The Piano

From your piano
the golden notes that sing
the sounds of life and love
more pure and real than earthly things,
migrating us back to places and times
buried in tombs marked
by solemn epitaph the final ending.
To know ourselves from times before
that stretch to now the written legacy,
to carry forth the dreams of yore
into a new beginning.

One continuous stream of light,
brighter than brightest rays of day,
softer than quiet glimmers of night,
speak to us and point the way
we have long forgotten.

Without you life of beauty is lost;
without you life lived is grim;
without you our dreams slowly fade
to empty material whim.

Speak piano, forever speak
the golden tones we cannot say,
with your magic wand of flitter cast
the future for us to make.

Copyright 2009 Francis Don Daniels

Tickling the Moon's Feet

Why have we come to hide our hearts,
Why are we here to stealth our souls,
Why do we waste away our precious gift.

Today when I looked into your eyes
you did not see me.

You and I, let's tread away
the silly charade and fly
about the clouds until
our hearts and minds go
crazy with raging love. Mocking
earth's solid clocks and rules,
we'll dance the night to dawn,
even tickle the moon's feet
for a mischievous laugh or two.

So when looking into your eyes,
the world becomes a magic garden,
with colors so bright I shield
my eyes to see. Touching
your hand a river of peace courses
through my veins to make
me drunk with sweet ecstasy.

Now that we are here, it is
as if we're one with infinity:
with reason to live to share
our infinite love,
with reason to love to make
ourselves complete.
Or why would we have come
so far.

Copyright 2009 Francis Don Daniels