BEAUTIFUL IN LOVE

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

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



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 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

THIS WHITE ROOM

This White Room

This white-walled room

Streaked with lavender

From the glass heart

Hanging in the window

In the sun...........


The heart you gave me

With a smile in your eyes

The heart that was shattered

By cruel unthinking hands

And was mended, restrung, on it's white silken cord.


My bare feet rest

On moon pale carpets

Strewn here and there

On hardwood floors

Clean and cold as a hard winter snow.


Silky white curtains

Flutter in day breeze,

Tease the book's pages

As it lies on the shelf

Reading to it's self of my long ago dreams.


And here sit I

In my satin and lace

White sofa covered with pillow and fur

Waiting, as I often do

For my life to go on......


Long, silver mirrors

Catch the odd glow of sun,

Of fragmented purple, of my long raven hair

And reflect back the silence

That the world cannot hear.


In the garden, a cat

And the song of a lark

Sharp smell of roses

And the whisper of trees

But I do not turn, I sit stiller than stone.


Waiting for footsteps to fall on the stair,

A door opening softly and the embrace of your eyes

Waiting for the smile that once out shined the sun

Waiting for forgiveness in a world that's gone dark.


Maybe today, I think, he'll come

He'll stand behind me, brushing my hair

Watching me watching him as I did in the mirror

Before I crushed his heart like the lavender glass

Now mended, restrung, on the cord in the sun.


Maybe today in this white room

The wind will blow my hair like ribbons,

The book will close and my heart find peace

Maybe today, on moon pale carpets

My sad, sad feet will stand up and dance.


A sound in the garden, not of cat or of bird

On the wind there's a sweetness

And a tasting of hope

Gently, the lavender heart starts to sway

And I watch it transfixed and I turn towards the door....

                 

©by Voo

Feb 24, 2010   

9:36 p.m.