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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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