Me

 

What Music.........

 

Lay Me Down To Dream

The Dove
by Brian Crain

Lay Me Down to Dream

Lay me down to dream, I said

And looked deep into your eyes

I am so tired and weary now

I need some lullabies.

Lay me down to dream, my love

My days have been so long

I need to rest upon your chest

I need to hear your song.

Lay me down to dream, I plead

My dreams have flown away

I cannot think or recall them

I don't know how to make them stay. 

But there within your gentle hands

And in your tender touch

Is every dream I've ever had

And all I love so much.

Pull me close there in your arms

And think of what I've said

Then when I'm calm, then lay your hands

Upon my weary head.

And transfer every dream in you

That you can give or spare

And send me to that land of dreams

Where I can meet you there.

I do not know the way, my love

I can't find it on my own

Bestow on me that precious gift

Known to yourself, alone.

I've traveled many miles, you know

On a recent treacherous route

And found myself in perilous places

With no one to lead me out.

But there were angels and there was you

And the good Lord up above

And He blessed me with a road map back

And a light made out of love.

And I've come back from darkest dark

With new missions, it does seem

But I need you now to sing me to sleep

And lay me down to dream.

©by Voo

June 8, 2019

7:47 a.m.

 

Timing Is Everything

Timing Is Everything

Silently, wordlessly.....

I walk behind you in the fog

And wait for you to pause

Long enough for me to catch up.

You stop and look furtively around

Jingling the coins in your pocket

And I see the frown you occasionally wear

When you think of me.

Seeing nothing in the mists,

You walk on, glancing up at the sky

And pulling the trench coat collar

Tighter around your throat.

You stumble over a stone

And utter an indecipherable oath

That I can't quite hear

And it makes me smile.

"Where are you?!" you shout out loud

And kick the stone out into the darkness

"How much more must I endure?" you ask

And I recognize my moment and rush forward.

"I'm right here, mon cher." I whisper

And slip my cold hand into your pocket

And into the warmth of your fingers

As they grasp mine in fear and trembling.

You twirl underneath the dim street lamp

And clouds of fog circle around us and between us

You make motions to disperse the mist

And stand there in stark disbelief and indescribable joy.

"Is it you?" you ask, reaching to touch my face

"Is it really you?" "Tell me it's you and not a dream."

And I back away and look into those eyes

That I have dreamed of melting into for evermore and always.

"It's really me, beloved." I whisper softly

"Can a dream do this?" and I stroke your cheek with my finger tips

"And can a dream do that?" As I run my thumb over the outlines of your mouth

And leave it there upon your lips.

Time is suspended, stands still,

And we both wait to see if this is reality or fiction of the mind

Before we give in to the emotions that run rampant

Over, under, around and through us like mad things beyond control.

"There was a glitch in time." I say, 

"And I slipped through the veil when the time was right."

"Well, timing is everything." you murmur

And push a wayward curl behind my ear.

Somewhere in the distance 

A band begins to play in some elegant ballroom

And the music reaches our ears and swirls around us

And you bow and say, "May I have this dance, Princess?"

I take your hand and the touch of it sends currents through me

Your arm around my back, and we waltz as if on clouds

I cannot take my eyes from yours as we meld in that sweet embrace

Like warm honey spilling from an overturned bowl.

I hear you exhale and I exhale my own breath

Over your shoulder as my pulse runs wild

Tighter you pull me and your grasp is like steel

Yet the pain is delicious because I know you are real.

  ©by Voo

 Dec 28, 2018   

2 days before my birthday

I Feel You

 

I Feel You

I feel you

You're out there

Wondering

Remembering

Sighing.

Thinking of the days

When I was there

Waiting

At the end of your day.

With a poem,

A song,

A bit of mischief

To make you smile.

You miss that

Don't you?

You miss it like hell

'Cause it was a little bit of heaven

Wasn't it?

©by Voo Voo

July 15, 2021