CHRISTMAS EVE BLUES

Christmas Eve Blues



I spent my Christmas Eve 
Reading a book called
" Going Crazy"
And wondering if someone had snuck in
 While I wasn't looking
And written down my life story.

There on each page was a little tidbit about me
A little insanity, and a lot of sadness
I turned off the t.v.
' Cause every channel was showing fireplaces
And families and egg nog and Hollywood happiness
Tied up in red ribbons. It was absolutely depressing!
How can happiness bring you so much pain?

The frozen snow lay outside my windows like a blanket
And I watched the little birdies ice skating over the yard
In search of hopeful bread crumbs
The phone didn't ring
 And I knew it was you not calling
That's alright, I didn't expect any calls
I stopped expecting things years ago or allowing myself
To believe in Santa Claus or.... love.

The cat curls up beside me 
And purrs like a furry, little rowboat
His own feline way of telling me he loves me
And that he's glad to be in my presence........
Thank God for love in any form, I suppose.
(Sigh)

©by Voo
December 24, 2004 
12:30 a.m.

I WAS BORN WITH WINGS

I Was Born With Wings

I was born with wings that were clipped from my young shoulders

After running wild and free on this grim earth

After two or three years of flying and living

Innocent and unconcerned with terrestrial things and human pain

The loss of my wings brought me anguish

And sorrow and heartache and terror

That would shadow me the rest of my life

And never let me know that taste of freedom again

Feet cannot be compared to wings

Feet can only run, they cannot soar

They cannot take you high above the clouds

Of despair and over and beyond the awful things

That wait in darkness to grasp your soul

Feet cannot outrun the thing that runs behind you

Or crawls below you or slinks in front of you

But wings! Wings can lift you up and away

To heights untouched by life's tragedies and hell's demons

Wingless now, I can only run and run and run

Run toward Heaven, where I've been told 

My wings are waiting for me.

©by Voo

Feb 12, 2005

2:30 p.m.

SEVENTEEN FOREVER

Seventeen Forever

I am seventeen in my heart

Forever

No matter how faded I may become,

How ancient I will seem one day

How elderly I might appear,

To future children

Who will never be younger than I.

I am seventeen in my soul

Forever

An innocent thing running

In morning's glory

Through sunflowered fields

And turquoise skies

Full of laughing birds

And whispered wishes.

I am seventeen in my attitude
Forever

(And defiant)

Wearing black leather

And hanging out with boys

No mother would ever approve 

I tempt them with my eyes

And disdain them with my mouth

Kiss them on the backs of motorcycles

And ignore them in the halls.

I am seventeen in my emotions
Forever

A wounded kitten

Looking for love

And having no idea

What love might be

When I find it

But every day in a hundred ways,

I continue my search.

I am seventeen in my mind

Forever,

All woman

With a void that can never be filled

And a hunger that can never be fed

Except by that thing, (whatever that thing is)

That is missing from the deepest part of me.

I am seventeen in my spirit

Forever

Wilding away in the fields of eternity

Dancing on bare feet

Where the green does not fade

Watched over by angels who smile at my bliss
Watching all those, like me
Who aged with every tick of an earthly clock

Age no more

But remain in our happy and grateful hearts, 
Forever
 Seventeen.

©by Voo
started yrs ago
and finished just now
Dec 2017
12:39 a.m.

LIFE AND DEATH OF THE SUN

The Life and Death of the Sun

The cold autumn sun

            Is fading so slow,

She's looking for something

            She may never know.

            A room full of darkness

           That she can peek in

That's swept clean of clutter

            By her old friend, the wind.

Blowing steady like memories

           That cannot be seen

           Like the tasting of kisses 

           Like a hot summer's dream.

When the winter creeps in

           And the light crawls away

          Then the owls and the shadows

           To the woods come to play.

          There the sun rests in waiting

           For the night to pass by

          And they hold and caress her

         And she tries not to cry.

        But the sun, like the moon

      Needs to shine to be heard

      Like the growl of the tiger

       And the song of a bird.

     She is lonely in wanting

     And she shivers and sighs

     Watching, yearning for dawning

     With the Earth in her eyes.

     Then, in rushes of morning

     She awakes full of light

     Leaves still falling like teardrops

     From the soft Autumn night.

There ahead lies the Winter

There behind Summer's heat

Spring is only faint memory

And the fall's in retreat.

But the sun seems immortal

Be it cold, hot or rain

And she shines up the darkness

With it's pathos and pain.

Looking for what, she knows not

But she looks evermore

In the morning and noon time

And the dark of the door.

But she's fading in Autumn

Like a leaf in the wind

And the snow, soon will chill her

Till the Spring comes again.

Myths are spun on her shining

Tales are told 'bout her spark

Men believe she's a Ruler

But she follows the dark.

And one day, she will burn out

On that day, no one knows

And the night will reign endless

In the world when she goes.

©by Voo

Nov 28, 2010

7:48 p.m.

UNTITLED

Untitled

Waterfall in winter dream

Ice embracing the crystal stream

The water's song, the frosty kiss

The promise of hope upon the mist

The music of life, the magic of chance

From the shadows it calls and in sunlight I dance.

Copyright ©2007 Voo