There is a song.

A song whose words have not yet formed.

But this song knows its melody

and has picked the perfect key

to set the stage for wonderful music.

And dancing.

And perhaps romancing as the notes

spray across the stage in a display

of awe and wonder.

There is a song.

A song that's been silent

for a thousand years.

But when one hears the beauty of the words

and feels the passion that soars

through the universe

crying out your name,

it will be a song for the angels to proclaim

as one made for the heavens.

A song magnificent.

A song incredible.

A song heard in the wind

and seen in the stars.

One with feelings as deep as the sea.

For you... a song from me.

(c) PAPoetGuy 1999

Willow Tree
I would plant you a Willow tree
if that would please you.
And though it may be small
it would grow tall with time,
for time is abundant and free.
You could sit for hours
among flowers of your choosing
and write me long letters.
What better place to dream of love
than neath the swaying branches
through which the sun would sparkle like diamonds, and every girl knows diamonds are forever.

I would plant a Willow tree
just to see you smile.
And while, perhaps, I could not stay,
my thoughts shall remain and would not stray
and the tree shall never leave.
Steadfast and strong, it will last
long beyond our time here.
I would plant a Willow tree
under which you can sit and watch it grow.

And if you choose that I not go
we can watch it grow together.
We can tell our stories.....
Our histories can mingle with its roots.
Our secrets will be hidden in the leaves.
Our future will reach for the skies.
I would plant you a willow tree,
if only you would ask.

(c) PAPoetGuy 1999

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and so it is



and so it is that our paths have crossed.

words greeting words,

a meeting of the minds if you will.

where kind thoughts are met by open arms

and unlikely dreams dance long into the night,

wondering what the morning might bring.

curious meteors circling dangerously close.

from two different worlds spawned by a similar soul,

reaching out to that which draws us near....

this is where truths may dwell.



and so it is that we've touched each other.

friends or lovers, it doesn't matter

when we're rejoicing in matters of the heart.

tender hearts made strong by time.

eager to test their mettle and spread our wings,

soaring into the clouds to which we cling,

knowing much may slip silently through our grasp.

that which lasts is what we've sought

on our journey through life....

our treasure, our holy grail.



and so it is that our eyes are filled with simple fear.

the argument can not be won.

a hundred years would not give us ample time

to explore all there is to explore.

more than to share a path we cannot ask,

nor can we expect to not look back

at those who would restrain us, and pause.

but we needn't slay the dream that lives

in the comfort of our minds....

a safe haven for our friendship and love.
(c) PAPoetGuy 1999

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A Poem for Dream I see you sitting in a bed of flowers, placing your faith in the wisdom of a daisy, trembling as the last petal falls. I see you amidst teddy bears and blue skies, tickling the clouds as you fly by on your carpet made of magic songs and heartfelt poems you've stolen off your bedroom walls. And in those quiet moments in your private place you embrace each word of would-be-lovers who lay their souls upon satin pillows at your door then wait behind the hedgerow, just out of view, hoping for a glimpse of you peering out a window into the darkness where they mingle about with pen and paper in their hands scribbling devout promises of love anew.... when all the while you continue to dream the dreams of your childhood. (c) PAPoetGuy 1999

<Brick The door creaks open another inch to the soul of my friend the poet. another brick drops to the ground from the wall she's built and she knows it makes her vulnerable... an easy mark perhaps. but nonetheless she's softening, she's throwing off the wraps that have protected her from love's oft stinging pain. she's begun to part the curtain that may allow love again. she's shared with me a side quite new... so warm, so soft, so pure. a side that glows... that radiates a love so strong I'm sure that within her heart a cry wants to be heard. once muffled, quelled, silenced, it yearns to be disturbed from it's sleep to spring to life, to shout to all around... the door creaks open another inch, a brick drops to the ground (c) PAPoetGuy 1999

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Walls These walls we speak of.... built , tumbled , built over the years, whose mortar, made from all the tears we've shed, cannot withstand the end to solitude that we have claimed. With each block we've found a need to place, we digest despair as we embrace the loneliness we seek, but in our hearts we feel the great disdain that comes from our toils to keep intact the wall we've built and we seal a pact with ourselves swearing that the wall shall not become felled once more. But the tears that fall still do not differ and the mortar we make is no more stiffer than it was in the past and try as we may we can not shore it up. And in disbelief we watch it wear away despite our grit. Someone always manages to find a way to chip away and chip away and chip away until the wall comes falling to the ground. The repairs complete, the wall stands higher, we take retreat and we're inspired to find joy in an otherwise joyless realm devoid of tender sound. And in this place that we've sought our peace we secretly hope that it may be breached for we never really want to be alone. So with every block we place with care our hearts still pray a hopeful prayer that we'll still find the love that we've always known is waiting beyond the wall. (c) PAPoetGuy 1999

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The Miracle of Love



Remember when we were young

and could fall in love with a smile?

