The Writer
Sometimes I sit here wondering what to write.
Do I write about you?
How losing you shattered my life,
Or do I write about you in the present tense?
To fool myself and the reader,
Into thinking everything is still ok.
Shall I reminisce about the day I proposed?
Or how life used to dance in your eyes,
And I felt so complete.
Do I let my pain and anger flow into words,
Hiding my tears behind thin scrolls of ink
As I confess my sorrow?
Maybe I’ll write about someone else,
So for a moment I can live their life
And hide from mine.
I know, I’ll write about a sunset,
Or a morning cup of coffee!
That seems safe.
No, that won’t work.
A sunset reminds me of your beauty
And you died in the morning.
Wednesday
What did I do to deserve this?
What did I do to deserve this?
One thing after another
Constantly going wrong
I didn’t do anything special
Or out of the ordinary
So, Why me Lord?
I’ve traveled a lot of roads
Trying to do what’s right
Yet every time I turn around
There’s a new hurdle
For me to overcome
Are you even there?
Suddenly from around a corner
My daughter runs with a smile
With her arms wide open
And her eyes full of love
Everything changes
And I feel like a fool
What did I do to deserve this
Precious gift from God
Her undying love
I didn’t do anything special
Or out of the ordinary
But thank you Lord.
What did I do to deserve this?
One thing after another
Constantly going wrong
I didn’t do anything special
Or out of the ordinary
So, Why me Lord?
I’ve traveled a lot of roads
Trying to do what’s right
Yet every time I turn around
There’s a new hurdle
For me to overcome
Are you even there?
Suddenly from around a corner
My daughter runs with a smile
With her arms wide open
And her eyes full of love
Everything changes
And I feel like a fool
What did I do to deserve this
Precious gift from God
Her undying love
I didn’t do anything special
Or out of the ordinary
But thank you Lord.
Where Did You Go?
Where did you go? Once there was a time when life was full of light.
I trusted the world and the difference between wrong and right.
How fresh it was then, beauty in its raw and simple form.
That was before the rain and the betrayal of a fathers scorn.
Father, I don’t understand? Why did you show me this pain?
Do you hate me so that I must I feel it time and time again?
What did I do for you to rob me of my love and innocence?
Why must I summon the courage to end this pain so immense?
You don’t talk any more even when I listen so hard to hear
All I see is your back as I live my blackened life in fear.
I don’t want to die. All I want is my life with light to live.
Can you find it in your heart to remove the darkness and forgive?
Though I do not know exactly what I have done
Somehow I lost the love I had by rights as your son.
I turn to you this last time before I go
All I ask is for me your love to show.
Where did you go? Once there was a time when life was full of light.
I trusted the world and the difference between wrong and right.
How fresh it was then, beauty in its raw and simple form.
That was before the rain and the betrayal of a fathers scorn.
Father, I don’t understand? Why did you show me this pain?
Do you hate me so that I must I feel it time and time again?
What did I do for you to rob me of my love and innocence?
Why must I summon the courage to end this pain so immense?
You don’t talk any more even when I listen so hard to hear
All I see is your back as I live my blackened life in fear.
I don’t want to die. All I want is my life with light to live.
Can you find it in your heart to remove the darkness and forgive?
Though I do not know exactly what I have done
Somehow I lost the love I had by rights as your son.
I turn to you this last time before I go
All I ask is for me your love to show.
The Widows Peak
Staring into the distance
her eyes as empty as her heart
she scans the horizon
unaware of the beauty of the sun
She can not smell the sea
or hear the waves crash the beach
the gentle breezes on her cheeks
caress her unnoticed
She waits for a day
she knows will never come
refusing to let go
of her one and only love
She only feels the last time
his lips pressed against hers
as his promise to return
forever branded her heart
Time is her enemy now
imprisoning her in wait
until their reunion
this peak is where she'll stay
Staring into the distance
her eyes as empty as her heart
she scans the horizon
unaware of the beauty of the sun
She can not smell the sea
or hear the waves crash the beach
the gentle breezes on her cheeks
caress her unnoticed
She waits for a day
she knows will never come
refusing to let go
of her one and only love
She only feels the last time
his lips pressed against hers
as his promise to return
forever branded her heart
Time is her enemy now
imprisoning her in wait
until their reunion
this peak is where she'll stay
The Victim
Slipping into the darkness,
her cries go unheard.
There is nowhere to hide
from a monster this close.
There are those who suspect
yet remain silent,
allowing her to live
in her hideous nightmare.
She lives in constant fear
of waking the monster.
She mustn't do anything wrong
she has to be perfect.
In the safety of her peers
the monster demands silence.
Their laughter puzzles her.
Don't they have monsters too?
Another night comes.
Careful not to leave a mark
the beast strikes again.
Her nightmare continues.
Just another night among many.
She weeps in the dark
wondering when if ever,
someone will open their eyes.
This poem is dedicated to the
thousands of women and children who
suffer from abuse. Please
help put an end to their nightmare.
Don't close your eyes, lend a hand.
Slipping into the darkness,
her cries go unheard.
There is nowhere to hide
from a monster this close.
There are those who suspect
yet remain silent,
allowing her to live
in her hideous nightmare.
She lives in constant fear
of waking the monster.
She mustn't do anything wrong
she has to be perfect.
In the safety of her peers
the monster demands silence.
Their laughter puzzles her.
Don't they have monsters too?
Another night comes.
Careful not to leave a mark
the beast strikes again.
Her nightmare continues.
Just another night among many.
She weeps in the dark
wondering when if ever,
someone will open their eyes.
This poem is dedicated to the
thousands of women and children who
suffer from abuse. Please
help put an end to their nightmare.
Don't close your eyes, lend a hand.
The Truths About Love
Some people confuse love with lust or need
While others dismiss it as a myth or fantasy.
Some people say, “You have to work at it”,
or “You must learn to compromise”.
While love is accompanied by passion,
The passion is that of heart not the body.
You can not find love, while in search of filling a need.
Love finds you and fills you in ways you never imagined.
Love is only a myth when you accept anything less.
You can not make someone into something they are not.
Why would you want to, when they are not themselves?
Love is not a fantasy, yet its beauty surpasses any imagination.
Love in its purest form requires no effort
The beauty lies in the giving of yourself, free of any defenses.
What compromise is there, when you desire to give all of yourself?
Why fear the giving of yourself, when what you receive completes you?
Some people confuse love with lust or need
While others dismiss it as a myth or fantasy.
Some people say, “You have to work at it”,
or “You must learn to compromise”.
While love is accompanied by passion,
The passion is that of heart not the body.
You can not find love, while in search of filling a need.
Love finds you and fills you in ways you never imagined.
Love is only a myth when you accept anything less.
You can not make someone into something they are not.
Why would you want to, when they are not themselves?
Love is not a fantasy, yet its beauty surpasses any imagination.
Love in its purest form requires no effort
The beauty lies in the giving of yourself, free of any defenses.
What compromise is there, when you desire to give all of yourself?
Why fear the giving of yourself, when what you receive completes you?
The Truth
She sits motionless, huddled in the corner of a doorway to nowhere.
Long gnarled strands of gray partially conceal her empty blue eyes.
She bothers not to raise her head at the sound of hurried footsteps.
For she knows they only scuffle by, never daring to stop at her feet.
As the cold autumn wind swirls violently within her three walls,
The hardened stone beneath her withered frame offers little comfort.
Spoiled teens mock her in vain as she converses with ghosts beside her.
But why shouldn’t she speak to memories when only they listen?
Occasionally hardened souls shake their heads to force her into shame.
Yet from within their hands they harness the power to restore her hope.
Time after time, everyone, every day, turn their backs to her in disgrace.
She can not help herself and they refuse to lift her up. So who is to blame?
She was once a mother, daughter, sister and wife,
Full of passion, life, laughter and undying faith
Are we ignorant enough to believe she was never one of us?
Why? Is it easier to think she was born in a box?
It is us who turn our heads, ashamed to look in her eyes.
For we suffer from the weight of our own conscience, our shame.
She sits motionless, huddled in the corner of a doorway to nowhere.
Long gnarled strands of gray partially conceal her empty blue eyes.
She bothers not to raise her head at the sound of hurried footsteps.
For she knows they only scuffle by, never daring to stop at her feet.
As the cold autumn wind swirls violently within her three walls,
The hardened stone beneath her withered frame offers little comfort.
Spoiled teens mock her in vain as she converses with ghosts beside her.
But why shouldn’t she speak to memories when only they listen?
Occasionally hardened souls shake their heads to force her into shame.
Yet from within their hands they harness the power to restore her hope.
Time after time, everyone, every day, turn their backs to her in disgrace.
She can not help herself and they refuse to lift her up. So who is to blame?
She was once a mother, daughter, sister and wife,
Full of passion, life, laughter and undying faith
Are we ignorant enough to believe she was never one of us?
Why? Is it easier to think she was born in a box?
It is us who turn our heads, ashamed to look in her eyes.
For we suffer from the weight of our own conscience, our shame.
THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS
In todays’ day and time,
it's easy to lose sight,
of the true meaning of Christmas
and one special night.
When we go shopping,
We say "How much will it cost?"
Then the true meaning of Christmas,
Somehow becomes lost.
Amidst the tinsel, glitter
And ribbons of gold,
We forget about the child,
born on a night so cold.
The children look for Santa
In his big, red sleigh
Never thinking of the child
Whose bed was made of hay.
In reality,
When we look into the night sky,
We don't see a sleigh
But a star, burning bright and high.
A faithful reminder,
Of that night so long ago,
And of the child we call Jesus,
Whose love, the world would know.
By Brian K. Walters
In todays’ day and time,
it's easy to lose sight,
of the true meaning of Christmas
and one special night.
When we go shopping,
We say "How much will it cost?"
Then the true meaning of Christmas,
Somehow becomes lost.
Amidst the tinsel, glitter
And ribbons of gold,
We forget about the child,
born on a night so cold.
The children look for Santa
In his big, red sleigh
Never thinking of the child
Whose bed was made of hay.
In reality,
When we look into the night sky,
We don't see a sleigh
But a star, burning bright and high.
A faithful reminder,
Of that night so long ago,
And of the child we call Jesus,
Whose love, the world would know.
