Elusive
Every night I chase her in my dreams
I reach out to touch her as she draws near
Only to have my hand slip right through her
As if her body was made of water,
A wisping breath flowing slowly
Seen but untouched by my trembling hands
The more I try, the farther she slips from me
Only an imagination of what could be,
We are passing vessels on opposite paths
As she fades off into the dark horizon
I pray that our emotional anchors can be dropped
Deafening the sound of that hope popped,
So I awake to the unfulfilled day
Knowing dreams imitate my real life
I look over to where my wife once laid
And picture the union that I unmade.
Loss In the Rain
Sitting by her window
Listening to the rain against glass
Replaying the memories of her past,
Visions of slow dancing
Walking hand in hand on the beach
Floating on clouds well out of reach,
Long talks in the dark
Her body warmed on cold winter nights
Even the makeups after infrequent fights,
But they are grey and fading
As the lonely years outnumber our years
And the raindrops cannot outnumber her tears,
So she sits silently alone
Looking out through tear blurred eyes
While the sound of rain mutes her cries
Empty
Sitting here
Next to an empty chair
One that should be filled
with my hopes and dreams,
Wondering why
I can't cry
Over the spilt milk
That covers my Life,
She should be
Right here with me
Not the emptiness
Of these shattered dreams,
Hand in Hand
How tall we can stand
Through all trials and tests
That come our way,
Instead, I stare
At this empty chair
Knowing that darkness
Covers my bleak future,
What it has cost
Dreams that are now lost
Since I let her slip
Away into the past.
Taking A Look
The eyes are hazing, void of feeling
Pain has cleansed the soul of meaning
The face has grown hard and lined
Replacing an image once classy, refined,
The lips remain dry and tightly closed
Trying hard to keep from being exposed
A futile effort against a consuming force
Unable to steer down a cheerful course,
The jaw stands stern and unflinching
But the facade is definitely slipping
The eyes are now completely cloudy, unclear
I turn and walk away from my exposing mirror.
My Lonely Road
The sands of time flowing down
The distant wind keeps calling
My interest in this place in time
Continues slipping and falling,
The roots never took hold
The ground too hard to set
Making it evermore easy
To wander on without regret,
To be blown by the wind
Following the Moirae's thread
I gather my pack and rod
Down the lonely road to tread,
Another chapter to write down
A true tragedy without end
An epic tale of my struggle
To which I alone will tend.
Lake of Misery
When I was a younger man
Still open to receiving impression
I stood on dry ground
Within this Life’s depression
It didn’t take very long
For Life’s water to start to rise
Nothing to worry about
For my young innocent eyes
With each passing moment
Filled with my thoughts and fear
The water pushing away
All those that I once held dear
Their voices reach out to me
Bouncing off the rough surface
The muffled sounds unable
To cross the growing distance
The mud of my indecision
Holding my stagnant feet fast
Unable to pull them out
From the dark sins of my past
As I slowly grow older
The water rushing in my ears
Hope seems a false fantasy
As my expected end now nears
So time trudges right along
The water rising above my head
Comfortable in my discomfort
Unaware of the obvious dread
Looking up at the surface
Life’s water swirling around me
Knowing my Fate lies here
Trapped in my Lake of Misery