And I Love You So Happy Valentine's Day Everyone ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

 

To Love Somebody

 

UNFINISHED

 

                                                         © Voo Shining Stone

Voo Shining Stone in Hawaiian garden

LOST MAN"S JOURNEY written by Voo Narrated by my friend across the pond

 

The Gift ............ from Voo's Vault

                                                                                                                           

     

The Gift

Windswept and full of dare

She twirled in long ringlets of hair,

Her mouth, a smile, did grace me with

And gave my anxious heart a lift.

Her fingers, long and full of tease

She only softly asked me, "Please"

Her feet ran to the cantina floor

And showed me what she'd been born for.

I'd met her on the market square

A lonely maiden, standing there

Without escort, without a ring

A truly lovely, graceful thing.

And so we talked and passed the time

She put her gentle hand in mine

My plans forgotten and she had none

We walked till day was almost gone.

We strolled beside the river's shore

We laughed and laughed and laughed some more

Like children playing a grown up's game

She told me much, except her name.

When blue twilight had fallen down

We walked into the heart of town

Past cafes, full, at dinner time

I pulled her into these arms of mine.

"What would you like to do?" I asked

And she fell silent and said at last

"I want to dance, may we please go?"

But I couldn't dance but she didn't know.

I held my breath, felt my heart race

And fear ran fast across my face

"Of course we may." I said and lied

As she beamed sweetly at my side.

"I know the place!" she grabbed my hand

And I went with her, a smitten man

Up cobblestones, and alleys down

Followed her joy and music's sound.

Till then, at last, she found the place

And turned to me with youthful face

"You'll like it here." And in she flew

And called to people that she knew.

The place was small but filling up

With men and music, wine and cup

With violin and stamping feet

And Spanish guitars, loud and sweet.

At her appearance, there rose a roar

And she backed slowly towards the floor

Pulling my coat; I stumbled after

Into the light and thundering laughter.

She removed her shawl and threw it, then

Surveyed the room of shouting men

Threw back her head of coal black hair

And circled round me, standing there.

My pulse was racing, my face was wet

I hadn't told my secret yet

I couldn't dance, I never could

My feet were leaden, my legs were wood.

The music filled the heated room

And my shy flower began to bloom

Into a wild and wondrous thing

With every wanton song they'd sing.

She stomped her feet, began to dance

Till every man felt her romance

Her dark eyes flashing, her shoulders, bare

The maiden, gone, an Empress there.

I couldn't move, I couldn't leave

I stood transfixed in the air she breathed

Lost track of myself, lost track of time

Fell in her love and spell sublime.

The wine was flowing, the night was hot

And magic happened but I knew it not

Until she pulled me into her arms

And I felt the power of her sensuous charms.

My shirt unbuttoned, my sleeves rolled up

Drank deep and long from a brimming cup

My eyes on hers, hand round her waist

My anxiousness, now all erased.

I felt the music, it flowed through me

I saw the passion and it saw me

I danced the dances of ages past

The gift I'd dreamed of, given, at last.

Our bodies melded, our bodies swayed

The crowd applauded, the music played

Her face against mine, and wanting more

We danced till daylight crept round the door.

And we were alone in an emptying room

That just hours ago, had been filled with my gloom

Filled with the knowledge that there was no chance

That my once broken legs could ever learn how to dance.

But dance I did and dance I do

Dance in my dreams, while dreaming of you

The girl who was magic, the girl with the charms

Who taught me to live as I danced in her arms.

   

 © By Voo Shining Stone

Aug 22, 2010

2:30 a.m.

Hold Me Like Before

 

So We Got A Little Crazy based on a true story *clears throat* ahem

So We Got a Little Crazy



So we got a little crazy
When the clock struck twenty-three
As the waiters in their penguin suits
Served champagne to you and me.

"Come here often?" asked your dark eyes
"No, not once." replied my own
"Then, you're lost and I have found you."
"Can I escort you back home?"

"You're a bold one aren't you, darling?"
"No, I'm really kind of shy."
And we did a silent tango
As you looked me in the eye.

"Care to dance?" you asked politely
As you pulled me to the floor
"No, not really." I protested
"I don't do dancing anymore."

"Is that a fact, now?" as you swirled me
And my hips began to sway
Your hand gliding down my bare back
As inhibitions fled away.

"More champagne?" you breathed in my ear
"I dare not." I tried to speak
But you pulled me closer to you
And my lips fell on your cheek.

"Waiter, bring another bottle!"
Sliding back the velvet chair
And we talked for thirty hours
Till no waiters waited there.

Then I sat on the piano
As you played "Tenderly" for me
In your bare-feet and my bare-feet
Till the clock struck eighty-three.

