Beautiful In The DARK
(Sometimes the things that are beautiful in the dark
Can be so ugly in the light of day
Blinded by the need of the human heart
Sometimes the things we take the most for granted
Can mean the most when they go away.)
I stand here on this white sand beach
And watch the turquoise tides roll out to sea
I think about the silver moon in your eyes
And how your lips felt when you were loving me.
I l listened quietly to your soft sweet nothings
But honestly I didn't hear a thing
For words to you were lies to make me love you
So when the phone rings now, I let it ring.
You know how good strawberries taste on your tongue?
How champagne's bubbles tickle as they rise?
How rainbows disappear and appear like magic?
That's how love is brought to life before it dies.
A beautiful thing that's sweet when it shows up
So full of joy the heart gives it reception
There on the dance floor, street or garden path
But with the dawn, the heart sees it's deception.
Why must it be so in this earthly life?
Why must we wait for Heaven's joy to trust?
Why must we long for love with all our souls?
When the love we think we've found proves made of dust.
Love should be found in the golden light of morning
In a garden full of fragrance all around
Clearly surmised without shadow and apprised
To be what builds us up, not let us down.
I've seen love's face and I've seen the face of lusting
I've felt both pure intent and midnight's grasp
I've loved and lost and loved and learned a lesson
I've known the grief of loss when love has passed.
How foolish is the heart when night has fallen
When the eyes see lies but the need just does not care
And the void of the soul to be made whole grows wider
When you awake and find there's no love there.
Awakenings are stunning and despairing
When you've not yet learned to discern the shade from spark
And you see in clear light an ugly thing revealed
That you thought was simply beautiful in the dark.
I was naïve once long ago and yesterday
When I still thought you beautiful and fine
But my eyes couldn't see what my heart wouldn't see
Till I woke up ..............
Opened my eyes and found that I was blind.
©by Voo Shining Stone
1/23/2022
11:11 p.m.
Beware The Kitten's Claws
(The Enigma of Love)
Love she is, a red red rose
With thorns within her leaves
Perfumed coverlets on graves of death
Left there by the left one that grieves
Love she is, a sparkling wine
Waking feelings asleep that wait to be woke
Intoxicating inhibitions to rise up and flee
Birthing passion and poetry that wait to be wrote.
Love she is, the sweetest thing
And the saddest thing of all
The cold of Winter, the heat of Summer
Spring's bloom and the decay of Fall
Love she is, the tiger's wildness
The soft and playful paws
The kittenish purr wrapped up in fur
But beware the kitten's claws.
For love she is, a two-sided thing
She gives and takes away
With such tools employ, she'll bring you joy
And then leave you where you lay.
How do I know this tale of woe?
This mystery I speak of?
This gift of Heaven oft tinged by Hell
My friend, my name is Love.
And Love I am and Love I'll be
Until the end of days
An enigma even unto myself
And no man can learn my ways.
A rose with thorns, a life with death
A wine that reveals your deepest flaws
A tiger, exciting and a kitten, enticing
Who will love you and sleep with your heart in her claws.
©by Voo Shining Stone
May 10, 2021
8:42 p.m.
People Like Us
There is no reason to try, you see
For people like you, for people like me
We reach and we reach but we never get far
Above us are dark skies with no shining star.
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Dreams are just wishes that never come true
For people like me, for people like you
And wishes are wisps that blow quickly away
Like the darkness of night overtakes the bright day.
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Love is unattainable, not maintainable or true
For people like me, for people like you
It matters not if we're witty or blessed with fair charms
We cannot find a way to make love dance in our arms.
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Happiness is fleeting like white clouds in the blue
For people like me, for people like you
A mirage in the desert, an oasis that appears
Then dissolves when we reach it in a rainstorm of tears.
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I've never known or understood it
Why this happenstance should be
Why poets die a thousand deaths
And true loves rarely see.
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It's like we have to pay a price
For every verse and rhyme
The beauty we put on the page
That will never fade with time.
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There's no heart like a poet's heart
No one feels what we feel
We love so deeply there is no end
Be the subject false or real.
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I wish I had the answers, all
And that enlightenment could see
It would change the lives of every poet
The people like you and me.
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Till then we'll write in our solitude
No shared passion, no bliss or it's fuss
Sweet words to be quoted in the wooing of others
But with no happy endings for people like us.
©by Voo Shining Stone
Nov 20, 2020
7:38 p.m.
That Night In Hot Springs In The Rain