3 Ballads

^ Autumn 2013.

Come what may:

My face, it may change with time.

But this heart of mine, it will remain true-

To the one and only, you.

Sweet ballads and chamber tunes,

Wrap me in low tones, to match this lone mood-

As my heart is caged by bones.

Whoever goes through life fast, lives on tomorrow;

Ever last.

It’s plain, as to why I grieve.

My hearts on my sleeve, it is a tattoo-

Echoing my love for you.

Joyous sun be swept by rain,

And reign over me, flood earth, as my tears-

Stream; blurring all that I see. . . 

Whoever lives in the past, lies down in sorrow;

Ever last.

Ode to denial:

-I see you stand beside me,

From the corner of my eye;

How I wish I could not see!

-So close that we nearly touch,

And yet so far away, I-

Feel nothing and yet so much;

-I can’t help but feel this way,

That I am yours to deny;

A toy that never sees play.

-An angel with wings of gold,

Broken; unable to fly. . .

Falling, with nothing to hold.

The world at whole:

If this world was intended for two,

Then, I shall reserve this seat for you.

And, should it prefer to disagree,

I shall still reserve a place for thee.

Oh, ‘tis thou presence which vacates my soul. . .

Instilling the fear of lacking control. . .

Peel away the layers of this clay,

Behold, an alter of gold inside.

Witness, for it marks where you can’t stay;

A remnant, forever, by my side.

Oh, ‘tis the absence of thy vibrant soul. . . 

Which has stained my sight of the world at whole. . . 

A loyal dog:

Here we are, church bells ringing,

Midnight Summer Dream’s playing;

every songbird singing.

Now, I watch our daughter walk,

The aisle with flowers in hand,

While our Rabbi waits to talk.

Here you come, in veil of white,

Coming, my way as a dream;

With your eyes shining so bright.

Silence rabbi, let me speak!

And, you woman hear my vows!

Are they not the words you seek?

You, and only you my wife,

I shall give half of my heart;

share the rest of my life.

And I give, my imperfection,

Make you my one attention,

And give all my affection.

Now it comes, to ‘Yes, we do’

The most memorable kiss,

And a subtle: ‘I love you‘

Finally love, we are one!

So, let us find peace because

Our life has now - just begun.

White Oleander:

Little seed, I watch you grow.

You’ve blossomed without blemish.

Your petals as white as snow.

Oh, such joy is spring season,

The morning dew, new colors;

That give my life a reason.

I live for you and I’ll give to you:

My name, my love- and all that I own.

Flesh of my flesh, and blood of my blood;

Your name, your love- my own hands have sewn.

My dear, White Oleander: You shall never be alone.

Little child, I love you so.

You’re my coveted treasure.

And the only truth I know.

June, a remnant of beauty,

A polished stone to guard;

That is my solemn duty.

I live for you, I’ll give up for you:

My fame, my lust- for all that shines like gold. 

Flesh of my Flesh, my blood, sweat, and tears. . .

My fame, my lust- I’ll break their iron mold.

My dear, little Leandra: I will carve this oath in stone!

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