My wish for you in your NEW YEAR

May your smiles become

laughter

May your tears soften your

heart

May your dreams be

realized

May you your friends love

you

May you realize simplicity is the

answer

May you know

...peace

...love

...happiness

gel 12/31/09

Trust... a request

I look at emerald eyes

that peer at me

seemingly from inside a box

with but one square through which

you see the world.

What is it you see in me that has brought you to my door?

You have knocked a soulful knock

and I have opened.

Will you come in?

There is a kinship of hearts that I sense

a commonality that is so uncommon

among the common.

There is a depth of you that only your eyes reveal

a burning spirit that you keep hidden...

shuttered from any and all...

able, but unwillingto trust so soon.

You trusted once;

you threw open the shutters of your heart

and greeted...

yea,...embraced love......

without reserve......

held nothing back......

put it all on the line...

leapt from the brink of all you know

into the unknown,

knowing he who loved would also catch

but he stepped out of the way at the very last moment

and you were crushed

upon the rocks of broken promises.

Yes...you have healed...you are intact...

but not whole...

a shadow of what you once were

because you cannot trust.

Your sun of youthful innocence is hidden

behind the clouds of self-doubt and skepticism.

I didn’t know you then

but I have been hurt more than you know.

I understand...

everything you have felt

and are feeling now.

I see you now and feel I want to tell you

...everything. Do you feel the same?

Is that why you’re here?

Are you ready to trust again?

or is there something else...

you wanted to say?

dtsb 09

Memories...

Same Old Lang Syne

Met my old lover in the grocery store

The snow was falling Christmas Eve

I stole behind her in the frozen foods

And I touched her on the sleeve

She didn't recognize the face at first

But then her eyes flew open wide

She went to hug me and she spilled her purse

And we laughed until we cried

We took her groceries to the checkout stand

The food was totalled up and bagged

We stood there lost in our embarrassment

As the conversation dragged

We went to have ourselves a drink or two

But couldn't find an open bar

We bought a six-pack at the liquor store

And we drank it in her car

We drank a toast to innocence,

we drank a toast to now

And tried to reach beyond the emptiness

but neither one knew how

She said she'd married her an architect

Who kept her warm and safe and dry

She would have liked to say she loved the man

But she didn't like to lie

I said the years had been a friend to her

And that her eyes were still as blue

But in those eyes I wasn't sure if

I saw doubt or gratitude

She said she saw me in the record stores

And that I must be doing well

I said the audience was heavenly

but the traveling was hell

We drank a toast to innocence,

we drank a toast to now

And tried to reach beyond the emptiness

but neither one knew how

We drank a toast to innocence,

we drank a toast to time

Reliving in our eloquence,

another 'auld lang syne'

The beer was empty

and our tongues were tired

And running out of things to say

She gave a kiss to me as I got out

and I watched her drive away

Just for a moment I was back at school

And felt that old familiar pain

And as I turned to make my way back home

The snow turned in to rain...

Sometimes its not just your own

thoughts that you pen...

Maybe its a musing or poem

from someone else...

Maybe its at times a song

that just seems right for the moment -

that plays over and over in your mind...

it express's your feelings

- your Memories -

So thank you Mr. Folgerberg...

Couldn't have said it better myself -

- http://www.danfogelberg.com/lyricsinnocent.html

Decembers Dream

As the snow glistens under the suns caress

her mind takes off its velvet dress…

Revealing memories long locked away

Memories of an ice melting day

Watching waves crash on the shore

Souls crying … more

Hearts heeding loves embrace

Another time… another place

Memories racing… caution caught by wind

Pictures so vivid she felt … sinned

Slowly the mist closed in… pages faded…

Leaving a glow of memories unjaded

Her mind adorned its dress again…

Decembers Dream closes …

much to her chagrin

GEL December 19^th 2009

Today a special post to me on my Special Day

Happy Birthday!!

Another year has come and gone

Time knocks upon your door.

It seems to come more quickly

than it ever has before.

But, if you think that this was fast,

you've seen nothing yet

for Time becomes more lightning

as we the older get

Surround yourself with those you love...

those who your humor get...

those who ...love you... have your back

and those friends newly met.

For wealth is not what you possess;

nor is it what you earn...

but friends who stay through thick and thin

who share and take their turn.

There is one thing to revel in;

one asset I can see...

you really don't look near you age.