By Brian K. Walters
The Traveler
I am merely a traveler
Enjoying this wonderful ride
So many things to see
So much to learn
I have felt the warmth of the sun,
The gentle kiss of rain
The joy of laughter
And the honesty of tears
With every turn I make
new adventures await
Yet everything means nothing
Without the wisdom of the past
We experience the warmth of love
The sorrows of goodbye
We see the beauty of a smile
And treasure the simple things the most
The one thing I have learned
Is everything has a meaning
Purpose and time
That, is the magic of life
I am merely a traveler
Enjoying this wonderful ride
So many things to see
So much to learn
I have felt the warmth of the sun,
The gentle kiss of rain
The joy of laughter
And the honesty of tears
With every turn I make
new adventures await
Yet everything means nothing
Without the wisdom of the past
We experience the warmth of love
The sorrows of goodbye
We see the beauty of a smile
And treasure the simple things the most
The one thing I have learned
Is everything has a meaning
Purpose and time
That, is the magic of life
The Search
Just wondering
Will I ever find you?
Do you exist?
In my dreams
You’ve always been there
Yet in life, where are you?
So many choices
I’ve made wrong
While looking for you, all along.
I even know
What you look like,
and how warm your smile is.
Why can’t I find you?
Why is it so hard?
Time is slipping away
In my heart
I want to believe
You’re out there searching for me
Will we ever meet?
Or will I find
You were just a dream.
Just wondering
Will I ever find you?
Do you exist?
In my dreams
You’ve always been there
Yet in life, where are you?
So many choices
I’ve made wrong
While looking for you, all along.
I even know
What you look like,
and how warm your smile is.
Why can’t I find you?
Why is it so hard?
Time is slipping away
In my heart
I want to believe
You’re out there searching for me
Will we ever meet?
Or will I find
You were just a dream.
The Reunion
Sitting here staring at an empty wall while chasing shadows in my mind,
Wonderful memories appear like flash bulbs revealing a priceless glimpse in time.
Slowly, my lifeless eyes drift to the floor while everything around me ceases to exist.
There in my sacred world, you appear and the warmth of your eyes grant my wish.
Like sand through my fingers, these precious memories begin to slip away.
Trying to hold on, I close my eyes and dread the birth of oncoming days.
How do I allow myself this impossible betrayal, to let go and say goodbye?
When without, you my world collapsed into nothing and my soul died.
Oh how I long to be whole again, simply by the velvet of your skin beneath my touch.
I wonder if you really know just how much you filled my life. I miss you so much.
I remember, how the soft morning sun would give your hair a warm golden glow.
How honored I felt, just to witness the magic of your smile and receive the love you showed.
The subtle music of your laughter, will always echo in my heart.
I pray you will forever know my love will never part.
In your caring and unselfish way, you would ask me to let go and move on in my life.
Please forgive me, this I can not do, for until I breathe my last breath you are my wife.
So here I sit every night, chasing shadows and staring at an empty wall.
Holding on to fading memories, while tenderly cherishing them all.
Anxiously, I wait to slip away into our sacred world for the last time.
To reunite with the woman I love, and once again take her velvet hands into mine.
Sitting here staring at an empty wall while chasing shadows in my mind,
Wonderful memories appear like flash bulbs revealing a priceless glimpse in time.
Slowly, my lifeless eyes drift to the floor while everything around me ceases to exist.
There in my sacred world, you appear and the warmth of your eyes grant my wish.
Like sand through my fingers, these precious memories begin to slip away.
Trying to hold on, I close my eyes and dread the birth of oncoming days.
How do I allow myself this impossible betrayal, to let go and say goodbye?
When without, you my world collapsed into nothing and my soul died.
Oh how I long to be whole again, simply by the velvet of your skin beneath my touch.
I wonder if you really know just how much you filled my life. I miss you so much.
I remember, how the soft morning sun would give your hair a warm golden glow.
How honored I felt, just to witness the magic of your smile and receive the love you showed.
The subtle music of your laughter, will always echo in my heart.
I pray you will forever know my love will never part.
In your caring and unselfish way, you would ask me to let go and move on in my life.
Please forgive me, this I can not do, for until I breathe my last breath you are my wife.
So here I sit every night, chasing shadows and staring at an empty wall.
Holding on to fading memories, while tenderly cherishing them all.
Anxiously, I wait to slip away into our sacred world for the last time.
To reunite with the woman I love, and once again take her velvet hands into mine.
The Rescue
I am chained in silence among this army of trees
A humbled man repenting as I fall to my knees
The quiet is deafening yet there is no fear
Even in this darkness when his footsteps near
His bitter touch has quelled a thousand stings
From my back I lie in awe of an angels wings
Descending from the gray in a blanket of gold
The warmth in her eyes destroys his hold
Into me she breathes a life different from my own
As I spy my fading shell never again will I be alone.
The peace I feel reveals warmth so strange to me and real
Pain is no longer a memory as it is time for me to heal..
I am chained in silence among this army of trees
A humbled man repenting as I fall to my knees
The quiet is deafening yet there is no fear
Even in this darkness when his footsteps near
His bitter touch has quelled a thousand stings
From my back I lie in awe of an angels wings
Descending from the gray in a blanket of gold
The warmth in her eyes destroys his hold
Into me she breathes a life different from my own
As I spy my fading shell never again will I be alone.
The peace I feel reveals warmth so strange to me and real
Pain is no longer a memory as it is time for me to heal..
The Reality Of Now
The sweet aroma of roses fade into a distant memory
Blackened pedals drift silently to the hardwood floor
Only to be swept away by a soft summer breeze
The light tickle of ivory once beckoned her embrace
Now as it echoes off these empty walls, it haunts me
Finding little consolation in my beliefs, I drown in her
Caring not to hear only a faint whisper on the wind
I long for my ears to bleed from her screaming my name
As my fingers glide across this cold faded photograph
I writhe in agony to feel her velvet skin beneath my touch
As night falls the endless silence becomes deafening
Alone with my memories of her, I pray for endless sleep
Wishing I could still smell her perfume on this empty satin
I clutch her pillow and silently whisper her name
Hoping to fade into darkness, never to rise again
The sweet aroma of roses fade into a distant memory
Blackened pedals drift silently to the hardwood floor
Only to be swept away by a soft summer breeze
The light tickle of ivory once beckoned her embrace
Now as it echoes off these empty walls, it haunts me
Finding little consolation in my beliefs, I drown in her
Caring not to hear only a faint whisper on the wind
I long for my ears to bleed from her screaming my name
As my fingers glide across this cold faded photograph
I writhe in agony to feel her velvet skin beneath my touch
As night falls the endless silence becomes deafening
Alone with my memories of her, I pray for endless sleep
Wishing I could still smell her perfume on this empty satin
I clutch her pillow and silently whisper her name
Hoping to fade into darkness, never to rise again
The Reality Of Now
The sweet aroma of roses fade into a distant memory
Blackened pedals drift silently to the hardwood floor
Only to be swept away by a soft summer breeze
The light tickle of ivory once beckoned her embrace
Now as it echoes off these empty walls, it haunts me
Finding little consolation in my beliefs, I drown in her
Caring not to hear only a faint whisper on the wind
I long for my ears to bleed from her screaming my name
As my fingers glide across this cold faded photograph
I writhe in agony to feel her velvet skin beneath my touch
As night falls the endless silence becomes deafening
Alone with my memories of her, I pray for endless sleep
Wishing I could still smell her perfume on this empty satin
I clutch her pillow and silently whisper her name
Hoping to fade into darkness, never to rise again
The sweet aroma of roses fade into a distant memory
Blackened pedals drift silently to the hardwood floor
Only to be swept away by a soft summer breeze
The light tickle of ivory once beckoned her embrace
Now as it echoes off these empty walls, it haunts me
Finding little consolation in my beliefs, I drown in her
Caring not to hear only a faint whisper on the wind
I long for my ears to bleed from her screaming my name
As my fingers glide across this cold faded photograph
I writhe in agony to feel her velvet skin beneath my touch
As night falls the endless silence becomes deafening
Alone with my memories of her, I pray for endless sleep
Wishing I could still smell her perfume on this empty satin
I clutch her pillow and silently whisper her name
Hoping to fade into darkness, never to rise again
The Proposal
As we sat on this pebbled beach, thousands of tiny white bubbles danced to the shore.
With our socks discarded on the stones, we dipped our toes in the warm crevices left behind.
Gently I brushed away the strands of gold from her eyes as they danced on the summer wind.
I remember she looked at me and without saying a word, told me she loved me with her smile.
“Do you think we’ll always be together?” she asked as her eyes awaited mine in response.
My fingers nervously fumbled through my pocket as I turned to her and replied…
“I hope so. I’d hate to have to return this”.
As I opened the small velvet covered box, her eyes lit up and she jumped into my arms.
I’ll never forget the excitement in her smile as she pressed her lips against mine.
Even the incredible beauty of the sunset behind her, couldn’t come close to that of hers.
With a great sense of relief I said “I guess I can take that as a yes?”
She smiled and her eyes danced with life as she kissed me again and again. “Yes!” she replied.
I could feel my heart pounding through my chest as we fell to the soft blanket of sand.
For the first time in my life, I felt… complete.
As we sat on this pebbled beach, thousands of tiny white bubbles danced to the shore.
With our socks discarded on the stones, we dipped our toes in the warm crevices left behind.
Gently I brushed away the strands of gold from her eyes as they danced on the summer wind.
I remember she looked at me and without saying a word, told me she loved me with her smile.
“Do you think we’ll always be together?” she asked as her eyes awaited mine in response.
My fingers nervously fumbled through my pocket as I turned to her and replied…
“I hope so. I’d hate to have to return this”.
As I opened the small velvet covered box, her eyes lit up and she jumped into my arms.
I’ll never forget the excitement in her smile as she pressed her lips against mine.
Even the incredible beauty of the sunset behind her, couldn’t come close to that of hers.
With a great sense of relief I said “I guess I can take that as a yes?”
She smiled and her eyes danced with life as she kissed me again and again. “Yes!” she replied.
I could feel my heart pounding through my chest as we fell to the soft blanket of sand.
For the first time in my life, I felt… complete.
