There upon the bluest waves, on
a raft drifting away from the shore.
Sat a single pianist who played
out so lonely, telling his haunting score.
With his fingers he played
telling, stories of the darkness found in the sea
And on those keys playing, a
song for my reckoning,
as the pianist was calling to me.
He calls for the sunset and then
calls for the moon, he kisses her back into life.
And pounding quite fiercely, he
brings waters as boiling,
churning and showing his strife.
You can see in his eyes he is
the storm and the breaking,
he pounds out his tears.
And with notes I see floating,
and the keys keep on flowing,
I see all of his fears.
The thunder his wording, the
lightning his singer, the storm boys
to the notes that he plays.
To capture a moment, to stay
there in time, voiceless I hear all he’ll say.
The hurricane building, sweet
love like the gilding,
his passion found out in each chord.
Over waves come to crashing, out
to sea he’s still dashing,
the waters part
for this artistic lord.
With a brightness so blinding,
no telling no minding,
the rain like a wall in its wake.
With his fingers unfailing,
finding every key, his song not one of mistake.
Still he pounds the ivories, as
though to make them bleed,
makes them sing his anger,
and makes them tell his need.
The mermaids swim close to
listen, the sirens now too so still.
Bending the dark around him,
bringing it to his knees for his will.
On into forever, the pianist
still carries his tune.
Now I gaze across the waters,
hoping he comes back soon.
You signed in blood
my darling, now you seek to try.
Running from my coming, too late now to cry.
Now is time to pay me, you promised me a toll.
Never ever dreaming, the cost would be your soul.
No more time for stalling, business is at hand.
Now you see me small one, and realize I’m no man.
You saw my eyes that evening, knowing something’s odd.
And still you followed my steps, wherever they would trod.
I did not promise heaven, nor promised you the way.
You came into my darkness, eager yet to play.
And when you woke this evening, the piano played alone.
There I sat in silence, waiting in your home.
You run to try to get away, finding your doors still locked.
Sitting not yet chasing, laughing from where I rocked.
One more time my sweet one, dance beneath the moon.
No escape to heaven, you know I’m coming soon.
You said you were willing, nothing here to miss.
And fell into my warm dark arms, fell with my dark kiss.
Hoof beats on the pavement, my coach is waiting there.
Grab your coat and hat love, fix your lovely hair.
Tonight you need to say goodbye, and leave with me alone.
Take your place beside me, upon an ebony throne.
As you scream out loudly, voicing the night your pain.
I am often screaming, back within my mind.
Looking for someone, wandering to find.
Soft sweet lips to save me, never speaking lies.
Someone who can really see me, here behind closed eyes.
I am often moaning, thinking thoughts of we.
Wanting nothing more in life, than just for it to be.
Never changing anything, and still she always tries.
She knows what I am thinking, there behind closed eyes.
I am often not there, a million miles away.
Lost in thoughts and dreaming, passing through the day.
The world can not catch me, no matter how it tries.
I have you with me always, here behind closed eyes.
I always think of touching you, kisses in my dreams.
Passion in the forests, hid amongst the streams.
Laying with you hidden, warm hands upon your thighs.
I know what you are thinking, there behind closed eyes.
Do not think me lonely, think me not fool.
Do not try to force me, try not to be too cruel.
Only say you'll love me, deep in your sweet sighs.
Knowing I will see you again, dreaming behind closed eyes.
When she feels she is so lonely,
when tears just seem to flow.
Roses for no reason,
the best way I can show.
When she thinks I have forgotten,
or she no longer has my eye.
It's roses for no reason,
They bring the sweetest sigh.
When the world just looms before her,
and she feels she'll lose her mind.
There's roses for no reason,
I left for her to find.
When she feels there at her lowest,
when escape is long lost friend.
Roses for no reason,
that's what I’ll chiefly send.
When she wonders why she loves me,
when she looks at me with her smile.
It was roses for no reason,
that made it so worthwhile.
