Stars (2013)

I thank the stars for you, my dearest friend!
For all the treasures you have brought to me,
Your openness, the hand that you extend,
And the love I know you bear, though wordlessly.

So I thank the stars that shine upon my way,
For dark has been the night, but joy is mine;
You guide me, my star, bright herald of the day,
Aglow in the east: with promise and hope you shine.

And I thank the stars for you, and that you came
Into my life!  You opened wide my eyes,
And now the world will never be the same.
The light of your soul has pierced my darkening skies,

So I thank the stars that I should be so blessed
And so fulfilled.  When days were ebbing numb,
My star, my light of evening in the west,
You blazed with the hope of a brave new day to come.

Whispers (2013)

I whisper my secret to the wandering air –

The name of her whom I so long to name:

My lissome love, my beauty past compare.

I whisper my longings to the wandering air:

“Go swift to her, winds, caress her velvet hair,

Breathe kisses, and set her heart aflame!”

I whisper my secret to the wandering air –

The name of her whom I so long to name.

Orient Eyes (2013)

Beware of the girl with the orient eyes
And the body that moves like the sea’s rolling swell:
She will love you and leave you in spite of your cries.

The nightingale sings in the shadows, then flies
To a place we know not, and without a farewell,
So beware of the girl with the orient eyes:

Her smile beguiles the hearts of the wise,
And her song an enthralling, insoluble spell;
She will love you and leave you in spite of your cries.

Her voice will incite you, but the lover who tries
To catch her will find that his life is now hell,
So beware of the girl with the orient eyes:

You cannot attain her, this perilous prize,
She raptures your soul and leaves you a shell;
She will love you and leave you in spite of your cries.

You will seek her and hope with the futile surmise
That she can be won, though the truth I know well:
She has loved me and left me in spite of my cries;
So beware of the girl with the orient eyes.

Too Late (2013)

I wonder if, one day, when you are old
And drowsing in the twilight by the fire,
Your thoughts will turn to times now dead and cold,
Though once they blazed with passion and desire.

I wonder if your thoughts will turn to me,
The songs you wrote, the secret thoughts you kept,
The whispers from your heart of what could be
That came in the darkness, silent as you slept.

I wonder if a part of you still dreams,
Here in the twilight, to whom you would belong,
If waters had flowed by slightly different streams
And with their music carried you along.

I wonder, yes, I wonder every day
At why I came too late to make you stay.