Photo Album
Turning the pages of an old forgotten book
I saw familiar faces and my memories shook
In my mind I ran movies without any sound
I saw their laughter and felt their love around
I was reminded of a time long ago
Of a bond only friends and family know
I couldn’t help but let a tear fall
Remembering them hurts, God I miss them all
I thought time had washed my past away
Yet this book reminds me, in my heart they’ll always stay
Though I must carry on in my journey through life
we’ll meet again someday when I enter the light
Until then I’ll cherish these withered pages
For they tell the story of my life and it’s many stages
They remind me of who I am and of those I have loved
My guardian angels waiting above.
Turning the pages of an old forgotten book
I saw familiar faces and my memories shook
In my mind I ran movies without any sound
I saw their laughter and felt their love around
I was reminded of a time long ago
Of a bond only friends and family know
I couldn’t help but let a tear fall
Remembering them hurts, God I miss them all
I thought time had washed my past away
Yet this book reminds me, in my heart they’ll always stay
Though I must carry on in my journey through life
we’ll meet again someday when I enter the light
Until then I’ll cherish these withered pages
For they tell the story of my life and it’s many stages
They remind me of who I am and of those I have loved
My guardian angels waiting above.
The Phone Call
Her fingers follow small streaks of rain
As they race for the bottom of the window.
The reflection of her endless brown eyes
Stays constant above her breath on the glass.
She doesn’t know the reasons why he left
She only knows the pain left in his absence.
Every night she prays to a God she hopes is listening
To bring him home back where he belongs.
Every morning she misses his hugs, laughter and smile.
At the bus stop she always turns to see no one there.
In class she can’t help but write his name over and over.
Sometimes she even hates him for leaving her alone.
After a long ride home she sees the fathers waiting there,
Then studies her friends faces as they light up with smiles.
Her eyes fade into silence as she begins her walk home.
She wants to cry but knows she has to be strong.
As she walks in the door the phone begins to ring.
On the other end she hears "Hi honey, it’s daddy!"
As the tears well in her eyes she replies "Hi daddy,
I Love you! When are you coming home?"
In a shaken voice he replies "I love you too honey,
I’ll be home soon. Just take care of mommy for me ok?"
"I will daddy" she said and handed her mom the phone.
She ran for her room and began to cry…
For she knows, just how long "soon" can be.
Her fingers follow small streaks of rain
As they race for the bottom of the window.
The reflection of her endless brown eyes
Stays constant above her breath on the glass.
She doesn’t know the reasons why he left
She only knows the pain left in his absence.
Every night she prays to a God she hopes is listening
To bring him home back where he belongs.
Every morning she misses his hugs, laughter and smile.
At the bus stop she always turns to see no one there.
In class she can’t help but write his name over and over.
Sometimes she even hates him for leaving her alone.
After a long ride home she sees the fathers waiting there,
Then studies her friends faces as they light up with smiles.
Her eyes fade into silence as she begins her walk home.
She wants to cry but knows she has to be strong.
As she walks in the door the phone begins to ring.
On the other end she hears "Hi honey, it’s daddy!"
As the tears well in her eyes she replies "Hi daddy,
I Love you! When are you coming home?"
In a shaken voice he replies "I love you too honey,
I’ll be home soon. Just take care of mommy for me ok?"
"I will daddy" she said and handed her mom the phone.
She ran for her room and began to cry…
For she knows, just how long "soon" can be.
The Performance
My ticket was the warm cup of coffee in my hands.
As I entered the theater the screen door slammed
My red carpet was the old faded rug by the door
I sat in the balcony to enjoy the view from my porch
With great anticipation I waited for the show to begin
As my cheeks were gently tickled by the morning wind
The orchestra of songbirds began to gently play
As the curtain of darkness was lifted by the light of day
Bright and amazing colors of the sunrise began the light display
As a soft golden hue slowly overtook the lazy morning gray
The character of the fog silently receded from the stage
Unveiling a lake of glass still sleeping beneath the haze
The pure and simple beauty as well as the peace of this place
Presented a performance which could never be replaced
From the edge of my seat on the old porch swing
I sat in awe and wondered what the next act would bring
A beautiful pair of swans began their loving dance of grace
I could just sense the loyalty in their hearts and on their face
Pleading for an encore I hoped this show would never end
Yet I know for this performance I’ll return again and again.
With a great sigh of contentment I rose from my seat
Comforted by the knowledge this show would repeat
As I turned to witness the curtain of darkness fall
I knew I had seen the greatest performance of all
My ticket was the warm cup of coffee in my hands.
As I entered the theater the screen door slammed
My red carpet was the old faded rug by the door
I sat in the balcony to enjoy the view from my porch
With great anticipation I waited for the show to begin
As my cheeks were gently tickled by the morning wind
The orchestra of songbirds began to gently play
As the curtain of darkness was lifted by the light of day
Bright and amazing colors of the sunrise began the light display
As a soft golden hue slowly overtook the lazy morning gray
The character of the fog silently receded from the stage
Unveiling a lake of glass still sleeping beneath the haze
The pure and simple beauty as well as the peace of this place
Presented a performance which could never be replaced
From the edge of my seat on the old porch swing
I sat in awe and wondered what the next act would bring
A beautiful pair of swans began their loving dance of grace
I could just sense the loyalty in their hearts and on their face
Pleading for an encore I hoped this show would never end
Yet I know for this performance I’ll return again and again.
With a great sigh of contentment I rose from my seat
Comforted by the knowledge this show would repeat
As I turned to witness the curtain of darkness fall
I knew I had seen the greatest performance of all
The Painter
His soul flows onto the canvas with the grace of an angel
Brilliant colors emerge portraying every emotion in his heart
His brush and inner thoughts dance in perfect cadence
Creating the perfect window into the essence of him
He is an artist forever willing to bare himself to all
Though he may not control the world he lives in
The oils on his palette allow him to become the creator
In jubilation, his spirit dances with precious freedom
Brilliant shades of blue, purple and red
Give birth to the essence of life itself
While yellows, browns and greens
Provide the foundation of mother earth
He smiles with the rare serenity his creation gives him.
For even he discovers more about the artist as he gazes.
With contentment he signs the reflection of this stage in life.
Claude Monet
His soul flows onto the canvas with the grace of an angel
Brilliant colors emerge portraying every emotion in his heart
His brush and inner thoughts dance in perfect cadence
Creating the perfect window into the essence of him
He is an artist forever willing to bare himself to all
Though he may not control the world he lives in
The oils on his palette allow him to become the creator
In jubilation, his spirit dances with precious freedom
Brilliant shades of blue, purple and red
Give birth to the essence of life itself
While yellows, browns and greens
Provide the foundation of mother earth
He smiles with the rare serenity his creation gives him.
For even he discovers more about the artist as he gazes.
With contentment he signs the reflection of this stage in life.
Claude Monet
The Old Man
I’ve been alone for many years
I wonder if I can even shed a tear
So long ago I ceased to care
To protect a heart withered and bare
The sun still shines
Yet it’s warmth I no longer feel
I hide behind time
In fantasy it has the power to heal
I see children laugh at this playground
Why is it for me there is no sound
I see her loving eyes and beautiful face
I wake and realize her I can not embrace
What an evil game
To curse me with memories again
To wake a beast that should have slept
Time has stolen promises kept
She walks with him
Failing to rejoice I hate him for that
My heart and soul have died
All my tears have been cried.
So here I sit
On this cold bench alone
I wish this nightmare would end
Every time I walk home
I’ve been alone for many years
I wonder if I can even shed a tear
So long ago I ceased to care
To protect a heart withered and bare
The sun still shines
Yet it’s warmth I no longer feel
I hide behind time
In fantasy it has the power to heal
I see children laugh at this playground
Why is it for me there is no sound
I see her loving eyes and beautiful face
I wake and realize her I can not embrace
What an evil game
To curse me with memories again
To wake a beast that should have slept
Time has stolen promises kept
She walks with him
Failing to rejoice I hate him for that
My heart and soul have died
All my tears have been cried.
So here I sit
On this cold bench alone
I wish this nightmare would end
Every time I walk home
The Man In The Glass
I wonder if I’ll ever like the man in the glass.
Will I ever know him like others believe they do?
Who is he, this man with such sad eyes?
Will he ever find the peace he searches for?
I’ve watched him grow, yet never knew him well.
He wears so many faces, yet hides his soul from all.
I have witnessed the tears he has tried so hard to hide.
He hates me, for how well I know the pain he suffers.
To those outside the glass, he appears free from his past.
Ah but what a grand illusionist he has become.
Will he ever be able to move forward again
Or will his sorrow forever bury his spirit?
He cringes at opening his heart again,
Afraid none other will ever know,
the man in the glass
like she did
I wonder if I’ll ever like the man in the glass.
Will I ever know him like others believe they do?
Who is he, this man with such sad eyes?
Will he ever find the peace he searches for?
I’ve watched him grow, yet never knew him well.
He wears so many faces, yet hides his soul from all.
I have witnessed the tears he has tried so hard to hide.
He hates me, for how well I know the pain he suffers.
To those outside the glass, he appears free from his past.
Ah but what a grand illusionist he has become.
Will he ever be able to move forward again
Or will his sorrow forever bury his spirit?
He cringes at opening his heart again,
Afraid none other will ever know,
the man in the glass
like she did
The Hermit
I had to come here, to this place where time stands still.
As the sun rises, life is given to this old hill.
The colors of fall unveil a beauty no brush can paint.
Here even a child like me feels like a saint.
I came here confused and alone
A doubting man without a home
Time had taken its’ toll on me
Yet here I am able to set my soul free
To those who have never witnessed this place
I am just an old man with a withered face.
Yet it is they who age alone in life
I am the child basking in the light.
I am not judged by what I have done or own
The emptiness of pain I no longer know
I am not struggling for that gift of peace
God has granted that wish for me.
So do not look upon me with pity or shame.
What right do you have when you’re a moth to a flame?
I am at one with my soul and he
There is no place on earth I would rather be
I had to come here, to this place where time stands still.
As the sun rises, life is given to this old hill.
The colors of fall unveil a beauty no brush can paint.
Here even a child like me feels like a saint.
I came here confused and alone
A doubting man without a home
Time had taken its’ toll on me
Yet here I am able to set my soul free
To those who have never witnessed this place
I am just an old man with a withered face.
Yet it is they who age alone in life
I am the child basking in the light.
I am not judged by what I have done or own
The emptiness of pain I no longer know
I am not struggling for that gift of peace
God has granted that wish for me.
So do not look upon me with pity or shame.