I say this honestly

So live today as if it were

your very, very, last,

each sunset,hear the herald's cry,

"Another day is past"

Your life is not what's come and gone

but what lies up ahead.

Love your husband kids and friends

and heed what I have said.

Enjoy your day...go celebrate...

well wishes...gifts amass.

Avoid that second piece of cake

it'll end up on your a--!

As we grow...

I read the poem...
your words spoke of all the things you notice and fear...
your body's changes...as the years elapse and we age.
Time is a relentless predator...it will get us all in the end.
Not of us are immune from the effects it hason life and limb...
no antidote for the symptoms we dread.
We are all different..none the same
we will all face the end of lifeon our own terms...
We cannot hide in fearor cower from the its inevitability...
afraid it will get us...it will.
That is a given.
Life is for the living.
We must face it as it comes.
The earth in fresh...
the flowers bloom...
their fragrance calls to us...
the lambs gambol in the leas...
songbirds herald the each day's sunrise...
and the bees buzz as they pollinate...as do we all.
Damn the wrinkles...
Damn those minor aches and pains...
Damn that halting step...
Dry those self- pitying tears...
take a deep breath...fill your lungs with life...
and run...
don't walk...
forward.
Don't look back...our life lies ahead of us.
There will be a price to pay...
but, damn the cost...
keep running...
until we are bathed in the golden glow of twilight
and be laid to rest at last...knowing...we have lived!!

The Dance

My heartbeat quickens as you enter the room.

Tawny hair frames your face and caresses your shoulders.

Eyes...green as olives with a blush of gold...smile

at me as they peer...seductively.

I wonder what they see?“Am I still dressed?” I muse.

You smile...

happy as I lead you to the center of the dance floor

... we listen to the beat of the music ... let it move us.

Lovers surround us as we swirl and sway...

eyes fixed on each other...

each motion our own

but moving together to the cadence of the pounding beat.

Jungle drums pound in our head

and add a hunger to the moves we make.

Your eyes sparkle like starlight as you move

...closer...closer...until we almost touch...

so closeI smell your skin and feel the heat of your breath

on my neck as we dance.

The music surrounds us we move to our own syncopated beat.

We close our eyes and feel the motion around us.

Our fingers intertwine..

we look at each other...Our bodies touch...

creating a thousand sparks

that electrify...but no one sees.

Our arms encircle each other and

we press in as our bodies undulate...

dancing to the pounding of our hearts!

We stop...motionless...as revelers

swirl around us in a blur, then fade to black.

The din of the room is faint in our ears

as I stoop and taste your lips;

they gleam and taste like fresh-picked strawberries.

I feel their softness with my own.

We’re swept away on the rapture of our kiss...

enrapt in the sparkles of the disco ball. DT

Misunderstood

By most we are misunderstood
They don't make waves...
"We must be good!"
Your vibrant soul they never see...i
t radiates to ones like me.
Your souls your sensuality...the glow you show...
create in me.
We are connected...
you and I have appreciating eye.
This vibrancy "It must be squelched!"
from lesser hearts this bitter belch.
Unlock your heart...
you're meant to fly...
birds of a feather...you and I
.I mean not to disrupt your life...
or add to it one ounce of strife
but as you soar in spite of heat...
your company's what I entreat.
You will not be misunderstood...
we will converse...it will be good
I'll always get your point of view...
know why you do the things you do.
Another friend I welcome most...
on this voyage, let me be your host.
We'll talk about such
sinful things of lustful spirits... beating wings. FGSB

when forgiveness is not an option

I tried to reach out but you closed the door –
So I won’t be reaching out no more
I asked for your help in a unobtrusive way
But you locked me out you lost the key
I asked for acceptance in your eyes
But you turned away so I couldn’t see
~~Yes I reached out to you - but you closed The door
so I won’t, no, I won’t be reaching no more
I saw your eyes before you turned away –
You locked that door you lost that key
So now with aching heart I lift my head
Tears fall down – I feel the sun
I feel its warmth its warm embrace
I tried to open the window of the door you closed
I asked for forgiveness…
You refused to let it go
So now to have peace I need to let this go…
~~Yes I reached out to you - but you closed the door
so I won’t, no, I won’t be reaching no more
I saw your eyes before you turned away –
You locked that door you lost that key
So I won’t be reaching no more! GEL Nov 2009

Letting go... too late...

