His home was an ancient memoir hidden in woodsy splendor
A history of fabled lineage residing in the stone and wood
The house had seen love bloom and fade like the summer garden
In the autumn the leaves sang to him of his magical childhood
August 2010
METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING
She lived in a room in the attic
Behind curtains under the eaves
She wrote what she saw out her window
Her words framed by clouds and by trees
Her tears she described as warm torrential rain
Her laughter the sun after a cold winters freeze
Like autumn leaves I fell into your arms
In a park in Paris neath the October breeze
Like a wide-eyed child I fell for your charms
Sitting on a bench neath the golden beech trees
Among peaks carved from dawn
Among meadows bloomed from spring
The ancient mountains know the answer
Love and life are sun and moon
Earth and sea are night and day
Your eyes the color of azure blue
I swim in them when I look at you
Your hair the color of shining gold
Keeping me warm whenever we hold
Melt away my sorrows melt away my pain
Let us walk together down a rose gilded lane
In her home she felt like a tourist
So she ran to the mossy forever forest
Hoping to find solace among the green
Living in shadows alone and unseen
Looming in the woods in the darkest part
A house haunted in a gloomy ravine
Something lived there in a world apart
Shadows at dusk were all that was seen
In a garden on the edge of a dark forest
Flowered faces smile at the dawning blue
In a forest on the edge of a sunny garden
Leafy faces smile at the brightened dew
In a cottage on the edge of a garden wood
Delighted faces smile reflecting me and you
I need to go to a wild place
To hear my thoughts go still
I need to find the muse and grace
To take up pen and quill
I need to marry fire and ice
To let my spirit heal
My eyes are drawn to dusk and blue
My heart yearns to sail there too
My visions awaken in the starry light
My soul soars free and takes flight
Each day she sunsets among the amber breakers
Listening to Neptunes melodies in abandoned shells
The sun caresses her face seeming to love and adore her
Illuminating her, enveloping her in a golden magic spell
He’d finally come to realize
Beauty that attracted his eye
Could hide the depth of danger
That lurked beneath the surface
Her lips like a dew dropped rose
Tasted of the fountain of life
Her eyes like blue brightened diamonds
Reflected of the passion of lust
Her sighs like open petaled blooms
Whispered of the symphony of love
She imagined herself a weeping willow
Crying the tears of the sun
She imagined herself a shooting star
Falling into blackness of night
She imagined herself a fast-flowing river
Her agony silent but deep
