FROM MY EYES

Start music now

Voo · Moon of Love

 wrote this poem to this song

From My Eyes

I cry music

From my eyes

Liquid melody

Falling in rhythm

Down a face

That knows the rain

Did you see it?

The new song?

Did you hear it?

It played for you.

©by Voo

April 16, 08

11:35 p.m.

IN YOUR PARADISE

                                                                                       

start music now

sounds of water, play now
with music

In Your Paradise

What are you doing? he asked 

As I answered the phone 

On a sunny, sacred  Sunday

Autumn  afternoon.                                           

Without hesitation, in my poetic way 

I replied, I am lying in a green and white room 

Full of sunshine and rainbows

That are spun by little twirling prisms

In the bare windows

On a white sofa 

Covered by a faux white mink throw, 

Listening to the most gorgeous music 

On the planet Earth.                                                                        

A bamboo water fountain in the corner of the room 

Is tickling my ears with it's delicate water song 

And the cat is curled upon the carpet 

In his favorite spot of warm Vitamin D.

  

                         

       

I am sipping from a cup of green tea 

Reading a book by an incredible woman 

Who has traversed the world on amazing adventures 

And in the traversing, learned who she is and who she is not.

I am gloriously happy in my little house

And my green and white room

Full of music and sun and peaceful moments

That I find so rarely in this run amok world.

It is a haven here now, alone, quiet, lovely

I have all I need for the moment 

Dinner is cooking on the stove and the aroma is wonderful 

Outside, the birds are rehearsing for an afternoon symphony 

And I am their eager audience. 

    

I feel no need to speak,

To hear no other voice,

To go anywhere or to do anything

But what I am doing now.

Soon, I will write a poem 

And try to describe what it is I am feeling 

And thinking and hearing on this beautiful Sunday afternoon 

But that will come later.

          

Right now, I am content to just be            

To just listen and hear and taste and touch 

The supernatural beauty of this natural gift, 

This day that only God could make, 

This peace that only He can give.

It doesn't take much to make me happy 

It doesn't have to be a palace,                                           

It doesn't require a private island, 

I do not need to be a queen.

All I need is what I have,

Who I am, where I lie,

A gentle sigh, a ray of sun

An orange leaf, a flow of water,

A violin and I am happy.

    

And he was quiet 

With contemplation 

I heard him thinking, 

I felt him yearning 

Over the phone from miles away.

And he said: 

And what about me, Voo? 

What about me?

Is there no spot 

In that paradise in which you lie

No need or want or place for me?

And, without answer,

I hung up the phone 

As gently as I could 

Because I didn't want to say 

What I wanted to say ...........

Perhaps when the night falls, 

Perhaps, I'll change my mind 

But in this moment,

I'm sorry,

No.    

                       

 ©by Voo Shining Stone
Oct 28, 2012
a true story
for S

RIVERS AGO

Rivers Ago

Rivers ago

I fought an unwinnable battle

I thought I knew the answers

But only questions came to light

When I laid my weary head 

Beneath the wayward stars.

You were there, always

An inch away from true love

And a million miles from me

Dancing in somebody else’s starlight

Quenching your thirst with a stranger’s wine

But never mine.

I’ve made it a habit

Of crossing rivers just to cross them

Going from one side to the other

Looking forward, looking back

To see which side looks better

But there’s no difference on either side for me.

You were fool’s gold

When I thought you were pure

Thought I’d found the mother lode of all love

The hidden treasure, the pearl of great price

The shelter for my homeless heart

But you tarnished when I held you in my hands.

Still I hoped

Until hope was drained by drought

And even then, dredged for your love

In the mud of dis-consolation

You were always on the wrong side of every river

And I never learned to swim.

©by Voo

Feb 10, 08

             

   Bea's song
 by Cowboy Junkies 

         

I was listening to them

 while writing this.....

               

THE FALL DOWN DAYS

soundtrack

The Fall Down Days

And now in the fall down days

Of my solitary heart

I sit reading in the corner

Of a musty library

Drinking tea and watching spiders

Spin their silvery webs along the shelves.

It's always raining outside

And the west wind whispers my name

Ever so softly

There's usually a book of poetry

Lying in my lap

Maybe even one of mine from ages past.

Celebrity is a heady thing

It raises you up and pulls the rug

Out from under you

Just when you get comfortable

And think they really love you.

Everything that goes up

Must come down

Fame and fortune, life and love

Dreams and spotlights

But, oh, especially love.

©byVoo

2006

my reading of the poem on soundcloud

https://soundcloud.com/user-780266601/the-fall-down-days-best-sofar

                               

Nocturne op. N9 No.2-Chopin

                                   

THE RAIN MAN AND THE MOON

The Rain Man and the Moon

He stands in twilight, dreaming now

Of all he could have been

The hero rushing toward the foe

Like an eagle on the wind.

He tastes the sweetness, bitter tinged

Of life and love and loss

The pile of treasures in his heart

Grown higher with each toss.

He thinks about the eagerness

He felt to tackle such

Before he knew the false from true

Before he knew too much.

When every day was holiday

And every night was bliss

When love would fall there at his call

In a lovely stranger's kiss.

Round every corner, beckoned

Adventures for his soul

Searching high and low and far

For glitter and for gold.

Till thieves broke in and robbed him

Took eagerness and bliss

Bound him in his own gold chains

And left him lost like this.

But he has one, last precious gift

That can't be lost or taken

He holds it there, this gift so rare

In a soul that feels forsaken.

The Rain Man reaches out his hand

Beholds the moon up high

Begs for rain on parched dry land

With teardrops in his eyes.

The moon looks down from heaven

Beholds the Rain Man's pleas

Sends a message to the clouds

As the man falls to his knees.

The thunder wakes in fury

The lightning lifts her face

The rain falls round the Rain Man's feet

And he thanks the sky for grace.

So little now, does he have left

This gift, this wondrous thing

To make it rain, to ease the pain

Still makes his sad heart sing.

He stands in moonlight, smiling now

When the storm has passed and flown

Shining in the moon's embrace

Till the lonely night has gone.

©by Voo

May 03, 08

7:16 p.m.

*thanks Mark C. for your face above*