As tears fall from green eyes…
She knows she has to let go
Its too hard to love anymore
As ache surrounds her
She struggles with loneliness
She hoped she would never feel again
It seeps into her soul
As she looks into his eyes
Vagueness covers love
With shaking hands she reaches
To her face
Brushing away the pieces of her heart
One sided love is never enough
Emptiness as everything slips away
He will never be true
She closed her ears and opened her heart…
Soul mate (perhaps)?
He spoke with words well rehearsed
They fell like drops of wine…
Thirsting, longing she tasted the tangled verse
Into her veins, warming, quenching
She consumed too much… too late…
Her heart bleeding
Her soul cries
The thirst begins
Cold creeps in
Gazing at the empty carafe of love
She reaches out… too late…
Tears fall from green eyes… dlw

For Ron my Broken Friend

So you feel your worlds a changing
Things around you so unsure
The love you thought would last forever… left
Broken shattered pieces…
Turned its back
Walked out the door

All you did was reach for love
Long for its warm embrace
Just a weary worn heart
Seeking a resting place
Every door you tried to open
Every window you climbed thru
Found only cold, empty
Staring right thru you

You gave it what you had
Till your heart was spent
You challenged every option
You battled every will
Now its time for your weary heart
To rest… to be still
So life your head my dear friend
See beyond these moments
Crazed
…See there the sun is shining…
Just beyond the haze - -

- - DLW 2005

Words Unsaid...

A snow falls…
My mind wanders to a time
when hurtful words were never said…
When we would never dreamed of saying
Things that would cause each other pain
Are those days gone…
The days when kindness, love and life
Spilled forth ….
After all this time has our trust demised
To callous, spiteful words
Words thrown so carelessly
Never thinking twice how deep they may cut
Jagged edge of a verbal knife
Leaving scars that no amount of tenderness
Can ever heal
Words sown with random
Left unchecked to grow in doubt and bitterness
When does love fade, the hurt begin…
Is it with words left unsaid – DLW

Waiting...

My muse has disappeared... gone away.
I did not hear her go or hear the door slam...
or the car tires crunch on the loose gravel drive
as she backed out to go on her way...
to wherever.

I’d like to think I can write without her;
I am the one, after all, who pens the words
that bring tears of sorrow...or joy...or anger
to the seekers...who dream vicariously...
through my musings.

It is not as easy as I think... I try and try
but nothing strikes the right chord...
crumpled paper balls fall...discarded...
in and around the can where all my
refuse gathers.

Time moves so slowly when uninspired.
I wonder when she will return from away.
Should I check the door? Make sure it’s unlocked?
I do not want to prolong her absence
in any way.

This blank white page glares at me...
daring me to caress her with my pen...
with words that excite and set free...
but I cannot rise to yield what she craves!
Impotent, I fear.

I pace back and forth, but this just adds
to the frustration I am feeling.
If my muse were only here for a moment...
to plant one seed...provide a single spark...
I would burn.

I stand by the glass and look for her return;
I see her afar off and my heart jumps inside me.
I hear her voice. Can her lips be far behind?
One kiss and the floodgates open...and my passion
...flows! SF

Turning 40

Can it be that tomorrows the day…
It’s the prime of your life
that’s what they say….

Life begins at forty
that’s what they’re telling me
The best years of your life
just you wait and see…

I was looking in the mirror
crows feet did appear
Wait is that a sprinkling of some gray
just above my ear

It’s not turning forty that I seem to dread
but rather the plague
They all warn me about,
I think they call it the “middle age spread”

Halfway to eighty can it be so… as
I get up each morning already looking for
My get up and go

Some say I don’t look any older
than one of my kids
THANK goodness for that wrinkle cream
… now…Where’d I put the lid

My body is so achy now,
my memory’s taken flight
Yikes is that my bladder waking me up
in the middle of the night….

Ahh if age is just a state of mind
then what state am I in
And why does it seem so hard
keeping off that double chin

Its all about each day and
The challenges we face
So with this aging process
God please grant me grace

To get up every morning
And read thru the obits
When not seeing my name there
Burst out in gleeful fits

Ahh yes I will be forty
So bring it on I say…
Now help me outa my chair
so I can go out and play

DLW Dec. 17th, 2003