I am unwhole without you
My heart beats, but for what?
My soul yearns to be ‘bout you
My essence in half, cut
As if my lifeblood quickens
When near your stolid gaze
And far from you it thickens
Confused and in a daze
So thus I must be near you
Toward you I will dart
Once more my soul will hear you
Be still, my aching heart!
When shadows come and dance upon
The plain and quiet walls
I ‘magine myself away, gone
Till I don’t hear their calls
What quiet wonder do I feel
When tales and fantasies abound
Deep in my mind’s corners, they heal
The darknesses that I have found
And when I stop to think
Of greater things
Portents
Of import
Then do I wonder at the world
Each day a new tale
Each night new, exciting dreams
Stories: wondrous things
Yes, I know it’s not the 5th. I once again missed a poem, which means I owe you two.
So oft the world bears down upon
A tired, anxious mind;
And though we try to soldier on,
Our fates are intertwined
With all the world purports to be,
And all its stops and turns;
In life we are not from it free
Nor immune to its burns;
And so with anxious mind and heart
We listen to the peace –
What peace we can but find – and start
To force the pain to cease;
And from the wind and trees and skies,
A fresh breath at last comes;
And spirits can finally rise
From earth’s painful doldrums.
The days keep changing
Long, short, hot, cold, sunny, not
Yet the flowers grow
Why, then, do I dream?
The earth is bountiful
The universe, generous
Love surrounds me
My beating heart
Why, then, do I dream?
Not idly does the sun
Rise o’er the horizon line
Each day it brings
Is a gift
A boundless ocean, wild and wide
Where I go dancing with the tide
Its tallest waves I will bestride
Upon Earth’s free and endless side
A Poem A Day 