What right do you have when you’re a moth to a flame?
I am at one with my soul and he
There is no place on earth I would rather be
The Hands of Time
People say time heals all wounds
I don't think so
Some wounds run far too deep
to simply fade away
Having to carry on in life
Isn't a cure
It' s a matter of survival
that sometimes fails
When someone becomes
part of your heart
The waves of time
can't remove them
Even the slightest reminder
innocently placed
can melt years of armor
then bring us to tears
Love is a word
widely used
Yet in its purest form
is the rarest of all
Love, withstands time
it's the body that fails us
just like time
love is infinite.
People say time heals all wounds
I don't think so
Some wounds run far too deep
to simply fade away
Having to carry on in life
Isn't a cure
It' s a matter of survival
that sometimes fails
When someone becomes
part of your heart
The waves of time
can't remove them
Even the slightest reminder
innocently placed
can melt years of armor
then bring us to tears
Love is a word
widely used
Yet in its purest form
is the rarest of all
Love, withstands time
it's the body that fails us
just like time
love is infinite.
The Ghost Of White Mountain
She walks the same road and lives the same night.
Unable to let go she turns her back on the light.
She was meant to live and experience the joys of life.
How can she forgive when her soul still feels the knife.
From his haunting laughter she tries to run,
But every night hereafter the damage is done.
From the light, outstretched arms try to relieve her pain.
Past them she runs through blackened trees and the rain.
Why weren’t they there, when she needed them the most?
Now she’s simply known as “White Mountains’ Ghost”.
She once had a future, a life and a name,
All senselessly taken by the devils’ game.
In a bar down the road, a demon slowly drinks his poison,
Trying to drown out her screams, from which he can’t run.
Endlessly haunted by the look of sheer terror on her face,
He begs his conscience for mercy and that night be erased.
The devil simply laughs at his pawns’ insanity,
Knowing he has his soul to torment for eternity.
Down the mountain he drives as an eerie fog rolls in.
His vision impaired as the effects of his poison begin.
Out from the mist “White Mountains ghost” appears,
As the sounds of her laughter are the last he hears.
His sentence begins as he enters the arms of the beast.
Finally freed, she enters the light and basks in her peace.
She walks the same road and lives the same night.
Unable to let go she turns her back on the light.
She was meant to live and experience the joys of life.
How can she forgive when her soul still feels the knife.
From his haunting laughter she tries to run,
But every night hereafter the damage is done.
From the light, outstretched arms try to relieve her pain.
Past them she runs through blackened trees and the rain.
Why weren’t they there, when she needed them the most?
Now she’s simply known as “White Mountains’ Ghost”.
She once had a future, a life and a name,
All senselessly taken by the devils’ game.
In a bar down the road, a demon slowly drinks his poison,
Trying to drown out her screams, from which he can’t run.
Endlessly haunted by the look of sheer terror on her face,
He begs his conscience for mercy and that night be erased.
The devil simply laughs at his pawns’ insanity,
Knowing he has his soul to torment for eternity.
Down the mountain he drives as an eerie fog rolls in.
His vision impaired as the effects of his poison begin.
Out from the mist “White Mountains ghost” appears,
As the sounds of her laughter are the last he hears.
His sentence begins as he enters the arms of the beast.
Finally freed, she enters the light and basks in her peace.
The End of the Road
Sometimes I wonder why I am even here
Every step I take, every road leads to fear.
I try so hard to be the best person I can
In doing so, some people claim I’m not a man.
Who is to say what is wrong or right?
When in this darkness there is no light.
My heart has become a hardened stone.
To live again, I must now walk alone.
Having virtue, morals and self esteem
leads to the sacrifice of my life and dreams.
Tired of searching for guidance or hand to hold
Simply finding none, I question my soul.
The road of life used to be so bright
Full of promise, warmth and light.
Now the promise is painfully gone
I no longer want to travel this road I’m on.
Sometimes I wonder why I am even here
Every step I take, every road leads to fear.
I try so hard to be the best person I can
In doing so, some people claim I’m not a man.
Who is to say what is wrong or right?
When in this darkness there is no light.
My heart has become a hardened stone.
To live again, I must now walk alone.
Having virtue, morals and self esteem
leads to the sacrifice of my life and dreams.
Tired of searching for guidance or hand to hold
Simply finding none, I question my soul.
The road of life used to be so bright
Full of promise, warmth and light.
Now the promise is painfully gone
I no longer want to travel this road I’m on.
The End of My Masquerade Ball
I used to think love was like a rose
You had to nurture it in order to see its true beauty
Now I have found true love is that of a sunrise
Its beauty comes so natural and is simply breathtaking
Thousands of lost souls
Show up to life’s masquerade ball
Parading their plastic faces
While hiding their souls from all
You taught me to lower my mask
As you cradled my soul within your arms.
Then you covered me in a blanket of warmth
Flowing from your heart
For such a freedom
I have never felt
To finally shed
A disguise so dearly held
When I look into your eyes
I witness an angels smile
From my heart a river flows
A love so true and wild
I feel like a child
Rediscovering life
Pulled from the darkness
Now able to bask in the light
I used to think love was like a rose
You had to nurture it in order to see its true beauty
Now I have found true love is that of a sunrise
Its beauty comes so natural and is simply breathtaking
Thousands of lost souls
Show up to life’s masquerade ball
Parading their plastic faces
While hiding their souls from all
You taught me to lower my mask
As you cradled my soul within your arms.
Then you covered me in a blanket of warmth
Flowing from your heart
For such a freedom
I have never felt
To finally shed
A disguise so dearly held
When I look into your eyes
I witness an angels smile
From my heart a river flows
A love so true and wild
I feel like a child
Rediscovering life
Pulled from the darkness
Now able to bask in the light
The Cost of Freedom
The Cost of Freedom
An innocent child kneels beside her bed
In the glow of moonlight a prayer is said
As a single alligator tear falls from her eyes
Out the window she stares into the night sky
“Please dear Lord bring my daddy home
You sent him away and now we’re alone
Mommy said he’s there so we can be free
But we need him here, my mommy and me
I hear her crying when she thinks I’m asleep
We miss him so much, my mommy and me
Please Lord make those bad men go away
So my daddy can come home and finally stay”
A few doors down her mother lays in her bed
With an empty pillow beside her silent tears are shed
She prays for the return of her husband and mate
There is no comfort for her in relying on fate
On the other side of the world a man fights for freedom and his life
Amidst a hail of gunfire and chaos all he sees is his daughter and wife
Suddenly the gunfight is over and he will live to fight another day
For the day when every man, woman and child lives in peace he prays
An innocent child kneels beside her bed
In the glow of moonlight a prayer is said
As a single alligator tear falls from her eyes
Out the window she stares into the night sky
“Please dear Lord bring my daddy home
You sent him away and now we’re alone
Mommy said he’s there so we can be free
But we need him here, my mommy and me
I hear her crying when she thinks I’m asleep
We miss him so much, my mommy and me
Please Lord make those bad men go away
So my daddy can come home and finally stay”
A few doors down her mother lays in her bed
With an empty pillow beside her silent tears are shed
She prays for the return of her husband and mate
There is no comfort for her in relying on fate
On the other side of the world a man fights for freedom and his life
Amidst a hail of gunfire and chaos all he sees is his daughter and wife
Suddenly the gunfight is over and he will live to fight another day
For the day when every man, woman and child lives in peace he prays
The Book Of Life
The Book Of Life
There's a dusty old book on the mantle,
It’s cover all tattered and torn.
The withered pages within, dance with the soul of life.
Though they appear to be yellowed and brittle
each one tells of a precious memory
as fresh as yesterday itself.
Memories of days gone by
of loved ones long laid to rest.
Each chapter is completely different
then the one before
yet they write the same book.
From these old eyes
silent tears fall
some of joy
some of sorrow
and some of regret.
The pages can't be rewritten
but inner peace comes in the magic
of knowing what you have read.
There's a dusty old book on the mantle,
It’s cover all tattered and torn.
The withered pages within, dance with the soul of life.
Though they appear to be yellowed and brittle
each one tells of a precious memory
as fresh as yesterday itself.
Memories of days gone by
of loved ones long laid to rest.
Each chapter is completely different
then the one before
yet they write the same book.
From these old eyes
silent tears fall
some of joy
some of sorrow
and some of regret.
The pages can't be rewritten
but inner peace comes in the magic
of knowing what you have read.
Thank You
Thank You
Sometimes, when walking in the rain
or stopping to look at a sunset
I'll think of you
and just smile
I'll remember how life
used to dance in your eyes
and wonder
if it still does
You taught me so many things in life
just by being yourself
like how to laugh
and how to live
Do you remember when
we looked to the trees
and watched the wind
tickle the leaves
You told me
the simplest things in life
carry the most magic.
You were right
Now as I wonder where you are
I'll pray you're safe
and thank you
from the bottom of my heart
Brian K Walters
Sometimes, when walking in the rain
or stopping to look at a sunset
I'll think of you
and just smile
I'll remember how life
used to dance in your eyes
and wonder
if it still does
You taught me so many things in life
just by being yourself
like how to laugh
and how to live
Do you remember when
we looked to the trees
and watched the wind
tickle the leaves
You told me
the simplest things in life
carry the most magic.
You were right
Now as I wonder where you are
I'll pray you're safe
and thank you
from the bottom of my heart
Brian K Walters
Teardrops and Angels
Teardrops And Angels
Her mama lives in heaven.
She's in a better place.
Teardrops and angels,
is all that she knows.
She holds a piece of ribbon,
a tattered piece of lace,
a pattern and a couple
of lavender bows.
Her first grade graduation.
She only sees a space.
Her ears begin to tingle,
as the wind blows.
“No dress for graduation,
Is simply a disgrace.”
Her teacher rambled.
“Your mother should know”
(She said )
“My mama lives in heaven”,
as tears rolled down her face.
“She’s with me as an angel,
We talk when the wind blows”.
She said “Mama, You’re forgiven,
for leaving me this way.”
She could hear the wind chimes jangle,
Then her smile began to glow.
Her mama lives in heaven.
She's in a better place.
Teardrops and angels,
is all that she knows.
Her mama lives in heaven.
She's in a better place.
Teardrops and angels,
is all that she knows.
She holds a piece of ribbon,
a tattered piece of lace,
a pattern and a couple
of lavender bows.
Her first grade graduation.
