Pegasus

 

Oh pegasus, pegasus, where can you be? 
 Why did you fly away from me?  
With coal black eyes, that shine so bright, 
And feathered wings for graceful flight..
Up in the sky, so clear and blue,
I've always had a love for you..
In childhood dreams you always came,
You soothed my soul with your silken mane,
Your wings so soft beneath my hands,
We'd fly away to distant lands.
Among the clouds we both would soar,
I thought you were mine forevermore..
But the day came when you took to flight,
I'd search in my dreams for you each night.
But I could never find my friend,
My childhood dreams came to an end...
The mythical creatures that once flew free,
Finally flew away from me.
Oh pegasus, pegasus, where can you be?
Why did you fly away from me?

 

©2002 Caroline R Harmke

What If

What if God came unto you
And whispererd you alone,
Said "My child the time is near"
"For me to take you home"?

What if angels came your way,
And wiped away your tears?
Took you gently by the hand,
And brought you back through years..

What if all those years you saw,
Made you feel quite sad?
Would you want to take them back?
As if they were never had?

What if you could take them back,
Start all over, a life brand new,
Would you try to do it right,
Like you thought that you should do?

Well as you know, that can not be,
We can't go back through time..
To right the wrongs, that we have done..
Or fix our hearts, so blind..

So take the time that you have left,
Be gentle, kind and true..
Just try to do the best you can,
Before your time is through.

When your time has finally come,
He'll offer you his hand.
Gently leading you all the way,
And in his light you'll stand.

Circling My Head: Plucked Them Right Out Of My Head

Circling My Head: Plucked Them Right Out Of My Head

Comes The Dawn

I did not write this, but have always loved it, since the day it was sent to me.  

Comes The Dawn

Author: Veronica A. Shoffstall

After a while you learn the subtle difference

Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning 

And company doesn’t mean security,

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts

And presents aren’t promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats

With your head up and your eyes open

With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today,

Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,

And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn

That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,

Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure...

That you really are strong,

And you really do have worth.

And you learn and learn...

With every goodbye you learn.

Sandcastles

Sandcastles

 

Sandcastles made by little hands,
Ever digging in the sand,
Images that childhood brings,
The Pegasus with feathered wings.

 

Skies of bluesilk,
Red Garnet Sea,
Blue Water wrapped,
Round you and me.

 

And at days end,
The tide comes in.
Sandcastles gone,
As night begins..

 

But morning comes,
Begin the day.
When little children,
Come to play.

 

They build their castles,
In the sand.
So lovingly,
With little hands.

What should it be?

I have never been able to title this poem.  Any suggestions?

There was a dream that came to me,
With golden stars in clear black skies,
And angelfish in sapphire seas.
The bright moon shining in their eyes.

 

Tidal pools with little crabs,
Ever silent in their quest,
White tigers running wild and free,
Stopping now and then to rest.

 

The sun was rising in the bay,
Reflections dancing on the shore.
I heard a soft voice gently say,
I'll be with you, forevermore.

 

I turned to see, from where it came,
This gentle voice within my ear,
And as I did, it called  my name..
I saw my angel sitting there.

 

It did not have that classic glow,
Of golden angels we long to meet,
Eyes bright as gems, hair white as snow,
With ragged clothes and calloused feet.

 

It  must have stood about four feet tall,
This little white haired entity,
As I looked at it  in awe,
It  suddenly smiled up at me.

 

A smile that warmed me deep inside,
I felt it entering my heart..
As I awakened from my dream I cried,
For fear that it would soon depart.

 

But then I realized the truth,
Of what was really meant to be.
This angel that I dreamed about,
Would always be right there with me.

You know, sometimes you meet people who really have an impact on your life.  I've had the opportunity to meet and love some very special people who have changed my life forever.  Unfortunately, they all have had one thing in common..A very dark demon called cancer.  This past year, I've lost two of those who touched not only my life, but my heart..And have met the most amazing woman who will be forever in my heart and thoughts.  

She is the daughter of one of those that lost his life to the demon this year, and amazingly, she too has cancer. Terminal, yes, but a living, breathing, feeling person.  Terminal means the disease will win, not that one is already dead.  She is articulate, fascinating, emotional, intelligent, and I am so honored to call her and her family MY extended family.  

Renee is my inspiration.  She has a blog on here called Circling My Head that is absolutely amazing and very frank about her own battle with Inflamatory Breast Cancer (IBC) and she's helped me become so strong!  I love you, Renee!  This is for you and Henri and Joseph too.

Dark Dreams

Dreams of dark forboding beasts,
Running thru my mind,
Crawling deep within my soul,
My spirit yet to find..

I crouch and hide within myself,
Afraid of what will come..
The shadows overcomming me,
I try to flee and run.

But there is nowhere I can go,
That I can not be found.
My spirit slowly turns to see,
Another tear fall down.

A tear for loss, and one for pain,
And one for selfishness..
To have to say goodbye again,
For those that I will miss.

But I will fight this darkened beast,
Until my days are done.
Along beside my sweet dear friends,
Although they may be gone.

And I will do my best to win,
The war they couldn't fight.
I'll kick and scream, claw and punch,
To fill that beast with fright.

I'll chase him into the unknown,
No mercy will there be.
And only when hes dead and gone,
I will finally be free.