Windshield Skies

Gazing at the beautiful morning sky through the windshield,
While driving to drop kids around, a little moment of serenity.
The stressed out teacher must need for blood pressure her oatmeal,
And on the four lanes of I-95 everyone seems to be driving to eternity.

It’s good to get to work, get coffee, and attack the papers half a mile high,
It’s wonderful to be able to call the IT guys for all my computer issues.
I wish I hadn’t taken that phone call that ended up making me cry,
Now the mascara run and need to pretend allergies to get some tissues.

A crisis between not nations, but departments, needed some real diplomacy.
At the end of the work day I pray to be able to more strength still find,
To help with homework, cook, laugh and play with a sense of normalcy;
And gratitude I indeed feel when little hugs keep me from loosing my mind…

The years passing by our love

The years passing by our love, standing in a bus stop,
So many times forgotten there, waiting in the rain.
So many things lived through, planned, thought.
Sometimes words had a meaning, but spoken in vain.

Living day by day, night by night, and the absences;
With you one day, the others, just a lonely fight.
Waiting for the telephone to ring, a little suspense,
Unheard, untouched, forgotten in the night.

Memories still vivid, looking more distant every day.
As the laughter and lighter moments of the past.
Loosing the will to keep the fight for yesterday,
Watching you move through a broken glass.

The painful look at myself and my defeat,
The lost battles in our private battlefield.
What’s left after I laid my love at your feet,
And walk on vulnerable with a broken shield.

Flying from Here

For an angel I’m waiting,
To carry me on his wings.
I know he’ll be coming,
As I know the sparrow sings.

Today my angel I didn’t see,
But I saw a stranger passing by.
To any I should smile with glee,
For any could be the angel of a child.

Sun setting in the distance,
Of my angel I remembered.
Kindness I felt in an instant,
Thinking I heard wings fluttered.

I hope my angel comes for me,
To gently carry me home.
Because I want to fly from here,
But I don’t want to fly alone.

Day In, Day Out

The man worked in the field,
As he had worked day in and day out.
‘Till something stopped the windmill,
And everything came to a halt.

The man tried, the tractor wouldn’t start,
The sweat fell burning in his eyes,
Could feel the sun through the hat,
His tools, to fix they would not suffice.

Went home walking under the heat,
To check inside his coffee can.
Couldn’t avoid feeling defeat
When saw nothing but coins.

The woman came to him silently,
Dried his sweat and tears with her hand,
Poured him water carefully,
And by him sat with a plan.

Making pies with the apples sour,
Once in the fields for birds and cows,
She sold her pies in over three hours,
And went back to help as he plowed.

Filled with the crickets, came the night,
When everything else was calming down.
In bed they held each other tight,
And love was spoken without a sound.

Reaping of Contentment

The passing of the seasons,
The tides in their rhythm,
Those the sun obey,
These with the moon sway.

The dandelion blooms,
Never a moment too soon.
Finds its way when is time,
As the rosemary and thyme.

When the season is right,
And was overcome the plight,
The heart will also bloom,
When is time and is season.

Then sun and moon will agree,
When is time for love to be.
There will be no impediment,
For the reaping of contentment.

With Daisies, An Offering

On a simple wooden plate,
The love that was due,
With daisies decorated,
I offered it to you.

On a tree I climbed,
To hear sing the Cardinal.
And the song that I learned,
Was to you my sung vow.

To the ocean I went,
Swam hard all day,
So I could see you again,
And kiss you by the bay.

It was time for you to go,
And for me to say goodbye;
My love will not die, but grow,
As in the cold grows the edelweiss.

Flipping Through Romance

The thunder shakes the ground,
And lightening takes pictures of the earth.
The umbrella was not found,
The dog seems to give a smirk.

The rain is playing the drums,
Not all in unison, but loudly.
You say it ruins our plans,
I say, let’s play monopoly.

The lights go out, no more TV.
I am happy to just look at you.
You get upset, nothing to see,
And I can’t wait for the rainbow.

I’m holding a warm cup of tea,
You’re flipping through bills to pay.
I’m thinking of you and me,
And how long more can I wait…

Deepest Winter

In the deepest winter,
In the darkest night,
I heard a whisper,
A glimmer of light.

The answer sought after,
The thought unheard,
A touch came softer,
Along with a listener.

Starting the fall of pretenses,
Like clothes on the floor;
The long kept defenses,
The melting of the armor.

Shivers of delight,
A warm embrace,
A paradise sight,
An earthquake.

No Hair Spray

Today, just today, no hair spray:
I’m going to let my hair down,
Dare to let my guard down,
Let the dreams take me away.

Today only, I’ll walk barefoot:
I’ll kick old habits,
Go down the rapids,
And shoot some hoops.

I’ll sit to watch the birds,
I’ll lie down on the grass,
Some silliness I’ll confess,
And admit some quirks.

Then tomorrow back again
To high heals and pantyhose,
Press powder on the nose,
Catching the next train.