She only sees a space.
Her ears begin to tingle,
as the wind blows.
“No dress for graduation,
Is simply a disgrace.”
Her teacher rambled.
“Your mother should know”
(She said )
“My mama lives in heaven”,
as tears rolled down her face.
“She’s with me as an angel,
We talk when the wind blows”.
She said “Mama, You’re forgiven,
for leaving me this way.”
She could hear the wind chimes jangle,
Then her smile began to glow.
Her mama lives in heaven.
She's in a better place.
Teardrops and angels,
is all that she knows.
Take The Time
Take The Time
For so many years, growing up was painful for me.
I always felt alone.
My father never had time for me, even if he did
We never talked.
To me, he was simply the enforcer who never let up.
How could I talk to him?
He never understood what I was going through
He never tried.
To him, I was merely a child who didn’t understand
The pressures he had.
All I cared about was girls and football.
How could he talk to me?
On a daily basis we only saw each other in passing.
The words I love you didn’t exist.
We were never together, I had my friends he had work.
We never had time.
Suddenly something magical happened,
Neither of us could avoid.
He needed help on a project and I was the only one there.
What choice did we have?
We were forced to actually communicate.
Then we discovered something,
We weren’t the people we thought each other to be.
We could actually laugh together.
Somehow, we didn’t seem so different anymore.
Finally, we were father and son.
From that day on both of our lives had changed,
The gap between us was gone.
Now my father has passed on.
I will always be grateful for the time we spent.
Getting to know each other,
While learning the value of “family”.
For so many years, growing up was painful for me.
I always felt alone.
My father never had time for me, even if he did
We never talked.
To me, he was simply the enforcer who never let up.
How could I talk to him?
He never understood what I was going through
He never tried.
To him, I was merely a child who didn’t understand
The pressures he had.
All I cared about was girls and football.
How could he talk to me?
On a daily basis we only saw each other in passing.
The words I love you didn’t exist.
We were never together, I had my friends he had work.
We never had time.
Suddenly something magical happened,
Neither of us could avoid.
He needed help on a project and I was the only one there.
What choice did we have?
We were forced to actually communicate.
Then we discovered something,
We weren’t the people we thought each other to be.
We could actually laugh together.
Somehow, we didn’t seem so different anymore.
Finally, we were father and son.
From that day on both of our lives had changed,
The gap between us was gone.
Now my father has passed on.
I will always be grateful for the time we spent.
Getting to know each other,
While learning the value of “family”.
Starlight
Starlight
An army of stars shining through the night
Like old soldiers of wisdom adorned by their light
Forever standing guard and willing to tell their tales
Guiding souls to their destinations however they hail
There is a lot to be said for the magic they hold
So many discoveries for the young and the old
In days gone by they have led kings to Christ
Now in the night sky scholars seek out new life
They have a place of their own in children’s nursery rhymes
They have led the lost back home since the beginning of time
We form them into pictures of what we think we see
Be it archers or dippers the entertainment is free
Oh how I love to see them sparkle, twinkle and shine
As they grant me the miracle of a wish time after time
It doesn’t really matter exactly what they are
I’m forever grateful for the gift of the stars
An army of stars shining through the night
Like old soldiers of wisdom adorned by their light
Forever standing guard and willing to tell their tales
Guiding souls to their destinations however they hail
There is a lot to be said for the magic they hold
So many discoveries for the young and the old
In days gone by they have led kings to Christ
Now in the night sky scholars seek out new life
They have a place of their own in children’s nursery rhymes
They have led the lost back home since the beginning of time
We form them into pictures of what we think we see
Be it archers or dippers the entertainment is free
Oh how I love to see them sparkle, twinkle and shine
As they grant me the miracle of a wish time after time
It doesn’t really matter exactly what they are
I’m forever grateful for the gift of the stars
Monday
Spot
I once had a dog,
Whose name was spot.
Since he was all white,
Why I forgot!
We used to laugh and run,
In the sun all day.
Oh the fun,
We had when we played.
I didn’t ever mind
Or even get bothered
The countless times
On the baseball he slobbered.
When he chewed up my shoes,
He knew he was in trouble.
But when he dug up moms roses,
It was definitely doubled!
He would follow me to school,
Then turn back for home.
My friends thought he was cool,
I was never alone.
I’ll never forget,
My faithful friend.
Not only a pet,
With me til the end.
I once had a dog,
Whose name was spot.
Since he was all white,
Why I forgot!
We used to laugh and run,
In the sun all day.
Oh the fun,
We had when we played.
I didn’t ever mind
Or even get bothered
The countless times
On the baseball he slobbered.
When he chewed up my shoes,
He knew he was in trouble.
But when he dug up moms roses,
It was definitely doubled!
He would follow me to school,
Then turn back for home.
My friends thought he was cool,
I was never alone.
I’ll never forget,
My faithful friend.
Not only a pet,
With me til the end.
Right Here Beside You
Right Here Beside You
Staring at the shadows in the distance I see painfully familiar faces
From behind the cold gray stones the morning fog reveals their embraces
A blanket of roses begin their descent as her eyes give birth to a parade of tears
I long to touch her face and whisper my name, just once to calm her fears
Though I may not, my love for her will always remain
I wish I could embrace her warmth and remove her pain
For such a woman, a gift from God to my life
I will always be so grateful to have had for my wife
I am so sorry my love for leaving you here in this world alone
To return to five rooms full of memories in what was once our home
I hear your weeping sobs at night as you cry out my name
This empty house contains my soul yet I know it’s not the same
I’m here beside you wishing I could hold your hand
As you lie alone and stare at our picture on the nightstand
I will not leave you to enter the light
Until this pain has lifted and your heart takes flight
Be not afraid my love to continue your journey through life
Do not hide your heart, for I will be here when you enter the light
Until you are safe and find your beautiful smile once again
By your side I’ll stay and guard you until your new life begins
Staring at the shadows in the distance I see painfully familiar faces
From behind the cold gray stones the morning fog reveals their embraces
A blanket of roses begin their descent as her eyes give birth to a parade of tears
I long to touch her face and whisper my name, just once to calm her fears
Though I may not, my love for her will always remain
I wish I could embrace her warmth and remove her pain
For such a woman, a gift from God to my life
I will always be so grateful to have had for my wife
I am so sorry my love for leaving you here in this world alone
To return to five rooms full of memories in what was once our home
I hear your weeping sobs at night as you cry out my name
This empty house contains my soul yet I know it’s not the same
I’m here beside you wishing I could hold your hand
As you lie alone and stare at our picture on the nightstand
I will not leave you to enter the light
Until this pain has lifted and your heart takes flight
Be not afraid my love to continue your journey through life
Do not hide your heart, for I will be here when you enter the light
Until you are safe and find your beautiful smile once again
By your side I’ll stay and guard you until your new life begins
My Vow To You
There is nothing more magical than walking hand in hand among the trees.
While silently bathing in the soft cradle of moonlight, I have never felt so at ease.
Free to be the one I am with you, I shed my mask and relish the freedom upon my face.
Like a child from within hiding, I offer unto your loving arms my heart to embrace.
With you I can love, trust and release these fears that have shackled my heart and soul.
I silently stare into the depths of your eyes and know you understand the words untold.
Your smile captures me simply by the way it surpasses the beauty of any sunset.
I could spend a thousand lives with you and when they end, never a day know regret.
I know by the grace of heavens angels, together we are forever meant.
Every day I thank the Lord for this gift of love to us he sent.
As I cherish every step with you during this incredible journey,
I will love and honor you each and every day throughout eternity.
There is nothing more magical than walking hand in hand among the trees.
While silently bathing in the soft cradle of moonlight, I have never felt so at ease.
Free to be the one I am with you, I shed my mask and relish the freedom upon my face.
Like a child from within hiding, I offer unto your loving arms my heart to embrace.
With you I can love, trust and release these fears that have shackled my heart and soul.
I silently stare into the depths of your eyes and know you understand the words untold.
Your smile captures me simply by the way it surpasses the beauty of any sunset.
I could spend a thousand lives with you and when they end, never a day know regret.
I know by the grace of heavens angels, together we are forever meant.
Every day I thank the Lord for this gift of love to us he sent.
As I cherish every step with you during this incredible journey,
I will love and honor you each and every day throughout eternity.
Mother
Mother
Quietly I witness you lying in this awful bed.
An endless wave of emotions run through my head.
If you opened your eyes I know exactly what you would say.
You would smile the same way as you have every day.
“I have seen beautiful sunsets and smelled many a rose
Witnessed my children laugh as I tickled their toes
I know what it is like to dance in the rain
The gift of life I have far outweighs the pain
I have felt the love of my family until the end
I have learned to treasure my dearest friends
Everyone has their own time to die
So please for me there is no need to cry
Be not afraid for me as I enter the light
For I am not and I know he is by my side
Don’t cry for me my precious son
Help me celebrate for my new life has just begun”
So this may be our time to say goodbye
For you there is only joy in these tears I cry
I love you mother for everything you have done
I feel so honored just to be your son
Quietly I witness you lying in this awful bed.
An endless wave of emotions run through my head.
If you opened your eyes I know exactly what you would say.
You would smile the same way as you have every day.
“I have seen beautiful sunsets and smelled many a rose
Witnessed my children laugh as I tickled their toes
I know what it is like to dance in the rain
The gift of life I have far outweighs the pain
I have felt the love of my family until the end
I have learned to treasure my dearest friends
Everyone has their own time to die
So please for me there is no need to cry
Be not afraid for me as I enter the light
For I am not and I know he is by my side
Don’t cry for me my precious son
Help me celebrate for my new life has just begun”
So this may be our time to say goodbye
For you there is only joy in these tears I cry
I love you mother for everything you have done
I feel so honored just to be your son
Sunday
A NEW JOURNEY
A NEW JOURNEY
As hard as this may be
my time is my destiny.
Though you may not understand
my purpose is clear.
My job with you
was to show you love.
From the moment of my birth
until my last day.
To cherish your laughter
and the joys of life.
I have done that
as you have done for me.
Please don't cry for me
for now I am with him.
Without pain or strife
I begin my new journey.
Here I can still see you
and here your voices.
I still smile when you do.
I still feel your love.
I am with those
who have crossed before me.
Yet I am still with you
By Brian K. Walters
Dedicated to Ryan Tucker
January 24, 1987 to October 27, 2009
As hard as this may be
my time is my destiny.