When just a look could make us swoon,

knowing all the while that love could bloom

at a moment's notice and the loving game

would begin again.



Remember how a touch could thrill?

The smallest little kiss would fill us

with sonnets and songs and wonderful dreams

where everyone and everything seemed

oh so perfect; where forever and a day

was just a sigh away.



We'd love once, twice, thrice and more,

leaving the arms that we once swore

would hold us till the end of time

when another's eyes did shine in our heart

and we would start anew....

You know what we used to do.



Oh the joy when we found the one

with whom forever sacred vows were done

and eternity would not give us the time we'd need

to begin to live the life we'd lead

together down a path of gold....

you know... till we'd get real old!



What the hell happened then?

Upon which road did there appear a bend

that took us into the badlands?

Where we lost the grip of the hand

that would never let go?

We shrug for we don't know.



And didn't our heart turn to stone

when we weren't paying attention?

Even while we were looking ahead,

believing that maybe instead

of the one we had perhaps someone else

would be glad to have us.



Now we look down into the cavernous void

where our heart used to be.

What cold chilling thing dwells there?

What hell do we bear that won't allow us to sing

the songs we used to sing?

And we wonder.



We wonder and we pray and we cry

into our pillows when we're alone.

Remembering every star that's ever shone,

upon which we made our simple wishes.

And wish we will, believing still

in the miracle of love.

(c) PAPoetGuy 1999

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You

you are nestled in my thoughts

as you would be in my arms....

where I might count your smiles

one by one,

and kiss away your lonely tears.

you fit quite well

in this space I've made

where I would keep you

if I were able

to chase away the fears

that you have harbored over time.

and in this place

you may feel comfort....

you might feel at home....

and awhile can last forever.

you are welcome in my dreams

as you would be in my life

where we might count the good times

one by one....

one by one together.

(c) PAPoetGuy 1999

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Stars

Billions of stars

freckle the heavens

but one, just one, bears your name.

It shines and glows

and lights up the universe

spewing its awesome flame.

Were I a god such as Zeus

I would reach out and claim

this gift of the skies as my own.

this wonderful spectacle

this treasure of infinity

the most precious thing ever known.

Upon close inspection

one amazingly finds

this star tis not a star at all

But held in your hand

is a diamond so grand

one, the heart to enthrall.

Study the gem

place close to the eye

and drink in the beauty that's there.

look at each facet

without skipping a one

and feel it your mind ensnare.

Turn it about

inside and out

hold it any which way.

regardless the angle

the loft or the light

Its beauty will never stray.

I've grasped this star

this gem of the galaxy

and each facet I see is new.

the wild, the funny,

the caring, the loving,

each one a special part of you.

(c) PAPoetGuy 1999

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Eyes my soul is rendered still by your eyes.... watching me.... wondering what tales I might offer as revelations to lure you my way. "What might he say?" is being whispered by your unmoving lips through which slip faint cries that can be heard if one listens closely. and closely I do, as I stand in various places in my room.... looking at your face upon my screen, trying to recall where I've seen this vision before. perhaps never.... perhaps always. (c) PAPoetGuy 1999

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My Thoughts Still Turn to You


My thoughts still turn to you

midst all the din wed with clamor,

the countless words by which I am encumbered,

yet through the faceless crowd

I see you standing.....

Still......

alone but for the hands surrounding,

reaching, touching, hoping for a piece to call their own

while I watch you from afar.

For beyond that first gasp of joy... the sigh

when upon your face my eyes did light,

I treasure now that which hides deep within your breast.....

That which lies dormant, though not by choice

while you wait for breath to be given to the ember there.....

and quietly I stand just out of view.....

and my thoughts still turn to you

while you would open up your arms

and place your heart upon the table

for some to sample and all to stare

and smile politely, never understanding your tears.....

as I do in this place that is without your love.

But it is still a place in which I shall dwell ......

a place above the maddening legions that tell

you that they love you.....knowing all the while

that such words is music to your ears.....

and smile you will at the gifts they lay at your feet

professing that all they offer is true.....

and remember that my thoughts still turn to you.