I was just in town for four days
You were just in town for ten
And you had no time for chasing
And I had no time for men.

But there was something in your dark eyes
And the way you sang a song
Made me wish I had a songbook
And that I could sing along.

Round 'bout dawn we heard a bell chime
And a sleeping waiter's snore
We put our shoes on and we tiptoed
Through the room and out the door.

In the shadow of the awning
You pulled me to you in the mist
Kissed my mouth with such conviction
That I knew that I'd been kissed.

"It's been great." I murmured softly
"Yes." you said with some delay
Then we got a little crazy
And both turned and walked away.




©by Voo
April 11, 09
11:35 p.m.


            TENDERLY  on piano......I love this

To keep the music on any video playing..
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That's all you have to do. Plays as long as 
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Black rain gleaming
Down silver glassed panes
Reflections echoing memory
And youth's delusions, we,

Drink our pasts like water
Hoping for resurrection
For futures bright as tinfoil,
As the thunder whispers by.

Where were the moons of Jupiter
When we needed light?
Where were the knives of Caesar
When we needed to be cut free?

Why do the young fight and die?
When the old ones start the wars
It is not our fight
It is not our fight, but theirs to lose.

And we, the young, awaiting our turns, at attention, stand
Surveying the valleys of chaos,
Watching torn curtains flutter at remnants of windows,
Sifting through dreams to see what can be saved.

But there is no beauty in war
Not even in victory
For victory comes by death
And death is no ending at all.

Death is a dandelion bursting
Blowing in the wind of the world
There, and there, and there, it drifts
And never can be gathered.

Where were the grains of wheat
When we were starving?
Where fell the dew of Spring
When thirst consumed our tongues?

We are too young to learn
And too old to care
They have taken out our hearts
And replaced them with machines.

Look at us, dead on our feet
And cannot fall down
As our weary eyes go on living
Even as they wait to fall.

Standing on our high rise clouds
Looking for signs,
Reflections staring from a million pasts
Into a handful of futures.

See the world and what it is
Down there torn past mending?
It is a sad and mournful thing
That started out so bright.

We are the young, now old before our time
And when we are gone,
There'll be no one left
To tell them of the joy.

And so, the night comes
With it's echoes and delusions
It's unfelt tears streaming from ravaged eyes
That have seen too much, that have hoped too much.

All our little revolutions, quashed,
Our anarchies, vanquished,
Our utopias, conquered, by jackbooted heels
We stand helpless at the windows of the world.

Till there is nothing left to be
And there is nothing left to see
But the dying of distant fires and ancient dreams
And black rain gleaming down silver glassed panes.

©by Voo
Aug 22, 2009

For the world that was..............

is not and shall never be again

The Only Thing Missing

 

The Only Thing Missing

Hard park bench setting there

On the banks of the lake

Under the trees

Leaves hanging like jewels

With tiny breezes arranging them

Ever so lovingly with their little wind fingers

Not a cloud in the sky

Not a sound except for bird song

Not a footstep or a sigh

Not a hint of humankind

Not a scent of rain nor tear

Pristine and perfect

I sit and take in the scene

Silently and with reverence

That bench is where we met

Where we fell in love

Where we touched hands in wonder

Of love and were awed by the fear of it

That bench is sacred to me

Those trees are like palace guards

Those birds are like songwriters of my heart

That breeze is like the touch of your caress

That lake is like a silver mirror

Reflecting me and the bench and the trees

And the jewel-like leaves
 Now hanging there like teardrops

The only thing missing is you.

©by Voo

Feb 19, 2005

 5:30 p.m.

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Storybook Story

 

We Became Strangers

 We Became Strangers

If I knew the reasons

I wouldn't be writing this poem

I'd be writing love songs

And publishing them up in a tome

If I knew the wherefores

I'd be fixing them all everyday

If I knew the whys

I'd know how to make your love stay

If I knew the answers

I'd lock all the questions up tight

If I saw this day coming

I'd chain the day up in the night

But I never saw it

And I never questioned your whys

Nor conceded your wherefores

Nor answered your questions with lies

But the day is now here

And I'm watching my life walk away

And I'm begging inside

But my lips have no words left to say

I thought we were lovers

And lovers forever till death

But all of your love died

As you exhaled that love out in your breath

It is my fault, I know that now

Just like I knew it when

You asked me to be true to you

And not look at other men

But I was greedy and I was wrong

And I gave my love away

For I was lonely and I needed you

And you were always away

Then in the process of our lives

Our hearts gave up and cried

And all the sweetness of our love

Just laid down and it died

And now we're strangers just as surely

As though we'd never met

Even though our hearts still feel

And our hearts can't forget

You turn and wave and I wave back

As tears roll down my face

You board the plane and fly away

And leave a lonely place

It's cold here in our empty bed

It's cold inside of me

Why couldn't we learn as we went

Why couldn't our eyes see?

