Found On A Blue Green Sea

Found On A Blue-Green Sea

We sailed upon a blue-green sea

My love and I, that night

Beneath a moon of solid gold

And stars, silent and bright.

We clung to love with wanting arms

And spoke of things to come

Of fire and cold and growing old

And paths that lead to home.

We drank the night like it was wine

And whispered in the wind

Laughed at all the lonely years

And what almost could have been.

We'd found the faces we could love

In crowds of loveless hearts

And made our pact, no going back

To romantic stops and starts.

(Maybe love is magic

And maybe love is glue

And only love can mend the seams

Of a life that's torn in two).

But in that lovely little ship

Beneath those stars so bright

We solved the mysteries of our lives

As we sailed into the light.

Sometimes we don't know who we are

Till in a lover's eyes we see

All we ever hoped and dreamed

And all that we could be.

We nestled down in harboring hearts

Like treasures found and kept

While wind and sea carried us to shore

And in arms of love, we slept.

The song that inspired the write

The Promise by Secret Garden

the most beautiful melody I ever heard.......

©by Voo

Dec 1, 07

11:11 p.m.

A Lot Can Happen In Four Minutes

A Lot Can Happen In Four Minutes


A lot can happen in four minutes...

The world can end...you can fall in love
A car can be totaled, a web can be spun
A cup can break and be glued together again
A human being can be born while another human dies.

A lot can happen, does happen, has happened
Is happening all the time
But time passes, stands still, moves on, stops
In the blink of an eye and the beat of a heart.

There are those that can read the unwritten,
Hear the unspoken, feel the intangible
And move the unmovable
But those are few and far between, like us.

We belong to the category of "the few"
We don't think like "the many"
We don't live like "the average Joe"
We live in dreams that make reality "bearable."

Poetry is the language we speak
The purpose for our pain,
The reason that we breathe,
The thing that makes our hearts beat.

A lot can happen in four minutes......

I don't even know where that came from
The sentence just fell out of the ethereal
Into my mind and then my fingers caught it
And ran to get it down in print.

Who originated that thought? That phrase?
I have no idea. I only know it must be true
And if it's not, who cares?
 It sounds like a poem that someone needs to read.

Somewhere on the other side of this planet
(And, no, I don't believe that the Earth is flat)
I mean, look at the sun, the moon, the other planets
Aren't they all round?! Why should Earth be square?

And there on the other side of this God-shaped marble,
There are others trying to articulate these same thoughts
But very few, for this world is made up of the conformed
Square pegs desperately being forced into round holes.

Unlike us, we, who are neither round nor square
But uniquely shaped and bent and artistically formed
Into beautifully strange beings, hell bent
Upon finding other beings like ourselves outside of Heaven.

Only creatures like us see the heart shape in a fallen leaf,
A drop of crystal on a rose, the hidden smile on a granite face,
Hear the song the wind sings, the music of the stars,
Find the love in a heart that has been crushed beyond recognition.

A lot can happen in four minutes

Look at what just happened.......
You can receive a thought, peruse that thought
Write down that thought and share that thought
Like I just did. With you.


©by Voo Shining Stone
Jan 10, 2020
5:30 p.m.

Rose In Twilight

soundtrack

Rose in Twilight

A blackened rose tied up in silk fell on the trampled snow

I did not see who dropped it there or see the giver go

I heard a raven call to it's mate, sitting in the tree

But I did not hear with listening ear a voice call out to me.

I stood as a statue as the twilight crept in

And the falling snow fell on my hair

The pulse in my throat and the rush of my blood

Was the only thing living felt there.

The sky was silver, reflecting snow

And the moon had not yet come

I felt the night, though out of sight

Welcome me to home.

A whisper rose up on the wind

And called my name so sweet

But I could not for life of me

Move my frozen feet.

Then I picked the rose out of the snow

And in sorrow bowed my head

And when I'd raised my face again

The rose had turned to red.

Copyright ©2007

 by Voo

Secret Place

Secret Place

A hush falls quietly on my soul and stills my beating heart

I've come to worship as I do and set myself apart

In a forest wonderland of snow beneath the white tipped pines

I walk in silence all alone and forget the world of time.

I cannot say what draws me here, I think I do not know

But when the world becomes too much, it's to this place I go

Far from the road and off the path on a trail you cannot see

My secret place to seek God's face and where He meets with me.

I turn my face up to the sky and let the snow fall down

Laugh like a child born in the wild and kneel there on the ground

The wind plays with me like a friend and blows my cares away

And if I could I surely would forever this place, stay.

The snowbirds come to visit me and sing their winter songs

I listen rapt with joyful heart till the day is almost gone

The trees, tall and attentive, wave the odd left behind leaf

And as the snow covers up my tracks, I leave behind my grief.

The world's a big and bitter place, most of the time to me

And loveliness and kindnesses are rare for the eye to see

In fellow man, in heartbreak's hand, it's hard to find the love

So I go running through the woods and search for it above.

And there I find it in the quiet with hillside covered in the white

The sparkling brook, the crystal fall, the One who made me, made it all

And for my hungry eyes that yearn, I listen, watch, observe and learn

Then take away the unwritten page He writes for me on nature's stage.

God's whisper, tender, like a glove, restores my soul, renews my love

Washes me clean, removes the stain, then sends me to the world again

And though I travel through the mire, fall in the quicksand, burn with fire

To that sacred place again I'll go and kneel my knees on fallen snow.

Cry out my pain and lay me down, to seek the mercy where grace abounds

Lay down the load I cannot bear, to walk away and leave it there

Pour out my heart for Him to see and let Him mend it once more for me

Reach up my hand to touch His face and meet Him in that secret place.

©by Voo

Jan 31, 2005

 7:30 p.m

The In-Between Time

Saturday, December 28, 2019

The In-Between Time 


Sun going down into the black well of night,
It sighs and whispers, "See you in the morning."
And holds onto the day as long as it can
Not wanting to be alone.

The shadows come first, like errant clouds
And then the sunset, the twilight
The golds and cobalt blues so ethereal
They make you want to cry without knowing why.

Slipping now, slowly, like a broken kite on the water,
The sun dips, rouses again, and gives up the fight
Going under the blanket of pink clouds in the West
Yawning like a sleepy baby sinking into dreams.

I know how it feels, the sun
I know how hard I try to hold onto your voice
On the telephone, your words on the piece of paper,
Your hands as they pull out of mine and rush off towards tomorrow.

My lips hold to yours as long as they can
Tasting your kiss even after you've gone away
My heart feels your imprint against my chest
As my arms close and grasps your form of empty air.

Twilight is so lonely, so lovely, but oh, so lonely
The in-between time, not day nor night, but a time all it's own
'Twixt shade and shadow and blue gone to midnight and moon
The time the heart fills with longing and hears only whispers.

And when the darkness comes, as it always does,
I wait for the man in the moon to smile
And if he does not, I know he is sitting alone
On the dark side of the moon, sighing, just like me.

Waiting for love to wave it's hands and gather me back
Into the daylight and out of the darkness
That can only be lit by your love and the waking sun
The bright day separated from the beautiful night
By the in-between time.....and the magic of the twilight.

©by Voo

December 28, 2019

11:20 a.m.

Golden Time of Day
by Maze