The Man That Changed My Life

The Man That Changed My Life

People come and people go

In and out of  every life

Friends and lovers

Acquaintances

Sometimes a husband 

Or a wife.

If we are lucky, someone appears

Like no one else has ever been

And makes us forget all of the others

Be they lover, mate or friend.

And when they come into our lives

They fill a void that's always there

From our day of birth until our death

That can't be filled by another's care.

I do not pretend to understand that

I guess God decided and made it thus

So all our lives we look for something

To fill that hole inside of us.

And I, like you, have searched forever

For things or people to set us free

And never found the thing we needed

Till we found it in you and me.

And oh, the things that you taught me!

Found talents hidden in my soul

You dug them out and polished them

And made them shine just like pure gold!

And I found in you what had been lost

Things so precious and so rare

Things no one else knew existed

But things that flourished in my care.

You changed my life and I hope

That I changed yours in some small way

You're now a part of my little heart

And there in my night and in my day.

So funny, funny are you to me

You make me smile and laugh out loud

You bring me joy when I least expect it

You are my sun in every cloud.

My other self I didn't know

Until I saw me in your eyes

And you saw you inside of mine

Much to your hard fought surprise.

You take the place of a thousand people

Who enter and leave quietly

Within the confines of my life

But none mean what you mean to me.

Wherever you end up, my love

Wherever on this earth you go

Remember I am always there 

Remember too, I need you so.

And in my heart, I recognize

Even if you can't yourself

That I've changed you by excavating

The treasures in your hidden depths.

Things that make you who you are

But more the man that you can be

A lover, a warrior, a man of God

When I look at you, that's what I see.

©By Voo Shining Stone

July 29, 2019

11:53 p.m.

A MAN AGAIN

Love Come the song that inspired the write.......

A Man Again

My life is like a shadowed room

With sun afraid to shine

But I would throw the windows open

If only, you were mine.

Cobwebs full of memories

Hang ’round this silent place

And everywhere my eyes might look

It’s there I see your face.

There is no music in this house

Except within my head

It followed you right out the door

Glanced back, and then fell dead.

I look around and see myself

A remnant of a man

A ghost that has no one to haunt

A soul without a hand.

For I would reach that hand to you

And let you taste my tears

And I would show myself to you

And let you see my fears.

If only you would come to me

If only you would come

And turn this ravaged heart of mine

Into your home sweet home.

It rains here every single night

It thunders out my pain

I cannot look upon the light

Till I see you again.

My bed lies un-used and un-made

For I no longer sleep

My dreams are fragile waking things

Not real enough to keep.

But midnights in the lightning’s flash

The mirror shows you true

Standing here alone with me

In love like I’m with you.

I do not move for if I do

Your sweet face fades away

And all my love and all my need

Cannot make you stay.

So I stand still and do not breathe

And do not speak out loud

But love you with my hungry eyes

No longer, cold and proud.

For when I was a mortal man

And not this apparition

I took for granted all I had

So full of supposition.

Then I woke up, a broken man

In this broken home

My sad voice echoing off the walls

Begging you to come.

Love, come, love, come!

Live here with me again

Bring back the days I counted loss

Not knowing what I’d gained.

The past is never truly gone

I know that for a fact

But show me where you threw my love

And I’ll go get it back.

My life is like a shadowed room

And your smile is the sun

If you’ll just meet me halfway, love

The rest of the way, I’ll run.

I’d tear these dusty cobwebs down

If you gave me a sign

I know I could be a real man again

If  you were only, mine.

©by Voo

April 26, 2011

9:31 p.m.

FAST FORWARDED

                                                                                                                                        

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

Fast Forwarded

Running in slow motion down fast forwarded streets,

We dreamed on our silent feet

Of love

In the back seats of cars, 

Playgrounds at midnight,

And silk sheets at the Fountaine Bleau hotel.

There were your eyes

And that was all I could see

Staring 

Into my soul from a hundred yards away

On the other side of the crowd

And the law of attraction.

Dark, sensual, greedy eyes

Almost like mine but darker

Pulling

Me toward you, into you like magnets

Drawing objects

That have no will to refuse.

The noise of the city 

Vanished in the roar of our hearts

Beating

Like wild things in our chests

Waiting for that moment

When all motion stopped and we stood face to face.

I had no one to go home to

No one waiting to bid me hello

No one

To wine me and dine me and love me

No one to need me

At the end of the day.

For love is not something

That I've ever been able to hold

Nothing

That I've ever been able to keep,

To rest in, or live up to

Or to say it was mine.

And because of that,

I'm always searching for the taste of it

Dreaming

That it's just around the corner,

In a stranger's arms, a stranger's eyes

Who, meeting me, will not think me strange at all.

It's Friday and the day has been long

I am hurrying off to nowhere 

And

There you are, with your tousled hair

And your hungry eyes looking

And here I am, looking with my own.

Closer now, and just four people apart,

The setting sun catches your hair,

Fire

Dances off your heart and lights your face,

Brings a glow to your eyes

And a sweet sad smile to your mouth.

"Hello." you say, "Don't I know you?

Didn't we meet in my dreams?"

"No."

I say, "We met in mine on the 41st of June."

And we both smile like lunatics 

Meeting underneath the moon.

Sometimes, it just happens,

Sometimes, it just clicks and there you are,

Falling

In love with your other self, your better self,

The other half of your soul

In a stranger's eyes.

The bad thing is,

The worst thing is, when it's over,

Life

Becomes an endless, endless day

And eventually you stop looking for love

And you're swallowed up by the crowd.

But for now, there's always tomorrow,

And the day after that,

Days,

When dreams still follow me down the street,

Look into my eyes and take me by the hand

Days, when they're good, make my eyes forget

That they ever saw your face.

©By Voo

Sept 17, 2010

10:43 p.m.