The Part of Me........

written.....February 23rd, 2004

The part of me that loves you
is deep inside my soul,
the warmest of my feelings
that keeps me from the cold

The part of me that needs you
is the little boy so scared
that knows that you'll protect me
from all the dragons near.

The part of me that sees you
looks open-eyed inside
at your beauty so deep and lovely
I nearly want to cry.

The part of me that holds you
Feels your treasured heart
a beat-by-beat citation
our love will never part.

The part of me that smells you
is excited by your scent
I breathe deep for the sheer pleasure
of you and all you've meant.

The part of me that loves you
simply wants to know
that for all time eternal
Where you are.....I'll go.

The Young Man's Best Ain't Dead

written Jan 30, 2003

a great divide between us,
a subtle piece of mind,
a dream amongst the ashes,
her love that once was mine.

a piece of me remembers
the power and the fire.
the burns were deep and lasting
as shown by all these scars.

the brand that marks my sorrow
cannot be seen by all.
a smile can cover a broken heart
as love's fires rise and fall.

the sharp point of a dagger,
the tone of love's swan song,
pierced the armor of my lonesome heart
and hurts my whole life long.

a broken-legged shadow
among love's ruins and stones,
i find my pain is with me
but hides my deepest wounds.

my hair turns gray and tarnished
the clock rolls right along
my youth fades to memory
and i've sang all life's great songs

my mind forgets minutia
and struggles with each day,
but my heart forgets not one detail
of the one that got away.

her hair, her eyes, her smell so sweet
the way she looked at me
her soul, her words, the love so deep
could never lie, nor find a course to be.

so deep inside my life force,
a part of every breath,
i live, i breathe, i think of her
and will until my death.

an Oscar for your fragrance,
an Emmy for your smile,
a Tony for our drama,
and popcorn for our smiles.

It's been too long, or has it?
it's much too late in time.
it's long past all our crossroads.
we're nearly at our prime.

so building to a climax....
a full tour of my head,
while an old man has his memories
the young man's best ain't dead.

A Writer's Fable

A writer's life is lonely
with always much to say
and just few readers that really buy
the things my bills will pay.

Living just to spend some time
with words upon a page
Expressing joy and laughter
and even hate and rage.

It's a hard life from the get-go
with no money in the bank;
a burning desire to build a book
before your boat has sank

So I hold my hand real steady
and hope to find THE line
that an editor might just read someday
and look inside my mind.

Journey to the far-east
then gaze back toward the west
take a turn around our world
and write about all the rest.

written Monday, Jan 22, 2004