Thursday, October 16, 2014

The simple heart

Why, oh, why, do lovers sleep
between the sheets of sheer deceit
and twist them till no longer like
the dictates of an honest mind?

It takes a time to disengage
from this indeed unholy cage
that holds with such disarming charm
as if not doing any harm.

But harm is done to one ensnared
and who indeed quite unprepared
for evil’s artful acts and deeds
that cause the heart to bleed.

But heart, oh, heart, the simple heart
grows to become a thing apart
and flies up to the clouds on high
where honesty a state of mind. 

And there it lives safe and sound
protected from the maddening crowd
and where indeed it smiles relief
at its escape from grief.

The simple heart; yes, it flies
beyond the reach of evil’s ire!

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

That gypsy now

No longer free that gypsy now
reclines beneath a willow tree
wondering as gypsies do
what next is meant to be.

But time has stolen youth and more
and left the soul to wither, die
without the firm implant of love
that keeps rapture alive.

So the gypsy looks around/about
and can see where blessings hide
waiting, waiting, waiting,
for the opening of mind.

And the time is right when gypsies know
what’s here is meant to stay
and she will clear away the brush
and chase the clouds away.

Then sky will be the clearest blue
the trees won’t bend and dip
and all beneath their canopies
will maintain their earthly grip.

Beneath the trees or not,
tall, straight, upright, or not
blessings come from anywhere
and joy found everywhere
if we but stop, listen, feel,
and open mind to see!