Tag Archive | shadows

Your Day

Dec27

Today

You would love to just stay there in bed for a while
To savor the feeling of being well rested.
You don’t have a snooze button so you must arise.
If you stayed in bed longer it wouldn’t be wise.
To the living of life you’re fully invested.
 You’ve already started your day with a big smile.

Today’s going to be a great day – one wherein
You’ll find much satisfaction. The smile on your face
Means that from start to finish you handle Your Day
In the knowing that no one can stand in your way
But yourself. Take advantage of the awesome grace
Of Your Day. Be most eager to want to begin.

There’s no time for excuses, daydreams, and delays.
Fill your lungs with your own positive energy.
Get your mind in the mode. Get your body to scream
With excitement regarding your most cherished dream.
You may not win today but tomorrow will be
Fortunate and fulfilling in manifold ways.

Today you want to do something differently
Than you’ve done in the past because you want a new
Thing to happen. Be the change that you want to see
In your world. It can be as you want it to be
Only if you don’t let life get the best of you.
Come awake to the one you are eternally.

When You Are Old

Aug11

Prepare For What Is Coming

When you are old and grey and you are full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, kindly take down this book
And slowly read, and dream of the ultra-softness
Of the look your eyes once had. You are an actress
In the way you’ve forsaken me. One day you’ll look
With your eyes of deep shadows and bitterly weep.

How many loved your moments of glad grace? And how
Many knew but your beauty with love false or true?
Yet one true lover loved the pilgrim soul in you.
Loving you was the only thing that I could do.
Several times rejected, I can’t feel but blue.
Will my heartache and sorrow be etched in your brow?

As this is addressed to you from my open heart
Which cherishes the sorrows of your changing face
And of your bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur a little sadly that love was not ours.
Memories of how things might have been you’ll embrace
With a bittersweet conscience. I’ll not be a part.

How love fled paced upon the mountains overhead
And sadly hid his face among a crowd of stars
Desperately hoping that my lover will see
That the best thing in her life could well have been me.
Present tense is the storage place of our memoirs.
You may know in your heart every tear that I’ve shed.