Solitude

The fresh spring rain has subsided,

     leaving a heavy fog hanging
 in the early morning air. The only

     hint of life nearby is the sound of

birds singing outside my window.

 

My heart is as heavy as the

     smothering fog because I have

     awakened to the realization that

 your pillow has not been slept on.

 

Our once deep love has diminished

     like the rain; a simple

     misunderstanding developed

into a quarrel, created hostility and

     finally surrendered to indifference.

 

Now you are gone and my life is as

     empty as the six a.m. streets. 
 I have only the sweet smell of spring
     rain, the music of singing birds, and

 lovely memories.

                                 ~ pth

 

Be Gone Sweet Youth!

Be gone, sweet youth

I do not care that you are waning now,

Nor will I whine and beg you stay –

Who needs you anyhow?

Be gone, sweet childhood days of yore

When care was far away,

Even if you could,

I would not beg you stay.

Away, sweet adolescent years

Of discovering love and pain

Even if I wanted to,

I can’t see you again.

Be gone, young wedded years

Of plans and hopes and dreams;

I can’t recall your good points

My memory fails, it seems.

I sampled your sweet offerings

Laughed and loved and cried

But when I felt secure in life,

Then you just up and died!

So, be gone, sweet youth

Take with you all your vows;

I will not whine and beg you stay

Who needs you anyhow?

                                  ~PTH

Do Not Speak To Me Of Love

Do not speak to me of love

It would only bring me pain,

It’s true I’ve been in love before,

But shall not love again.

I used to think ‘twas love that made

The world go spinning ‘round,
But now I know that true love
Can’t possibly be found.

I gave my heart to one who vowed
He’d always be around,
Then one day he left me and my world
Came crashing down.

So, to speak to me of love my friend
Would truly be absurd;
For me, love has no meaning,
It’s just another word!
                                ~pth

The Uninvited

Loneliness is a cold, steel blade

Cutting at the heart..

Not swiftly, so as to ease the pain,

But with a cruel slowness.

Creeping in uninvited

While the sun sleeps and the silence

   is deafening

It tortures the soul and refuses to
   stop

Until it is dipped once again...

Into the searing hot fires of love!

                                

Comes The Dawn

I can't take credit for writing this one. Wish I could. I've carried it around for years, but haven't a clue who wrote it.  If anyone knows, please share it with me.

                                ~~~

After a while you learn the subtle difference

Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean nothing

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 held high 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 good-bye, you learn.

Do You Ever

Do you ever think about me

When you’re down and feeling blue?

Do you remember little things

I used to say and do?

Do you ever see my face in the

Mirror of your mind,

When life is quite disturbing

And no comfort you can find?

When you’re weary at day’s end

And lonely not by choice,

Do you sometimes speak about me;

Do you think you hear my voice?

Do you reach to touch my hand

Knowing that I’ll understand

What it is you’re going through

And be there just for you?

If at times you think about me,

See me, hear me, touch me, too,

Then you must understand, my love

I’m still a part of you!

                                         ~PTH

Jonathan

I knew him only as a friend

To say ‘twas more, I’d just pretend

And yet, who knows what might have been

I loved him only as friends do

I’m sure that’s how he loved me, too

Now who can prove that that’s not true?

So near and yet so far were we

As close as we could ever be

For I was thirty-nine, you see

And twenty-five was he.

I hoped that it would never die

This friendship we had, he and I

But then it did ~ Oh how I cried!

Could this have been a friendship

Of a different kind

If my age were his and his were mine?

Might we have been true lovers

At another time

If I’d been only twenty-five

And he’d been thirty-nine?
                    ~pth