For My Love

Scatter roses for my love
And sing the mourning songs
Close the curtains,
Wear dark clothes,
Sound the funeral gong.

Call the rain down for my love
And pack the sun away
Stop the music,
Cease all smiles,
We will not laugh today.

Shed a tear now for my love
And keep her mem’ry clear
Recall fondly,
Dream of her,
And keep her oh so near.

Her Delight

I had a brief visit from my muse tonight, and she’s left me this little piece. It’s somewhat abstract, and yet again I don’t think I’ve captured the images she attempted to convey, but I hope you like it.

She paints the roses, not for love,
But for the very reason that
The colors scattered here about
Are not to her delight.

She warms the rain drops, as they fall,
And for the very reason that
A shower in a cooling fall
Is not to her delight.

She parts the clouds in thundered sky,
Just for the very reason that
The sunlight gone from silken skin
Is not to her delight.

She paints the river, not for art,
But for the very reason that
The water flowing far away
Is not to her delight.

She takes the world, all for her own
And for the very reason that
She’ll keep it hidden in her heart
Just for her own delight.

When It Comes For You

I have written a poem before called “When It Comes” and it does have the feel of a similar idea. But this one came to me this evening, and although the title and the feeling is similar to the other one, I’d still class this as original. I hope you like it.

It could arrive in poetry,
With words of dancing prose;
Pictures conjured with such words
From whence nobody knows;
But you will know the truth of it
When it comes for you.

It could be heard in music sweet,
The calling songs of old;
Such imagery so brought to bear
With symphonies of gold;
But you will hear the heart of it
When it comes for you.

It could be seen through artists eye,
With inks and oils arrayed;
A canvas used as widow clear
To view the world displayed;
But in such art you’ll see its soul
When it comes for you.

It could by nature be revealed,
In falling sunlights beam;
To set aglow like honeyed fire
And cause a precious gleam;
But in such light you’ll feel this love
When it comes for you.

So don’t refuse or turn away,
Embrace this precious chance;
Be not afraid to free your heart
And give it reign to dance;
For love will nurture, fill and bless
When it comes for you.