It is too late, it's just too late

I whisper to myself

We've used up all the love we had

And there is no love left

I lie and cry and hate myself

I hate what I've become

I wish I'd had more time with you

To make this house a home

But you are gone now far away

Away from heartache's dangers

And I am here to think about

How lovers became strangers

If only I......I cry out loud

Had heard your poor heart sing

But I never listened and then it stopped

And you took off your ring

Now it's too late, you've lost your song

You'll find some other ears

And she will love you like I could not

While I drown in my tears

In my confusion and my grief

I do not hear the clock

I do not hear a car door slam

I do not hear the knock

And you are there in my doorway

You've set off the alarms

But I don't care for up I fly 

And you take me in your arms

I can't leave you, you say to me

For what would this world be

If you were not here in my life

What good would living be?

My love, my love, I say to you

I pray forgive my sin

And forgive mine you say to me

And we fall in love again

This time we'll do things differently

We vow to one another

And I hear your heart sing out to me

As two strangers become new lovers

Oh, love it is a precious thing

Guard it night and day

Don't let it cry and fade and die

And don't let it walk away

Who knows if it will dare return

To the place it felt alone

Who knows if it will see it's truth

And find it's way back home

©by Voo

January 30, 2019

4:58 a.m.

Lie To Me

 

One More Night

I'll Play The Blues For You

 

Snowed and Iced in Here for first time in a long time....pretty but dangerous

 

My Winter Song

 

From my vault TROLL SONG collab

 

TROLL SONG

Fair Lady went for a walk last week

She took the bridge across the creek

The bridge was long and wide she knew

A place where soft winds always blew

But the sounds of the winds were different this day

She gave pause and thought that she could hear them say

There's more to this bridge then you have seen before

Perhaps you should listen just a little while more.......

So she sat down upon the pilaster wide

The one like the one on the other far side

She'd never sat on the bridge quite like this

In the sun by the creek with it's bounty of fish

But something caught her mind's sharp eye

She wasn't just sure what it was or why

For certain there was something that didn't quite fit

But it drew her there to stop and to sit

And then she froze, for a sound she heard

Where did it come from, the trees or the birds?

Nature was noisy but that wasn't it, though

And then she did realize: it came from below

She knelt to the boards of the bridge and did look

But she couldn't see anything, so some more time she took

For there truly was something down there under those planks

Was she scared, should she run or should she give thanks?

For under the bridge, the one on which she sat

Stood a troll in the trough, and he was all short and fat

And although it was dark and the weather was cold

The troll sang a song, and he sang it quite bold

The tune was familiar and yet it was strange

And it made her feel alive in her body and brain

She did not quite follow all that he threw

But something was different, that much she knew

Of a warriors brave heart and songs of true love

He even wailed of things up above

The troll couldn't sing; not a note was in tune

But he carried the thought and he sang of the moon

The lady was quiet and listened quite close

The words were so beautiful though the tune was verbose

The more words her ears heard, the truer they rang

The songs, they got better, the more that he sang

For the troll knew the meaning of all that was fair

He just couldn't show it, he just didn't dare

For out in the light where the people did live

He was not accepted, though he had much to give

His love songs were pure, his heart was so true

And loyalty sprang from his spirit she knew

But the world is all stuffy and full of its self

And a troll is a troll and cannot be an elf

And the trolls are for woods and the people for homes

Though they have love to share still they're always alone

So home she then went and for nigh on a week

She stayed in her castle and she thought of the creek

She still wasn't sure what to make of that day

Had she heard, really heard, what she thought he did say?

Or was she just dreaming and imagining the song

Of the troll who was sad and looked so alone

Then the day came and she went to walk in the wood

She went to the bridge where the pilaster stood

And looked through the planks at the creek bed below

She heard not a thing, though her ear she bent low

She couldn't decide, had he really been there?

Or was it the wind that had blown through her hair?

As she walked from the bridge to the creek's rocky edge

She listened and looked to the tree, to the hedge

But the troll, he was silent and not to be seen

And she wondered in her heart if he'd ever been

Were trolls really ugly, had she seen him that way?

Should she have spoken through the planks there that day?

Do trolls too, have minds, hearts, and dreams of romance?

What if she'd given him more than a glance?

What if she'd asked, ..Who authored your songs?..

And he'd replied, ..Why, I do Lady." Would that have been wrong?

For a troll and a lady, to find love to share

But she will never know for he's no longer there..........

🧔

©by Voo and D. Donson

Collab

Oct 2004