Missed Wishes

Missed Wishes

Outside I sat,
heated and embraced by my own salt tinged sheen,
when, I felt the lightest brush
of rain cooled air.
like a mother's kiss on fevered brow.

It took me aback,
this brush of angel wing,
the clean scent of water washed breeze,
and I turned my head,
I closed my eyes,
trying to connect again
with the tender brushed embrace.

But, like too many loves
it left me unsettled and wishing,
wondering why it was
and then was
no more.

Then, when the promise of showered gust
fell hard and reached with damp fingers
for me,
I was inside.

I missed the rendevous.

As I understood the kiss,
for an invitation to dance with the wind
and leap into its cooling grasp,
to release my heat into its captivity.

But, like too many loves
I left it too late and unsettled,
wondering why I took
of its free gift
nothing.

I heard the rain fall without me.
Part of me wanting to be within,
part of me yearning to be without,
wrapped in, and wearing a rainbow,of wishes unfulfilled.

Open My Heart

Song

On the wings of music,
I fly
Above an ocean of thoughtful dreams,
Like a drunken seagull splashing
In the waves.
I dive,
In a fearless swoop and splash
For a glutton's ransom
Among the glittering multitude
Of harmony's blessing.
I cry my delight,
And a thousand thousand voices answer
As one.
Ah, eternal song,
I hear the voices of heaven singing
In rich tumult.
Sing the triumphs of heaven's sigh,
Whisper the joys of lover's delights,
Shout the beauty of the world's turning,
Music and madness and love unending,
My heart, my self, my soul,
Given gladly,
For the gift of song.

Nancy France

Rain Dance

I like going outside
just before the deluge hits,
when you can smell the rain in the air,
wind blowing everywhere.
when the air smells of ice cream
and green leaves.

I venture out uncaring,
out in a nightgown, if I can
(just the gown)
The air takes liberties with me,
blowing under and over and thru me
and the thunder rumbles like my heart beating,
and the trees sing with the wind,
and all else is quiet
except for the approaching storm.
Even the summer cicadas silence their song in reverence
to the approaching weight
of rain-laden wind.

And I, embracing
Dancing as I stand,
leaning into wind’s caress
with arms outstretched and worshiping
Rain’s outrider,
Wind.

by Me,

July 2007

Summer Song

I heard summer’s song begin
In cicada chorus within the trees,
With dancing leaves
Swaying to soft warm breeze,
In courtship calls of low croaking toad,
To the high sung peeps of treetop frog,
Summer sang its song today,
Just as the sun slipped away.

by Me, June 2007

Flight

Dreaming,

I close my eyes

and float clear sighted,

attaching the threads

of inchoate dream

to passing clouds

fat with wet promise

of future storm.

I soar,

And lie expectant,

buffeted by the winds

of chance and fancy,

passing thoughts reigning,

separated by--yet tied to logic's grasp,

but loosely held,

as visions form

and flee laughingly

from what might be real,

or might be dream,

I open my mind

and gather beauty

in drops of sunlit
Joy.



by: ME

Talk To My Lord In The World He Has Given

As I stroll thru the country,
--I wait for the morning to arrive.

I want to greet the day,
--so it is I that can say.

Good Day to a time that keeps me still,
--for God has tread here, I can too.

This place, this time, this view of my life,
--will enable me to find a reason to return.

I know that I will never again find this place,
--but any other peaceful place will remind me.

To remember the calm and harmony I feel,
--is to talk to the Lord in the world He has given us.

I live for moments like these,
--I long for the times I have seen the trees.

I paint the colors in my mind,
--I swirl the hues and find the contrast of my life to His.

For this is my goal, the reason I stroll,
--To know my Lord, to See what He has set in Life for Me!

(A POEM BY DA PUP)

LORD OF MY POETRY

As I have opened my soul to you,
So shall I open my heart,
For you have opened the gates of my mind,
And the upwelling of poetry,
Refreshed hopes,
Water's my soul.

Oh, lord of my poetry; my life,
Take care.
You hold in gifted hands,
Sighted eyes and brilliant mind,
Myself.

I am buoyed by the warmth of heart,
Your gift to mine.
Indeed, so high am I soaring
On hope's fragile wings,
I could fall.
Be but my wings,
And the air beneath
Shall be as the breath of love.

We shall soar together,
Through sunlit sky
And embracing night,
We shall rise on words of love,
And the delights of the mind,
Travel the path of delight and joy,
And body's sweet knowledge.
For you approach my inner self.
Take care.

Me