What thoughts will I be thinking when it's time to pass away?
What dreams will be the last to go that very final day?
When all that's left are memories that stream across my mind
Will anything continue, or will all be left behind?
I've been a man of reason with my faith in concrete things.
My angels are my mortal friends, no halos, harps, or wings.
But I am pleased to worship them for all their gifts of love
Mean more to me than anything that might be up above.
So if we're going nowhere it's no tragedy to me,
I've had the chance to be here and to let love set me free.
Because I've been in love with you, not if I die, but when,
It's all I want, the memories... to see your face again.
... take these few words as comfort and know that you are not alone:
Uncharted Paths
When all of my words have been spoken,
And the ink on my last page has dried,
When my heart lies crumbled and broken,
My passions all withered and tried,
I will find, in the cold, dark silence,
Beyond the mist and the rain,
Raw courage, and self-reliance;
My failed hopes and trusts to regain.
When the door to my soul stands wide open
And the pain and the hurt subside,
When this poem is my last sweet token
Of beauty and truth denied,
With the spirit of love that first made us,
I’ll embrace the loss without pain;
I will step to the dark voiceless cadence,
Though it marks the final refrain.
When all of my gifts have been opened,
With patience, I will turn aside,
And dance, close and slow, with the notion,
That faith, truth and trust will abide.
Submerging my voice in the presence
Of sirens, now still and serene,
I will cast off the pall of indifference
And strive for the kingdoms unseen.
My angels are my mortal friends, no halos, harps, or wings.
But I am pleased to worship them for all their gifts of love
..indeed..it's best to see and love the angels we have in our lives than to live for the day we will see the other angels in heaven..hmm..one should LIVE love....it's that simple
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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Uncharted Paths
When all of my words have been spoken,
And the ink on my last page has dried,
When my heart lies crumbled and broken,
My passions all withered and tried,
I will find, in the cold, dark silence,
Beyond the mist and the rain,
Raw courage, and self-reliance;
My failed hopes and trusts to regain.
When the door to my soul stands wide open
And the pain and the hurt subside,
When this poem is my last sweet token
Of beauty and truth denied,
With the spirit of love that first made us,
I’ll embrace the loss without pain;
I will step to the dark voiceless cadence,
Though it marks the final refrain.
When all of my gifts have been opened,
With patience, I will turn aside,
And dance, close and slow, with the notion,
That faith, truth and trust will abide.
Submerging my voice in the presence
Of sirens, now still and serene,
I will cast off the pall of indifference
And strive for the kingdoms unseen.
(C) a.burnley
Love Tinka
But I am pleased to worship them for all their gifts of love
..indeed..it's best to see and love the angels we have in our lives than to live for the day we will see the other angels in heaven..hmm..one should LIVE love....it's that simple
Beautiful write John! ty
vesna :)
Stunning work, John..
You weave your words so
well...this is priceless.
XOXO!!
*Linda*