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Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
The Shadow of a Lion
©2007 Wayne Cook
She lay in his shadow; their bodies blocked the light
Crushing his face against her breasts in the night
It wasn’t hard to remember embraces long ago
The ones when time stopped and morning turned to go
She remembers his hands, the fingers and his care
She remembers his muscles, his eyes and his hair
She remembers how she compared him to Orion
She pauses and remembers the shadow of a Lion
She felt his breath across her skin warm and slow
Comfort was the gift that age had left them now
One last time he rose to cover her mouth with his
One last time they left the earth behind their kiss
I can’t go on writing these lines without tears
I can’t go on remembering the nights behind the years
I can’t sing without sadness and I know I can’t return
As my my heart relives each night's sad reminder as I yearn
She lay in his shadow; their bodies blocked the light
Crushing his face against her breasts in the night
It wasn’t hard to remember embraces long ago
The ones when time stopped and morning turned to go
She remembers his hands, the fingers and his care
She remembers his muscles, his eyes and his hair
She remembers how she compared him to Orion
She pauses and remembers the shadow of a Lion
She felt his breath across her skin warm and slow
Comfort was the gift that age had left them now
One last time he rose to cover her mouth with his
One last time they left the earth behind their kiss
I can’t go on writing these lines without tears
I can’t go on remembering the nights behind the years
I can’t sing without sadness and I know I can’t return
As my my heart relives each night's sad reminder as I yearn
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Life and Love
©2007 Wayne Cook
Dedicated to Rebecca Quintana
I saw this young mother, with toddler in tow,
The woman, her daughter, taking life a little slow
For a minute, an hour, a day by the shore
Some sand, smiles, life and love
Her daughter, an angel of tender years
Clowned her to laughter and trails of warm tears
Eyes like almonds cheeks of velvet skin
It was joy to watch, and I turned and gazed again
The mother, a woman of rare beauty to see
It was easy to perceive her sensuality
Shapely of form, tawny her neck
Her husband should be at her call and beck
Her breast showed young beauty, but also of care
The babe suckled as mother freely shared
The mother nurturing the babe, cooed like a dove
Grand scene of tenderness, life and love.
Dedicated to Rebecca Quintana
I saw this young mother, with toddler in tow,
The woman, her daughter, taking life a little slow
For a minute, an hour, a day by the shore
Some sand, smiles, life and love
Her daughter, an angel of tender years
Clowned her to laughter and trails of warm tears
Eyes like almonds cheeks of velvet skin
It was joy to watch, and I turned and gazed again
The mother, a woman of rare beauty to see
It was easy to perceive her sensuality
Shapely of form, tawny her neck
Her husband should be at her call and beck
Her breast showed young beauty, but also of care
The babe suckled as mother freely shared
The mother nurturing the babe, cooed like a dove
Grand scene of tenderness, life and love.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
We Still Have Hope
©2007 Wayne Cook
I went with her to the hospital today
Uncertainty written in our eyes
Yesterday I thought we were both immune
Today I want to cry
You can care and work and watch and love
You can drop to your knees and pray
You can see the sky with it’s lowering clouds
You can leave and run away
No matter how tough you are
No matter if you live or die
No matter if you were god yesterday
No matter how you soar and fly
What we don’t know could kill her
What we know is how much we love
What I hope and pray for is mercy
What I do is hold her hand and touch
Tomorrow….hands we must trust
Tomorrow, well, good or bad, we will know
Tomorrow we may have a war to wage
Today; today we….we still have hope
I went with her to the hospital today
Uncertainty written in our eyes
Yesterday I thought we were both immune
Today I want to cry
You can care and work and watch and love
You can drop to your knees and pray
You can see the sky with it’s lowering clouds
You can leave and run away
No matter how tough you are
No matter if you live or die
No matter if you were god yesterday
No matter how you soar and fly
What we don’t know could kill her
What we know is how much we love
What I hope and pray for is mercy
What I do is hold her hand and touch
Tomorrow….hands we must trust
Tomorrow, well, good or bad, we will know
Tomorrow we may have a war to wage
Today; today we….we still have hope
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