Though you may not understand
my purpose is clear.
My job with you
was to show you love.
From the moment of my birth
until my last day.
To cherish your laughter
and the joys of life.
I have done that
as you have done for me.
Please don't cry for me
for now I am with him.
Without pain or strife
I begin my new journey.
Here I can still see you
and here your voices.
I still smile when you do.
I still feel your love.
I am with those
who have crossed before me.
Yet I am still with you
By Brian K. Walters
Dedicated to Ryan Tucker
January 24, 1987 to October 27, 2009
Saturday
Morning Walk
Morning Walk
The world is asleep as I quietly escape from reality
A single click from the latch behind me and I am free
As the silence of the night embraces me with its solitude
Only a small chorus of crickets accompany my footsteps.
Upon reaching the end of a cracked and uneven sidewalk,
My feet are immediately soothed by a soft cushion of sand.
Tall amber sea oats sway in the warm summer breeze
As the crickets chorus is replaced by an ocean lullaby
I sit alone at the waters edge as tiny bubbles caress my legs.
Somehow the waves wash away my sorrow and tears.
Even if only for the moment, my spirit soars free with the wind.
Here I feel no pain and I am finally me again.
In the night sky a thousand freckles of light dot the heavens
While beneath them, cups of moonlight joyfully ride the waves.
Their mother lies in a peaceful slumber on the horizon
As she prepares for her sister to cradle the world in her warmth.
Soon, my footprints stretch across the morning sands.
At one with my thoughts I stop to witness her graceful arrival.
Blazing colors of red and orange surrender to pastel pinks and blue
As a morning gull sings his praise to the newborn day.
Once again my footsteps resonate off the uneven sidewalk.
As I hear a single click from the latch behind me, I am ready
To begin my day and reflect on my inner thoughts.
Then I thank the Lord for the gift of my early morning walks.
By Brian K. Walters
The world is asleep as I quietly escape from reality
A single click from the latch behind me and I am free
As the silence of the night embraces me with its solitude
Only a small chorus of crickets accompany my footsteps.
Upon reaching the end of a cracked and uneven sidewalk,
My feet are immediately soothed by a soft cushion of sand.
Tall amber sea oats sway in the warm summer breeze
As the crickets chorus is replaced by an ocean lullaby
I sit alone at the waters edge as tiny bubbles caress my legs.
Somehow the waves wash away my sorrow and tears.
Even if only for the moment, my spirit soars free with the wind.
Here I feel no pain and I am finally me again.
In the night sky a thousand freckles of light dot the heavens
While beneath them, cups of moonlight joyfully ride the waves.
Their mother lies in a peaceful slumber on the horizon
As she prepares for her sister to cradle the world in her warmth.
Soon, my footprints stretch across the morning sands.
At one with my thoughts I stop to witness her graceful arrival.
Blazing colors of red and orange surrender to pastel pinks and blue
As a morning gull sings his praise to the newborn day.
Once again my footsteps resonate off the uneven sidewalk.
As I hear a single click from the latch behind me, I am ready
To begin my day and reflect on my inner thoughts.
Then I thank the Lord for the gift of my early morning walks.
By Brian K. Walters
Morning by the Sea
Morning by the Sea
Enveloped in a blanket of soft golden hues
She lies unaware of my silent adoration.
Her beauty simply astounds me
In awe I lie breathless beside her
As she lays so peacefully in her slumber
I wonder if she knows how she completes me
Ever so gently I brush the hair from her face
As the sweet aroma of her perfume graces the air
Eagerly awaiting the smile I thought only angels possess
I place a single red rose on the soft white pillow beside her
As I open the sliding door the music of the waves serenade her
Suddenly warm ocean breezes fill the curtains with dance
Momentarily lost in the colorful array of the sunrise
I feel the magic of her embrace as she wraps her arms around me
With her chin on my shoulder I feel the warmth of her cheek on mine
Softly she whispers in my ear “It’s beautiful isn’t it?”
Turning to face her I am once again stunned by her beauty
Gently I kiss her awaiting lips while still wrapped in her embrace
My response to her sparks a childlike curiosity in her eyes
With pure appreciation I answer “Yes you are”
Now I am complete for I know what true love is
Be it for a lifetime or just a fleeting moment
I realize it is a treasure only a few are graced enough to possess
Its priceless value will stay with me forever
By Brian K. Walters
Enveloped in a blanket of soft golden hues
She lies unaware of my silent adoration.
Her beauty simply astounds me
In awe I lie breathless beside her
As she lays so peacefully in her slumber
I wonder if she knows how she completes me
Ever so gently I brush the hair from her face
As the sweet aroma of her perfume graces the air
Eagerly awaiting the smile I thought only angels possess
I place a single red rose on the soft white pillow beside her
As I open the sliding door the music of the waves serenade her
Suddenly warm ocean breezes fill the curtains with dance
Momentarily lost in the colorful array of the sunrise
I feel the magic of her embrace as she wraps her arms around me
With her chin on my shoulder I feel the warmth of her cheek on mine
Softly she whispers in my ear “It’s beautiful isn’t it?”
Turning to face her I am once again stunned by her beauty
Gently I kiss her awaiting lips while still wrapped in her embrace
My response to her sparks a childlike curiosity in her eyes
With pure appreciation I answer “Yes you are”
Now I am complete for I know what true love is
Be it for a lifetime or just a fleeting moment
I realize it is a treasure only a few are graced enough to possess
Its priceless value will stay with me forever
By Brian K. Walters
Lost
Lost
There are times
When you don’t know where to turn
Hearts unwind
From the hurt of lessons learned.
The pain is real
You feel simply empty inside
You can’t heal
And you just want to cry.
Laughter is silent
Drowned by the echoes of yesterday.
Your soul is in torment,
all colors fade to gray.
Friends reach out
This time they can’t touch.
Where do you turn?
When you hurt this much.
You silently sit
By a wandering stream
And long to forget,
this endless dream.
By Brian K. Walters
There are times
When you don’t know where to turn
Hearts unwind
From the hurt of lessons learned.
The pain is real
You feel simply empty inside
You can’t heal
And you just want to cry.
Laughter is silent
Drowned by the echoes of yesterday.
Your soul is in torment,
all colors fade to gray.
Friends reach out
This time they can’t touch.
Where do you turn?
When you hurt this much.
You silently sit
By a wandering stream
And long to forget,
this endless dream.
By Brian K. Walters
Liberty Call
Liberty Call
In the news today,
Seven American soldiers died.
I couldn’t help but wonder,
If only their widows cried.
Are we so immune to war,
We have forgotten our soldiers there?
Even worse,
Have we ceased to care?
Does it cost too much,
To at least fly the red, white and blue?
In honor of them
And what they’re there to do.
They are fighting an enemy,
Who vows to kill us all.
Remember nine eleven,
Then renew our liberty call.
Dedicated to the men and women of our Armed Forces.
They bravely put their lives on the line every day in order
to protect those of us at home.
By Brian K. Walters
In the news today,
Seven American soldiers died.
I couldn’t help but wonder,
If only their widows cried.
Are we so immune to war,
We have forgotten our soldiers there?
Even worse,
Have we ceased to care?
Does it cost too much,
To at least fly the red, white and blue?
In honor of them
And what they’re there to do.
They are fighting an enemy,
Who vows to kill us all.
Remember nine eleven,
Then renew our liberty call.
Dedicated to the men and women of our Armed Forces.
They bravely put their lives on the line every day in order
to protect those of us at home.
By Brian K. Walters
Katie And Her Kite
Katie And Her Kite
The smile on her face was brighter than the sun surrounding her.
I couldn’t help but laugh as her infectious giggle rode the wind.
“Make it go higher daddy!” she said while running by my side.
Her voice fluttered with every step she took through the sand.
With her hands cupped above her eyes and her head tilted,
I chuckled thinking she looked like she would fall over backwards.
I watched her eyes follow every move that little yellow kite made.
It was then I realized, how much she looked like her mother.
As she stood by my side I asked, “Do you want to fly it?”
She nodded with excitement as I took her hands into mine.
“You have to hold on tight and don’t let go”, I said with a smile.
“Ok daddy” she replied as the kite hovered high in the air above.
Suddenly her expression turned from pride to curiosity,
“What happens if I let go of the string?” she asked.
“Well, the kite will fly higher and higher until it’s out of sight.”
Satisfied with my answer, her smile returned once again.
We flew our kite for hours that bright and sunny afternoon.
Our laughter filled the air as we cherished every minute of that day.
Then suddenly her smile changed and a look of peace donned her face.
Without warning, she let go of the string and raised her arms to the sky.
We both watched as the kite climbed until it was gone.
A little puzzled, I looked at her and asked, “Why did you let it go?”
“It was so much fun daddy, I wanted to give mommy a turn”.
I gave her a hug and whispered, “Your mother would be proud of you.”
As we made our way back from the sand dunes that day,
I stopped and turned for one last look into the sunset.
I could only picture her mother smiling while flying that kite.
It was then I knew, this would always be a day to remember.
By Brian K. Walters
The smile on her face was brighter than the sun surrounding her.
I couldn’t help but laugh as her infectious giggle rode the wind.
“Make it go higher daddy!” she said while running by my side.
Her voice fluttered with every step she took through the sand.
With her hands cupped above her eyes and her head tilted,
I chuckled thinking she looked like she would fall over backwards.
I watched her eyes follow every move that little yellow kite made.
It was then I realized, how much she looked like her mother.
As she stood by my side I asked, “Do you want to fly it?”
She nodded with excitement as I took her hands into mine.
“You have to hold on tight and don’t let go”, I said with a smile.
“Ok daddy” she replied as the kite hovered high in the air above.
Suddenly her expression turned from pride to curiosity,
“What happens if I let go of the string?” she asked.
“Well, the kite will fly higher and higher until it’s out of sight.”
Satisfied with my answer, her smile returned once again.
We flew our kite for hours that bright and sunny afternoon.
Our laughter filled the air as we cherished every minute of that day.
Then suddenly her smile changed and a look of peace donned her face.
Without warning, she let go of the string and raised her arms to the sky.
We both watched as the kite climbed until it was gone.
A little puzzled, I looked at her and asked, “Why did you let it go?”
“It was so much fun daddy, I wanted to give mommy a turn”.
