THE LIGHT ALWAYS COMES

The Light Always Comes


The light is low here at the end of day
And soon these hours will have died
Their little deaths and gone to where
All good hours go: To memory.

Then tomorrow will be born
Out of space and time
And we will march through that new day
With weary, though grateful feet.

You and I, my friend, we are so different
Yet so much the same
You came from there, I came from here
And where we'll end up, is known only to God.

So let us not fear the night
With it's darkness and shadow
For on the eastern horizon shines
The promise of sun, of hope, of continual day break.

It always comes. It always comes
And if it does not, for some of us
We will sleep in peaceful dreams
And wake in a land where there is no night.


©by Voo
Aug 25, 07 

A DOZEN RUBIES

A Dozen Rubies

A dozen rubies fell to my feet
Scattered by your hand
You'd come to ask me for my love
And proclaim yours for me and
A thousand diamonds promised me
When promise I had made
While the topaz sun high in the sky
Burned us in the shade.

The grass, an emerald shade of green
Lay below your feet and mine
From crystal cup we two did sup
The aged garnet wine
Grapes in clustered amethyst 
You fed me from your fingers
And kissed the residue away
While afternoon did linger.

With silver tongue you spoke the words
My sweet heart to seduce
Like opals changing in the light
The outcome to deduce
Your turquoise eyes lit up with joy
Every time I smiled
I teased you with my pearl white hands
And we waltzed a little while.

The blue sky turned to jasper
Then agate, then sapphire
We lay and watched the end of day
As the sunset turned to fire
The dozen rubies crushed beneath
My onyx colored hair
Then I saw the black lies in your eyes
Carefully hidden there.

You did not know that I could see
The truth there in the man
(No precious jewel can buy my heart
From yours or any hand)
In twilight's hue I turned to you
At the sun's last golden glow
Your jaded eyes full of surprise
As I softly told you....... no.

©by Voo
Jan 22, 2005

BIRDS IN CAGES

Birds In Cages


Like birds in cages, poets, we
Feel the constriction
Feel the confined allocation
Feel the terror of the bars
Be they gilded or gold.

Like birds in cages, poets, we
The thought writers
The thought readers
The thought muses
Write until we can write no more.

Like birds in cages,  poets, we
The loving but skillfully living unloved
Souls, divided yet fuller than most
Compose our sonnets, find our voices
And in our cages, from broken hearts, we sing.


©by Voo
July 14, 07