Collision
Tag: relationships
The love of a mother
I made this for you
Who have not nursed a child
Though mother to all
Who held up a torch
When I tripped in the dark
You guided my way
You were born for this
To pick up the broken parts
Make them whole again
Your little bundle
Is wrapped in those of us
Whose lives cross your path
For the love of a mother
Can be in one woman to another
( A special dedication to special women in my life on mother’s day)
Where the heart is
All detours I took
Through beautiful scenery
Led me back to you
The photograph
A mirrored reflection caught my eye
A black and white picture of you and I
Behind the reflection, rose colored walls
Sounds of love songs echoing down halls
Through the tracks of needles and tapes
Spun out of swelling love and heartbreaks
Time swirled around and streamed through
A broken part of me to a broken part of you
Shared memories linger in that ideal frame
A sequenced montage that calls out my name
As I gaze closely at the photograph once again
I glimpse the anticipation we could not contain
When our favorite song invited us to dance
We seemed to have been captured in a trance
The image keeps us locked in eternal embrace
What happened next, there is no sign or trace
That appears to be the way of sweet dreams
Where the magic is not as perfect as it seems
But as I lay my weary head and return to sleep
I rewind our love song that still makes me weep
It’s over now
It’s over now
The sluice gates were opened wide
Filling the river with tears that I cried
You hovered for a while
Not wanting to leave me like this
So you turned and gave me a final kiss
Still you keep coming back
In my thoughts, and into my dreams
Your face, reflected in the sun beams
Though it’s over now
There’s a special place for you in my heart
Even though we’ll now and forever be apart
The music will still linger on
It is the language of our souls
It permeates far beyond our controls
I’m so glad that I had this dance with you.
Strange Feeling
It cuddles me in the midnight hour
Opening me up like a blossoming flower
Wrapping me in the afterglow of that feeling
When the rapture of an orchestra hits the ceiling
Like gently cupped whispers filling my ear
To fall in love again, let go, run wild my dear
Don’t think about tomorrow, today is right here
As the music plays, feel my warm breath so near
It reaches deep within, moving mysteriously inside
The strange feeling of love that I just cannot hide
It takes me back to another season in time
It directs me to fill this page with my rhyme
It’s taken over my body and soul
Before I know it, I’ve lost all control
Could It be that I’ve just lost possession of my mind?
Or is this the love song that took so many years to find?
I may not understand this strange feeling that I get
But I know that this emotion hasn’t left me quite yet
Love is the word
In a dream you came to me
whispering that word
the resonance that found us
when it was just you and I
The word that bound us
across oceans and sky
in that place where you waited
time ticking, endlessly
Until I opened my window
saw your footprints in the sand
the smile you’d left me to find
with that word that belongs to you
The dream still lingers in my wake
in the last message you crafted
contrasting the shadow and light
cupid’s arrow, threw my heart
I’m hoping to see beyond my tears
when love brings you back to me.
It’s all in that word that means: the
same thing is happening to you and me.
What’s love got to do with it?
When you spend a lifetime
calling out my name
seeing me just the way I am
midst the cobweb’s spiral
What’s love got to do with it?
When we switched roles to reverse
and you played the nurse
when you let me run freely
trusting that I would return
What’s love got to with it?
When you pressed the wrong key
and the music played out of tune
those hard knocks of life
when I welcomed you back in
What’s love got to do with it?
When I take my shades off
and look up at the sun
I see you standing there
It becomes so very clear–
What love’s got to do with it.
I’d rather be with you
I’d rather be with you
Wondering through vacant rooms
Looking at old photographs
Of how it used to be
When we loved with such abandon
All you did was look at me
Just a gentle flick, and like hot wax
I melted, flowing everywhere
I’d rather be with you
In the dark silence of the night
Where we fumbled and stumbled
Over each other’s words
Eventually tossing them out
With the past hurt and pain
Their resurrection would bring
No more tears, all we did was cuddle.
I’d rather be with you
Knowing where we both had been
Then turning down roads untrammelled
Where surprise is an aphrodisiac
Harmonising signs of the zodiac
Connecting our separate worlds
Like the first man on the moon
Anticipating fresh discovery anew
I’d rather be with you.
De ja vu, once again
Redundant though it may seem,
I must ask the question once again.
How well I remember our first encounter
When you first discovered my treasure.
Your special dedication, still etched
In my mind, and now, I see it again.
Once again it begs the question–
Do I know you from another place,
Another time? Were we lovers or friends?
Were we family, friends or foe ?
Perhaps we’ll never know
But that feeling is all too familiar.
I smell the scent, I see the passion.
I have read the words and I feel it!
De ja vu, once again.
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