I gave her a hug and whispered, “Your mother would be proud of you.”
As we made our way back from the sand dunes that day,
I stopped and turned for one last look into the sunset.
I could only picture her mother smiling while flying that kite.
It was then I knew, this would always be a day to remember.
By Brian K. Walters
Inside The Butterfly Jar
Inside The Butterfly Jar
Who am I to confess my sorrows,
when there is no one left to care?
My soul feels like a butterfly,
trapped in a childs’ jar.
Though the magic of life still exists, I am suffocating.
I can feel my wings tapping on the glass walls
knowing on the other side, only silence exists.
Time and existence seem to have lost their meaning.
Emotions which once defined who I am
are now merely shadows.
The smile on my porcelain mask,
denies my pain.
I drown in the sands of an hourglass
as I wait for the mercy of the reaper,
to remove the last grain of sand.
Finally releasing my soul to the wind.
By Brian K. Walters
Who am I to confess my sorrows,
when there is no one left to care?
My soul feels like a butterfly,
trapped in a childs’ jar.
Though the magic of life still exists, I am suffocating.
I can feel my wings tapping on the glass walls
knowing on the other side, only silence exists.
Time and existence seem to have lost their meaning.
Emotions which once defined who I am
are now merely shadows.
The smile on my porcelain mask,
denies my pain.
I drown in the sands of an hourglass
as I wait for the mercy of the reaper,
to remove the last grain of sand.
Finally releasing my soul to the wind.
By Brian K. Walters
Infidelity
Infidelity
Feeling stagnant her life consisted of only black and white
Longing for color she felt like she couldn’t breathe and panicked
Gasping for air she ran out the door she was not supposed to open
After taking her fresh breath she realized it was not the air to blame
It was her unwillingness to breathe
Desperately trying to get back inside the comfort of those four walls
Tears streamed down her face as realized the door was now sealed shut
Her fingers slid down the locked door as she crouched alone in her new world
Her heart sank into the abyss of regret as the chains of her world enslaved her soul
She knew even if the door would open, the inside no longer existed for her
A father and his child stood staring out the window into the night rain
Fully aware of the stranger huddled outside their door they dared not let her in
The emptiness of these four walls reminded them of the pain this stranger brought
Unwilling to again place their hearts in the hands of the puppeteer outside
They closed the curtain and turned their backs in hopes stranger would fade away
Shattered and confused she stumbled into the unknown darkness alone
As she cried the echoes of the beasts laughter mercilessly tormented her
Horrified she took her first steps onto the unknown path she created
Shattered she turned to remember the comfort she knew and yet destroyed
The porch light went out leaving her in darkness to face her tragic destiny alone
By Brian K. Walters
Feeling stagnant her life consisted of only black and white
Longing for color she felt like she couldn’t breathe and panicked
Gasping for air she ran out the door she was not supposed to open
After taking her fresh breath she realized it was not the air to blame
It was her unwillingness to breathe
Desperately trying to get back inside the comfort of those four walls
Tears streamed down her face as realized the door was now sealed shut
Her fingers slid down the locked door as she crouched alone in her new world
Her heart sank into the abyss of regret as the chains of her world enslaved her soul
She knew even if the door would open, the inside no longer existed for her
A father and his child stood staring out the window into the night rain
Fully aware of the stranger huddled outside their door they dared not let her in
The emptiness of these four walls reminded them of the pain this stranger brought
Unwilling to again place their hearts in the hands of the puppeteer outside
They closed the curtain and turned their backs in hopes stranger would fade away
Shattered and confused she stumbled into the unknown darkness alone
As she cried the echoes of the beasts laughter mercilessly tormented her
Horrified she took her first steps onto the unknown path she created
Shattered she turned to remember the comfort she knew and yet destroyed
The porch light went out leaving her in darkness to face her tragic destiny alone
By Brian K. Walters
Thursday
Here With Me
Here With Me
I must admit,
There are times when I forgot you were there
Unless I needed you
Then you were the only one I looked to
I have rebelled
From being told how to live my life
But then I found
Only when you are with me, can I be happy
I used to think
I would be just fine on my own
But without you
I found out what it means, to be alone
I was searching
For a peace which eluded me
But then I discovered
It was there all along, with you
Oh stubborn me
Why did I have to fight you?
For so long
I stumbled blindly through darkness
Yet, you waited
Never truly leaving my side
You stayed hidden
So I could find you on my own
I used to care
About what people might think
Now I pity them
For laughing at me, from within the darkness
Let them search
For their own elusive peace
As I celebrate
Finding mine, with you here with me
I must admit,
There are times when I forgot you were there
Unless I needed you
Then you were the only one I looked to
I have rebelled
From being told how to live my life
But then I found
Only when you are with me, can I be happy
I used to think
I would be just fine on my own
But without you
I found out what it means, to be alone
I was searching
For a peace which eluded me
But then I discovered
It was there all along, with you
Oh stubborn me
Why did I have to fight you?
For so long
I stumbled blindly through darkness
Yet, you waited
Never truly leaving my side
You stayed hidden
So I could find you on my own
I used to care
About what people might think
Now I pity them
For laughing at me, from within the darkness
Let them search
For their own elusive peace
As I celebrate
Finding mine, with you here with me
Hands
Hands
Tick…tick…tick
Meant nothing before
Now my heart cries
Knowing they are not infinite
Will there be enough
To mend my errors
How foolish was I
To think they had no end
So many dreams
wasted on routine
Oh Lord, please
Just a few more
Tick…tick…tick
How I hate the sound
Of hands
Which I can not tie
Do I have enough
To speak the untold
Please grant me the days
To unveil my heart
The last sunrise approaches
With precision and speed
Will they ever know
The love they had from me
Tick…tick… …
By Brian K. Walters
Tick…tick…tick
Meant nothing before
Now my heart cries
Knowing they are not infinite
Will there be enough
To mend my errors
How foolish was I
To think they had no end
So many dreams
wasted on routine
Oh Lord, please
Just a few more
Tick…tick…tick
How I hate the sound
Of hands
Which I can not tie
Do I have enough
To speak the untold
Please grant me the days
To unveil my heart
The last sunrise approaches
With precision and speed
Will they ever know
The love they had from me
Tick…tick… …
By Brian K. Walters
Gloria Calhoun
Gloria Calhoun
I wonder what she thinks
Sitting in her world of silence
To some, she has the mind of a child
Her eyes tell me different
She deserves such a life of beauty
Yet she sits alone
Like a Christmas ornament
Only shown on special occasion
Time has long passed
Since she fit in
Yet her heart harbors no hatred
Only love and forgiveness
For her, his arms will extend wide
She is truly his child
As for the supreme she will leave behind
The path can never be so clear
I wonder what she thinks
Sitting in her world of silence
To some, she has the mind of a child
Her eyes tell me different
She deserves such a life of beauty
Yet she sits alone
Like a Christmas ornament
Only shown on special occasion
Time has long passed
Since she fit in
Yet her heart harbors no hatred
Only love and forgiveness
For her, his arms will extend wide
She is truly his child
As for the supreme she will leave behind
The path can never be so clear
Forgiveness and Remembrance
Forgiveness and Remembrance
As I sit here in my solitude, I find myself lost in thought.
The constant cycling of gently rolling waves soothe my soul.
I become focused on my footprints as they slowly wash away.
Suddenly my mind wanders to the past and sorrow consumes my soul.
I realize footprints of him are all that remains, all I have.
For once there was a time when he commanded dominance.
Now I find myself even struggling to remember him.
Trying to replay his voice, I curse my memory for its betrayal.
My conscience demands repentance for such a shameful act.
How dare I forget the man who molded me into who I am?
A lone gull hovers overhead and softly calls for his mate,
As I am at least thankful I can still remember his smile.
Though my vision is without sound, I can still the compassion in his eyes.
Maybe he is without voice because in life he never said the words.
Still I can see his laughter for within his eyes he always said I love you son
My fingertips glide through the grains of sand warmed by the sun
In silence I form the words “I Love You Dad”
The shame drains from my soul as the sand empties from my hands
A smile dawns on my face as I feel bathed in his forgiveness
I know he is with me as I turn and leave my own footprints in the sand
Written By Brian K. Walters
Dedicated to my father
Kenneth Dale Walters
As I sit here in my solitude, I find myself lost in thought.
The constant cycling of gently rolling waves soothe my soul.
I become focused on my footprints as they slowly wash away.
Suddenly my mind wanders to the past and sorrow consumes my soul.
I realize footprints of him are all that remains, all I have.
For once there was a time when he commanded dominance.
Now I find myself even struggling to remember him.
Trying to replay his voice, I curse my memory for its betrayal.
My conscience demands repentance for such a shameful act.
How dare I forget the man who molded me into who I am?
A lone gull hovers overhead and softly calls for his mate,
As I am at least thankful I can still remember his smile.
Though my vision is without sound, I can still the compassion in his eyes.
Maybe he is without voice because in life he never said the words.
Still I can see his laughter for within his eyes he always said I love you son
My fingertips glide through the grains of sand warmed by the sun
In silence I form the words “I Love You Dad”
The shame drains from my soul as the sand empties from my hands
A smile dawns on my face as I feel bathed in his forgiveness
I know he is with me as I turn and leave my own footprints in the sand
Written By Brian K. Walters
Dedicated to my father
Kenneth Dale Walters
Faith
Faith
As a fallen leaf gently wanders on a forgotten stream,
it follows the same path as misguided dreams.
We forget our faith somewhere along the way,
suddenly even the bluest skies turn gray.
We pass by children without turning to see their faces,
failing to hear the laughter they enjoy in his grace.
We call it normal what we do to life,
as our darkened paths squander the everlasting light.
Our eyes release an endless stream of tears,
as our hearts whither from hardened years
In defiance we follow our own path,
now we must endure his sorrowed wrath.
Do we not know how to find our way again?
It’s as simple as calling on an old friend.
If we open our hearts, arms and minds,
the gray skies will part and the sun will shine.
Stray from the pack of mindless souls,
turn back and your hand he will hold.
Our life is a only a journey not an end,
one small chapter in this endless book my friend.
By Brian K. Walters
Crossing Over
Crossing Over
From darkness I awaken,
No longer burdened by the weight of pain.
I am in awe of this light surrounding me,
It bathes me in the warmth of love.
