Beautiful In Love
He makes me feel like a woman
When he smiles
I am enveloped in warm honey and moon glow
I am bathed in sunshine and sweetness
And I am so glad to be alive.
He sees me like I'm beautiful
And always has
Even though I know I am not fair
Or fine or lovely as the girls he painted
On the canvases of his youth.
He shines me like a diamond
With his artist's hands
Outlining my features with his fingertips,
My mouth, with the curve of his thumb
I am subtly, and permanently, imprinted.
He holds me like a treasure
As though I were fragile
And I let him think I am
For my strength would only make him feel
His weakness.
Oh, but when he touches me
In the darkness!
In the cocoon of love he spins there
Dancing to the music of my joy
Flying as one, on a single pair of wings.
Without light, I forget his eyes are blind
And cannot look upon my face
Cannot see the sunrise, or the setting,
The full moon hanging in the sky, or storm clouds
Unless he sees them through my seeing tongue.
He gives me more than I can give to him
Because my eyes are full of life
And his are full of memory and of wonder
Gifts he finds, on the midnight paths he walks
With sharpened senses I will never know.
He's painted all my sorrows now with beauty
In tender shades of love and light,
Traced my heartbreak with knowing hands
Until it disappeared
And cast it far into a hidden sea.
The world he paints for me
Is more magical than the one he remembers
When his eyes were whole and unwounded
And his brush yielded poetry to hang on the walls
In a world that could not be framed.
I did not know how blind I was
Until he found me and showed me the light
That love only illumines in a life that's gone dark
I did not know that my unlovely face
Could look back from a portrait, and be beautiful in love.
He makes me feel like a woman
When he smiles
And when I tease him with silence, he reaches out,
Touches my lips, my heart, my soul
And sees the sun shining on my face.
©by Voo
July 29, 09
7:43 p.m.
Nothing Like Rejection
There's nothing like rejection
To make you want to cry
Nothing like the pain of that
To make you want to die.
There's nothing like rejection
To make you ugly feel
To make you doubt there's any way out
Or that you are really real.
There's nothing like rejection
To cause you to despise
The reflection in the mirror there
In front of your own eyes.
There's nothing like rejection
To make you hopeless be
You lose your mind and then go blind
And life no longer see.
There's nothing like rejection
To shatter your fragile soul
Cause nothing seems genuine after that
Even if it's gold.
There's nothing like rejection
This verse has plainly shown
For rejection is my daily bread
And all I've ever known.
There's nothing like rejection
To make you in sorrow dwell
You feel like Heaven doesn't want you
And you're not good enough for Hell.
©by voo
Jan 11, 2005
1:15 a.m.
I Thought I Knew Yesterday
I thought I knew yesterday
What I didn't today
I thought I felt happiness
Coming my way.
I thought I saw yesterday
What would happen tomorrow
And receive joy in hand fulls
Not buckets of sorrow.
I thought I'd found yesterday
What would come with the dawn
A little dream coming true
That by night would be gone.
I thought I believed yesterday
What I cannot today
For today like a thief
Has stolen all hope away.
I thought I tasted yesterday
What was sure to be great
But today I am holding
Just this cold empty plate.
I thought I knew yesterday
What tomorrow would bring
But tomorrow is here now
And I don't know a thing.
©by Voo
August 21, 2017
1:04 a.m.
Adjusting to the Silence
Adjusting is never easy
For the heart is set in stone
To turn to touch the one you love
And find that they are gone.
The ears are tuned to tender words
The hands are taught to reach
The smile's a prize for sorrowed eyes
And the tongue, it lives to teach.
But these things are worthless to a soul
That has no anchor's depth
A ship that's tossed on a lonely sea
With one crew member left.
The prose of your heart, it fills my thoughts
With passion's memory, calls
The laughter that taught my heart to sing
Is silenced, once, for all.
Adjusting to the silence
(I do not think I can)
My world's an empty seashell now
Half buried in the sand.
My ears are full of wordless roars
That make no sense, no rhyme
Those sounds of joy were all deployed
When our love ran out of time.
©by Voo
May 18, 2005
midnight
