all the talk
Emotions run high
Finding you need to stop the urge
Gaining your perspective so hope can emerge
Have faith in the unknown
Identify the overblown
Just ignore those so called cure-all's
Kindly remember his wake-up calls
Let's back track a minute
Memories are perfect tools
Notably allowing you to understand rules
Open the flood gates to your heart
Please pay attention know that you're smart
Quietly moving through this maze
Readily aware that life's in disarray
Strut on down that road less traveled
Take off those restraints that you've always battled
Undefined gifts are there to discover
Virtually in your sight you just need to uncover
Worrying about your past, present, future
Xerography will only cause conjecture
Yes this is my feeling I truly believe
Zoetic is always the way to proceed
Do you miss me?
When evening clouds are painted with soft hues
and all the trees become dark silhouettes
against the purple skies, I think of you
and wonder how you live without regrets.
When night has passed and painted clouds disperse,
and skies are once again aflame with dawn,
do you regret your passion as a curse,
and wish somehow all thoughts of me were gone?
Or do you hold me still, as once you did,
inside your heart with tenderness and care ...
and wish we could have shared the love we hid,
a love that you once promised to declare?
I see you with her every now and then,
the one who wears your ring and bore your child,
and wonder if you ever see me when
you look at her, recalling how we smiled,
and laughed and talked when we were all alone,
until the sun went down and you grew sad,
and gathered up your things to head for home.
My all was not enough, though all I had.
Truth be told,
when darkness fills the sky
and every morning when the dawn appears,
I think of you with longing while I cry
and wonder if you know the taste of tears.
I'll never be lonely with you
You've made all my dreams come true
You make me smile, you dry my tears
You make me feel safe, you take away my fears
I want to thank you for finding me
For loving and caring, for helping me see
All the beautiful things found in life
Like the dream of one day becoming your wife
Hours feel like seconds
A year feels like a day
Because when I'm with you
Minutes just fly away
You've turned my nightmares into dreams
My life is more exciting than it used to seem
We kiss through sunshine, we kiss through rain
Sensation of our love, is almost like pain
Pain of happiness
Pain of love
Pain sent from angels
From heaven above
You cuddle me when I cry
You say for me, you would even die
I want you to know that I would do the same
Anything to thank you for taking my pain
I believe with my whole heart
Our love is true
So I guess what I'm trying to say is
I really do love you
Theresa Ford: "My style of writings are with the intent of having the reader either feel some form of emotion, or consider it as food for thought if this is the end result, I truly then feel as if my work intent was accomplished. I work closely with pre-teens up to young adults. When the reader is contemplating my works my goal is for them to also feel as if I was just sitting in the same room with them and we are just have a conversation about life."