Two tiny children take hold of my hands,
as the smiles on their faces assure me its ok.
Together we cross this last bridge into peace.
Suddenly I spot loved ones I have so longed to see.
They cradle me in their arms as tears of joy fall like rain.
I am amazed at how I can see everyone all at once.
Not only those who have crossed before me,
I can also see the loved ones I left behind.
I can hear their voices and feel their love.
Now I fully understand the glory of our Lord,
As I rejoice for eternity in his kingdom.
So please do not cry for me, for I am with him
As I will also be ,with you forever.
By Brian K. Walters
In Loving Memory of
Jeanette Reghi
1916-2007
Come Sail With Me
Come Sail with me
Hi remember me?
I'm here every day.
Yet when you think of me,
I'm a character in an old book.
I'm as fresh todays’ sunset
you know...
the one you're taking for granted.
You know I'm here
yet you deny me
ashamed to say you believe.
Do I embarrass you?
Why?
Because I gave you love and life itself?
What am I to you?
Just a convenience?
Do I only exist when you need me?
My child, open your eyes.
Why do you search for inner-peace?
It's here. Just turn to me.
Is your greed so strong
for things man made
that you don’t need my love?
This life is not eternal
It's only a drop
in an endless sea.
Heaven is your vessel
to sail
in peace with me.
The choice is yours
is your success on earth so strong
You're willing to miss sailing with me?
Brian K. Walters
Christmas
Christmas
A snowflake softly glides on the magic in the air tonight,
then gently comes to rest on a sparkling carpet of white.
The gift of a dream is given to every boy and girl,
as the message of peace, is felt throughout the world.
We celebrate his birth and his wisdom through life.
On this day in our hearts we feel his warmth and light.
Oh what a gift it would be if we would open our eyes,
then celebrate his life every day instead of just tonight.
He gave us his love not to enjoy just once a year.
Can we not see every day his love is still here?
I will always love the magic of this day,
It is the other days for the world I will pray.
Brian K. Walters
Birth
Birth
From the moment you were born
my life changed forever.
Things that once meant everything to me
Simply became meaningless.
They were replaced by your smile
and fingers holding mine.
Somehow my life became filled
with a sense of pride and completeness
I never could have dreamed of.
Like the sun shining from behind
darkened clouds of gray,
my life was given light.
Before you were born
I couldn’t imagine life with you
Now I can’t imagine it without.
For the rest of time
I’ll know what life is all about
And have you to thank for it.
So every time we celebrate your birth
The candles are not only for you.
They remind me of the light
You have brought into my life.
They stand for new lives
Both yours and mine.
Always A Rose
Always A Rose
She is a withered rose,
lying forgotten amidst younger blooms
Once the favored jewel in a tapestry of colors
Her perfume no longer dances on the summer wind
It seems like only yesterday
She bathed in the warmth of life
Now her crystal blue skies hide in slumber
Behind bitter cold blankets of gray
Her tears trickle like rain off her cheek
As she realizes soon her sun will set
With pride she displays her last bloom
Her stunning beauty proves she will always be a rose
A Silent Prayer
A Silent Prayer
You took my heart
and stole my dreams
left in their place
a thousand memories.
I don't regret
time has passed
I only wish
longer it did last.
So many things
I didn't say
when I had the chance
every day.
Now here I sit
alone in our room
I'll never forget
my love for you.
If you're somewhere
and you can hear my heart
know my love for you
will never part.
By Brian K. Walters
A Mothers Sorrow
A Mothers Sorrow
She sits forever removed from the shadows of her past.
For her there is no darkness or light to define her soul.
The winds of fury have been tamed to a gentle breeze,
now the emptiness of silence is deafening.
Sanity no longer exists in this world.
There is no difference between white and gray.
The line has either faded or was never there at all,
perhaps created in the imaginations of the ignorant
She cries
As a cold tear runs down her face.
she licks the salt from her lips
though she can no longer feel or taste.
Time stands still
The echoes of her sons laughter,
are carried away with the wind.
Only the quiet remains forever.
Brian K. Walters
In Memory of little Jacob
Dedicated to Kelly Goutremout
A Lifetime In Awe
A Lifetime In Awe
I remember when I first saw you.
Your eyes caught the sun,
your smile captured my heart.
My knees went weak,
And I couldn’t speak a word.
I could not fathom
the woman of my dreams
was standing in front of me.
I had no idea what to say
so I stood there in absolute awe.
My life changed forever that day.
Though many years have passed,
the awe is still there and will never fade.
Every day, I learn even more about you
and why I love you with all my heart.
I realize most men will never feel this.
If not for you, my life would be incomplete.
I would wander endlessly through time,
still searching for you while fighting temptations
to doubt you could even exist.
By Brian K. Walters
A Divorced Child
A Divorced Child
She sits alone, so full of love
Yet needing to scream at the world.
Her innocence lost, too early in life
Taken by those who claim to love her the most.
She screams into the vicious winds of reality
Frustrated by the silence left behind
Each fallen tear is wrapped with love and pain
As she struggles to distinguish the difference
Only embraced by the wind
Her heart is that of a rose
Never given the sun to bathe in
Alone in the chill of darkness it dies
With her arms weakened by the weight of life
She reaches for her memories of laughter
Hovering just beyond her fingertips
They taunt her as they fade into the black abyss
She remains a child needing to be held
yearning to be coddled in the warmth of love
Time will tell whether she reaches the light again
or she herself gets swept away into the darkness
By Brian K. Walters
A Day of Discovery
A Day of Discovery
I walk down these streets with the sun on my face
Discovering the warmth I hid from for so long.
No longer smothered in a cold blanket of gray
Endless blue skies release my soul to the wind.
Spinning in laughter the lost child appears
Amazed by the freedom in his smile
He welcomes me into his open arms and we dance
I bathe in his joy, oh the peace he instills in me
I hear someone whistling and I think
"Isn’t that wonderfully strange?,
How someone can whistle so loud
Without caring what others think?"
I suddenly find myself in the florist shop
With a handful of carefully selected flowers.
I hear the bell behind me as the sun awaits
Curiously, the whistling begins again
I watch my hands place the flowers
At the feet of the homeless woman on the corner
"How did I know she was there?
She wasn’t there before was she?"
On this day, my chains have been broken
Free from the weight of my depression
I discovered someone I haven’t seen in a long time
With a smile, I vow to never leave again.
By Brian K. Walters
A Celebration Of Completeness
A Celebration of Completeness
She looks at me with eyes so deep and pure
Knowing she can melt my heart with only a whisper.
I feel as though I have known her all my life.
Long before we met, she existed in my dreams.
Countless times I wondered if I would ever find her.
Shallow relationships forever renewed my search.
I knew she must exist…but where?
Until then, I could never be complete.
Suddenly my prayers were answered when she appeared.
I knew who she was, from the first moment our eyes met.
Not a word was spoken, but within that moment
We both seemed to understand the search was over.
Now, I relish every time our lips meet
Along with the magic of just a touch
I cherish every moment I spend with her
As passion, lust, love and respect combine
Time is no longer something to pass
As I wish every moment could last forever
To her, she is only a woman
To me, she is life itself.
By Brian K. Walters
Morning Bliss
Morning Bliss
My ticket was the warm cup of coffee in my hands.
As I entered the theater, the screen door slammed.
My red carpet was the old faded rug by the door.
I sat in the balcony as I enjoyed the view from my porch.
The orchestra of songbirds gently began to play.
As the curtain of darkness, was lifted by the light of day.
With great anticipation, I waited for the show to begin.
My cheeks were gently touched by the soft morning wind.
Bright and amazing colors of the sunrise began the light display.
As a soft golden hue, slowly overtook the lazy morning gray.
The character of the fog silently receded from the stage.
Unveiling a lake of glass, still sleeping beneath the haze.
The pure and simple beauty, as well as the peace of this place.
Presented a performance, which could never be replaced.
I sat in awe from the edge of my old porch swing,
while wondering what magic the next act would bring.
A beautiful pair of swans began their loving dance of grace.
I could just sense the loyalty in their hearts and on their face.
Pleading for an encore, I wished the show would never end.
I knew for this performance. I would return again and again.
With a great sigh of contentment I rose from my seat
The blessed show of morning was now complete.
By Brian K. Walters
Thw Writer
The Writer
Sometimes I sit here wondering what to write.
Do I write about you?
How losing you shattered my life,
Or do I write about you in the present tense?
To fool myself and the reader,
Into thinking everything is still ok.
Shall I reminisce about the day I proposed?
Or how life used to dance in your eyes,
And I felt so complete.
Do I let my pain and anger flow into words,
Hiding my tears behind thin scrolls of ink
As I confess my sorrow?
Maybe I’ll write about someone else,
So for a moment I can live their life
And hide from mine.
I know, I’ll write about a sunset,
Or a morning cup of coffee!
That seems safe.
No, that won’t work.
A sunset reminds me of your beauty
And you died in the morning.
By Brian K. Walters
Sunday
Candlelight
Candlelight
A soft golden glow bathes the room in its warmth
The world stops for a moment …
Time stands still and allows our trials and worries
To fade into a tranquil blanket of peace and security
A softhearted melody emerges in the background
Giving birth to the personality of the night
White curtains of lace flirt with a summer breeze
As playful shadows dance freely across the room
Framed memories of yesterday adorn a dusty mantle.
While next to them lie a fragrant bouquet of crimson roses
Dusting the air with their sweet scent of serenity
Soon a gentle night rain begins its lullaby
A pair of shining footprints reflect the candlelight
In a path leading from a warm bath to the bedroom
Light sounds of passion and laughter echo off the walls
As this home is filled with the beauty of love and life
By Brian K. Walters
The Writer
The Writer
Sometimes I sit here wondering what to write.
Do I write about you?
How losing you shattered my life,
Or do I write about you in the present tense?
To fool myself and the reader,
Into thinking everything is still ok.
Shall I reminisce about the day I proposed?
Or how life used to dance in your eyes,
And I felt so complete.
Do I let my pain and anger flow into words,
Hiding my tears behind thin scrolls of ink
As I confess my sorrow?
Maybe I’ll write about someone else,
So for a moment I can live their life
And hide from mine.
I know, I’ll write about a sunset,
Or a morning cup of coffee!
That seems safe.
No, that won’t work.
A sunset reminds me of your beauty
And you died in the morning.
Brian K Walters
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