The Blue Vineyard of Voo Shining Stone: I'LL COME IN STORM CLOUDS

The Blue Vineyard of Voo Shining Stone: I'LL COME IN STORM CLOUDS: I'll Come In Storm Clouds Hear the rain Fall on the glass Small wet drops Now coming fast. Hear t...

There Is A Spring Inside of Me

THERE IS A SPRING INSIDE OF ME

THERE IS A SPRING INSIDE OF ME 

ONE I COULD NOT EVEN SEE 

ONE I COULD NOT EVEN FEEL 

BUT NOW I KNOW THE SPRING IS REAL.

THERE IS A FOUNTAIN IN MY SOUL 

OF SILVER WATER THAT TURNS TO GOLD 

THE SOURCE IS GOD, THE VESSEL, ME 

AND POURING FORTH NOW FOR ALL TO SEE. 

THERE IS A LOVE THAT BRIGHTLY SHINES 

HERE IN MY EYES AND IN MY MIND 

AND I GIVE BACK WHAT I'VE BEEN GIVEN 

AND FOLLOW THE TRAIL OF WORDS TO HEAVEN. 

THERE IS A HOPE THAT ONCE WAS PALE 

AND FEARED THE PATH WOULD LEAD TO HELL 

BUT NOW I JOY AND MY SOUL SINGS 

MY GOD HAS MADE ME A LIVING SPRING. 

©by Voo

MAY 22, 2004

 4:50 P.M.

THE FALL DOWN DAYS W SPOKEN WORD VERSION

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.

©by Voo

2006

     Soft rain and music sounds

                                                  

    

         Chopin Nocturne 9

                 The Fall Down Days
                 SPOKEN WORD VERSION

LOOKING FOR THE MAN WHO RAN

Looking For The Man Who Ran

The stars were so bright

And the moon so full

I swear I could see the cactus

Moving surreptitiously

Across the red desert floor.

One last bite of hard bread

One sip of lukewarm water

A bit of prayer

And I snuggled down against the cold.

The neighing of the horse

Woke me from a dreamless sleep

And I lay there underneath the sky

And thought about your face.

Traveling’s never brought me

Closer to you

Searching has never taken me

To the place to which you ran.

But I keep riding

I keep looking and I keep hoping

Up every steep green mountain

Down every low lonely valley.

They say you killed a man for me

But I don’t know

I’ve never looked at other men

Though maybe some have looked at me.

There’s never been room inside my soul

For anyone else but you

And your quiet ways

And your laughing eyes and quick hands.

The horse looks at me with pity

Turns his back and flicks his tail

He knows I’m thinking about you again

And he’s sorry he woke me.

A soft cool wind sweeps by, caresses my skin

And I burrow deeper into the blanket

And fall back to sleep

Dreaming that I hear footsteps

Walking toward me in the starlight.

©by Voo

June 9, 2007

1:30 a.m.

FOOLS ON A GRAY AUTUMN DAY

Fools On A Gray Autumn Day


Standing here in the silence of a gray, lackluster day
We briefly glance into somber eyes, then turn and look away
You clear your throat and smooth your coat
Your body blocks the sun
I wait to hear your footsteps retreat; I expect to hear them run
But they don't walk and you don't talk
No words spill from your mouth
But heartbeats break the silent roar
That the heart cannot pour out.

Your big hand reaches for my small
That's buried in my pocket
And with the other I undo the clasp
On the sterling silver locket
That holds the picture of the love we shared until today
I put it in your empty hand and still I do not say
Unsaid words that serve no purpose; for they cannot change a thing
And the unshed tears bring no release but blind us by their sting.

Goodbye, it is a joke and lie, it expresses no sincere thought
For what is good about the bye? Just another moment bought
An autumn leaf falls on your shoulder from an almost barren tree
And I think the bright red leaf is you and the barren tree is me
We watch a V formation of snow geese on the wing
Flying through the skies above to find another Spring.

One last throat clearing, one last hand clasp
Your lips meet mine once more and last
The saddest smile I've ever seen touches your eyes with tearbright gleam
Hands pull apart, eternity ends
Eyes close on memories of there and then
We walk in different directions now and don't look back, somehow, somehow.

The tears held back, now fall like rain down heartbroken faces that drown in pain
And each, we shout  unsaid words then and hear them stolen by the thieving wind
At the edge of the park, I think I'll turn to see if you're there ( I never learn))
I pray that you're running on swift feet to me but I never turn and I never see
And you walk on toward the ocean of blue
And wonder if I am now running toward you.

Your heart beating fast as the locket you grasp
With it's picture of you and of me
But I'm walking and crying and waiting for you to follow
As the locket is thrown into the sea.

© by Voo
November 19, 2005
3 p.m.