Farewell Do

There are the sweet cakes, the streamers,
the flush-cheeked children who think today
is about the sweet cakes, the streamers.

There is the beautifully aloof, heartless sunshine;
likewise the bare-armed hills, crowned in azaleas
like extrovert brides; the city's thin, quiet streets
their safe-choice grooms

and all of us standing around, throats
stoppered with a hot knot,
a hard thought that's locked there

hands loose and empty, no casket to carry,
of course it's not as bad as all that,
yet when we wave and call "goodbye, good luck,"

the car doors' thud, thud-thud,
their soft somber tom-tom,
fills our backs and arms with a slow ache:
ghost of love's last, awful weight.

A Child Is the Greatest Gift

A child is the greatest gift
That our lives can bestow.
It brings the most exquisite joy
That we will ever know.

Some days deliver happiness,
Far more than we can touch.
We need the help of all our friends
To comprehend how much.

And so we thank you for the gifts,
Both those you brought and are,
That celebrate this rich, full life
And its rising star!

Ever Be the Lover That You Long for

Ever be the lover that you long for,

Doing as you would the other do.

Often you're the person that you're wrong for,

Resisting what would make one out of two.

Everyone displays diminished passion,

Becomes unbearable, if given time,

Disappoints the dreams that are in fashion,

Does what would intentions undermine.

Acceptance of your love and need for love,

And of yourself, above all, and your lover,

And of what is, which shall sufficient prove

To bring you lifelong joy from one another:

Such love of being is the canopy
Under which all things shall wedded be.

At Your Feet

Where are you tonight my love?
What is it that you do?
It's true my heart is torn apart
When I'm not with you
What enchanted thoughts swim through your head?
Are any of them of me?
When, my dear, you go to bed
Is it my face you see?

Who is honoured with your presence now?
And do they even care?
The thought of you not being admired
Fills me with despair
Do they appreciate your loveliness?
Do they marvel at your splendor?
Do they love to hear your velvet voice?
Do they adore your smile so tender?

If they do not
Then they all are fools
and had you been with me
Every day, my love, you'd be a king
because that's what you are to me

I'm at your feet
and I come with gifts
my body, heart, and soul
They're yours to do with as you please
to command and to control

I give myself with all my heart
I'm yours for all of time
Your slave, your queen, your anything
only say that you are mine

! SILENT STRINGS!

It is from the silent magical

strings of my tuned mind

I compile those endless notes

to form the core of one eloquent

song, a melody, rivers resonates

and transcends as heartbeats

on their long predestined journey

through the distinct pathways of

civilizations and in one magical

soft touch of sounds of those tuned

strings, like a cosmic stream

of consciousness, flow and unite

the unheard rhythm of a

diverse universe….

Fanatical dreams

Admiration of love is better than love
Consideration of the known is better for now
Because things tend to bend the other side and you never know
To rouse the wringing of dreamt dreams is to ride the severe row

The dreams may only be dreams not bound to be pragmatic
One may scream to wane, the sound isn't dogmatic
Variations come and go missing, leaving the fantasist in desolation
And then he'll have to go running the leading path in isolation

Obsession of the unfeasible is precarious for one may become mad
Sensation of the realizable madness isn't going to be sad
All the beauty of life's lost in fleeting fanatical dreams
So the fantasist screams
For unworthy persistent dreams

One dreams the dreams he'll never get
Soon he'll scream in agony which he'll never forget
He may see the wickedness of immortality
The way is wretchedness beyond immorality

Dreams fall and shatter almost knocking one out
Seams of hell clatter on fate without shock or doubt
For those are but worthless fanatical dreams dreamt
Who's the meaningless fantasist who needs to be cleaned?

Everytime I Look At The Stars

I gazed in your eyes,
Such a beautiful blue;

My heart whispered to me,
And that’s right when I knew;

The waves had ceased crashing,
On the sand at our feet;

Time had stopped passing,
My search was complete;

I finally discovered,
What I'd known all along;

A mystery uncovered,
That just couldn't be wrong;

It wasn't our first kiss,
Nor' the day that we met;

But I realized something,
I will never forget;

With the stars shining brightly,
From high up above;

I'd one word to describe it,
That word, is love.

I knew then these feelings,
For my sweetheart were true;

The man of my dreams,
And my soulmate, is you.

I think of it every time,
That I look at the stars;

This memory is mine,
But that moment was

OURS.

- Stephanie Lumley