Rain is what she gives me, as with her sad goodbyes, wrought and held quite
clear to see, could she see my eyes. In night turned cold with parting and
missing in that night her gentle touch that wouldst take me away.
Swimmingly, forgottenly. Long past hope of light. With quiet she hushes, she
sooth mine soul, and with a touch brings me veritably to mine knees afore
her. Not in humble supplication but as her lover. Held tight in cold hand,
let none take from me mine dreaming submissive. Treasured and gifted in her
offerings to hunger born of her sweet temptations. Wondering, perplexing
ambitions, in the sampling of her ambrosias dripping wells. Drank deep and
heavily, naught that I had the strength to cease, but only enough in her
embrace to surrender that which is myself and give over the animal she
coaxes to the surface. Muscles tight and dancing with one another, writing
like wettened serpents. Her gasps like angel breath brushed o’er my neck.
Brought light to my lips and offers me a compassionate refuge there. Couldst
I but turn away, walk from this phantom, that she might halt her nightly
hauntings that leave me so wanting in the hope of no tomorrows kiss. In her
eyes she holds my heart, the pacings of a mad man dictated by her wiles.
Mind numbing passions consumptions as fire burns deep in her belly for want
of my seed. Her nails that bring me to bleed to her own tastes. Thy sweet
suffering my albatross borne. Place thy weight atop me, stop breathing lungs
to savor thee. Feed me and find me immortal in your walls memories. Leaving
mine own gift of pleasure and desire. Like roses petals part my tongue sweet
curtains hidden grace. While shadows flicker from candles lit show to me
sweet face. Held high and back with moans through body echo loud, finds my
ears receptive and needing more as deeper within I seek thy soul, a taste
and nothing more. How well she knows mine own thoughts, my own hidden
burning want. She knows in her giving, in her pleasing, she rules me well.
She sat before a mirror, still of her own mind.
Crying at the fruits, that now wither on the vine.
Gone long ago. Was her hair as bright as gold.
Now it’s gray and thinning. As she's growing old.
She sits there quietly rocking, trying not to think.
But each time she sees her old hands, tears teeter on the brink.
She misses when she was dancing, twirling for the crowd.
The hush of a thousand whispers, the applause as it grew loud.
Prima ballerina. Where has thy grace soon gone?
While listening there in silence, to some forgotten song.
Gentle ballerina. They have all forgot your name.
Where is thy grace and beauty, that precious claim to fame.
She sits there by the window, dreaming of the days.
When children ran about her, in their daily play.
But now the halls are silent, the children all went home.
And time has found you withered here, sitting all alone.
Precious little mother, why do you sit in wait?
Still dreaming of your babies, and summers at the lake.
She sits there in the darkness, but still won’t close her eyes.
Just sitting there so quiet, staring at the skies.
No one even noticed, that in the very end….
The dancer again was smiling, and dancing once again.
The days go by so lonely, he let the letter start.
Hoping words could find them, not so far apart.
The day here is as the night time, jungles amidst the plight.
You can not stop to look though, always here to fight.
My arms are so empty, without you there to hold.
And though it is so hot here, missing you I am cold.
It broke my heart to see you, as we slowly pulled away.
And there is nowhere more, I would want to stay.
So now I hope these words find you, just so you will know.
I would not have left you darling, if they didn't make me go.
Now I fill the night with wishes, and in the day I dwell.
I close my eyes and I am with you, forgotten now this hell.
But I had to write to tell you, I had to let you know.
I may be here in Vietnam, but baby I love you so.
They tell me not to worry, better things will loom.
They say maybe before Christmas, I will be home soon.
Until then my days are lonely, my nights I spend awake.
We watch for the enemy’s movement, we listen to the debate.
It seems it always rains here, never a dry moment here in sight.
As shadows play and trick us, the jungle dances with the light.
I think the war is ending, God I hopes it’s true.
Waiting oh so eagerly, again to be with you.
She folded up the letter, and she thought it best.
To leave His last and loving letter,
in a box simply marked.
personal effects.
