I loved you
since the time I looked
into the deep oceans of your eyes.
From the waves of passion thrashing
beneath my earthly body,
to stormless shoals smothered
with warmth of morning sun.
Disabused of name or tongue
or past ships lost
to uncharted Atlantis,
I found you in a place
where infinite sky meets
the bottomless sea.
Because I loved you more
than space could hold,
more than I could fit
in a smaller world.
Now I know why stars explode
across the Universe,
what marks the road to take
to distant worlds.
And there with you I'll go,
our destinies complete-
though not in terms of endings
set with time or date,
but our journey together
that never ends.
How I've loved you!
But I can only love you more
as I sail across your oceans
and we love upon the shores.
Copyright 2009 Francis Don Daniels
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Christmas Sonata
Of glancing snowflakes fondling the waiting earth,
Or hunted geese safely huddled on the pond,
Of smoke-swept chimneys with smell of burning wood
And lighted houses glistening like the sun.
Of cards and gifts from those both known and loved,
Rememberance of whom departed but yet beloved,
Of song and dance that make the heart feel gay,
Each and all a gift of Christmas Day.
I see your eyes within the twinkling lights
And feel your presence with each flake of snow,
Your warmth and spirit the billowy stream of smoke,
The goose-lined pond the tender space of home.
Though Christmas Day may leave us far apart,
Thoughts of you shall linger in my heart.
Copyright 2008 Francis Don Daniels
Or hunted geese safely huddled on the pond,
Of smoke-swept chimneys with smell of burning wood
And lighted houses glistening like the sun.
Of cards and gifts from those both known and loved,
Rememberance of whom departed but yet beloved,
Of song and dance that make the heart feel gay,
Each and all a gift of Christmas Day.
I see your eyes within the twinkling lights
And feel your presence with each flake of snow,
Your warmth and spirit the billowy stream of smoke,
The goose-lined pond the tender space of home.
Though Christmas Day may leave us far apart,
Thoughts of you shall linger in my heart.
Copyright 2008 Francis Don Daniels
Monday, December 15, 2008
Christmas in Vermont
Green Mountains covered in winter ice
unmoved by the tumbling river below
that twists itself over boulders left
long before the snow.
A narrow country road, it snakes
a route beside the stream,
winding and weaving, high and low
mimicking each fickle slope-
a tableau fit for dreams.
Gabled rooftops protrude the icey veil
revealing saltboxes having tallowed the road-
motley structures huddled in clusters
as if to stay warm
from the stinging cold.
Neither buildings tall or showy or many
(yet poignant in their stories centuries told)
nor bustling streets chockablock with neon disturb
the peaceful lanes which shape
this village frozen in time.
Who should live in this place
time has forgotten?-
a scene reminiscent
of a Grandma Moses painting
of a quaint New England town fast asleep,
whose dreams are contagious to every dreamer,
that tug at your heartstrings to stay,
that make you want to linger.
Without regret, I'll leave
a part of me here-
dreams of a simpler life perhaps
or the hope for a World more serene
with kindness and love for all to show-
to stay here long after
my footprints
in the snow.
Copyright 2008 Francis D. Daniels
unmoved by the tumbling river below
that twists itself over boulders left
long before the snow.
A narrow country road, it snakes
a route beside the stream,
winding and weaving, high and low
mimicking each fickle slope-
a tableau fit for dreams.
Gabled rooftops protrude the icey veil
revealing saltboxes having tallowed the road-
motley structures huddled in clusters
as if to stay warm
from the stinging cold.
Neither buildings tall or showy or many
(yet poignant in their stories centuries told)
nor bustling streets chockablock with neon disturb
the peaceful lanes which shape
this village frozen in time.
Who should live in this place
time has forgotten?-
a scene reminiscent
of a Grandma Moses painting
of a quaint New England town fast asleep,
whose dreams are contagious to every dreamer,
that tug at your heartstrings to stay,
that make you want to linger.
Without regret, I'll leave
a part of me here-
dreams of a simpler life perhaps
or the hope for a World more serene
with kindness and love for all to show-
to stay here long after
my footprints
in the snow.
Copyright 2008 Francis D. Daniels
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