(c) PAPoetGuy 1999

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Ship This ship you're on, having sailed from centuries ago... now bound for always, rising and falling on each new crest, filled with tales and rich adventures... capturing breezes from the east, then westward courses bring you hither into the lands of tomorrow where waits my hand, empty now but for thoughts of you. Let us sail upon courses uncharted. Let's discover if what we've started might take us somewhere special where sunsets and sunrises shall seem like one. Where music never ends and our souls can dance naked on pristine beaches, till we know all there is to know. Let us be each other's wind taking our hearts to far off lands... our hands both helping to guide our journey... a journey that shall never end. (c) PAPoetGuy 1999

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WALLS OF MIRRORS in a maze of mirrors we find ourselves wandering aimlessly about. one second facing towards each other then suddenly running out and slamming into walls unseen, wincing at the pain feeling the bruise rubbing the bump slowly we turn again to see the other reaching out and reaching in return, our souls touch gently through the glass we pause we think we learn a little more each time we meet and then we journey on to find another corridor a path to which we're drawn, and without warning we see each other standing face to face. almost meeting almost touching but the walls block our embrace and we fumble and stutter and lose our thoughts of what to do or say, so we turn and look for another hall down which we make our way still seeing glimpses of each other passing by so near, simultaneously touching the glass that represents our fear.... that keeps our distance that keeps us safe that protects our hearts perhaps from the hurt and the tears and the dreadful pain should the walls collapse and we find that they violently shatter and not just fade away, and we're cut and bleed from the thousand shards, so we close our eyes and pray that the walls of mirrors in the maze remain sturdy strong and stout, and we carefully continue the sojourn, our quest till both of us are out and free from the walls that tend to encumber two hearts that seek to meet, and relish the perfection of our union when our journey is complete. (c) PAPoetGuy 1999

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DREAMS


I know your dreams.

Little girl dreams

of handsome princes

and far away places

to which he'll take you

upon his steed.

Dreams of magic

and secret places

where all is perfect,

perfect indeed,

in a land of beauty

with puffy clouds

and gentle rains...

songs at midnight

and dances at dawn.

A place with blue clouds

and warm gulf winds

to gently lift you

and take you beyond

the fences and walls

you've built around you.

The ones most men

would not scale.

The walls of stone

made cold by others

who in their cowardice

took your frail heart

and tossed it at your feet

when the clock struck twelve.

I know your dreams.

Dreams of forever

and only tomorrows,

where yesterdays go

safely into a drawer,

tied up with bows.

Dreams of incense,

late candlelit dinners

and endless gazing

into another's eyes

until you know

everything about him.

And you feel him

in your hungry soul.

Where time is endless

and love echoes

through all eternity.

I know your dreams.

(c) PAPoetGuy 1999

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The Gift The paper all torn and the ribbons gone, the family off to play with their finds, behind the tree remains one gift, this gift for you is mine. It was never noticed among the rest though it was there for all to see. It's one that you might cherish best because it's a gift for you, from me. It's really a gift that anyone might give if they knew the things I know. But give it they don't so at times you weep, let's start by taking off the bow. The bow is a color that shines in your eyes, and is new and crisp and bright. It is fragile, though, as is your heart, so hold it tender and light. The paper is next with colors that differ when you hold it this way or that. It reflects your feelings, your moods, your wishes, it can make you feel naughty or chaste. Open it slowly, be careful, don't tear, for this paper is paper to save. Fold it, caress it, hold it close to your heart where it's love you will want to enslave. The box, how perfect, how surely precious, so unlike any other you've known. It was made by the hands of your newfound friend as he sat by himself in his room. Inside there is tissue, brilliant tissue, pink and yellow and blue. Hurry now, like a little girl, to see what's inside for you. You smile and you tremble and shiver so when you see there is nothing there.... but look closer my Lady, much closer still, and you will see it is something quite rare. It is the very treasure you've always wanted but just couldn't find the key. But now it is yours, a loving friendship, a special gift from me. (c) PAPoetGuy 1999

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This Place in Time



Partners of the soul...

Heretofore unknown...

We have drifted to this place in time.

This space of mine...and yours,

now touched by rays of hope

where hope had rarely dared to dwell.

Where our hearts once fell prey

to those who would hurt us,

so hence we chose to hide.

Our wide-eyed innocence

growing more jaded with every sunrise.

Persuaded by our pragmatism

to accept that which had become.

That which had numbed our senses

and turned our eyes from the light

that once shone in our heart

Making us children of the night...

compelling us to part from the path

we had once traveled,

the one filled with smiles and warmth

and open arms.

The one where honesty and charm brought a glow to our face

and we willingly offered our souls to a waiting lover.

Until we discovered the heartbreak of loneliness.

And to this place it has brought us...

perhaps less of a person than we once were...

but nevertheless quite sure that hope does exist.

With every thought of a simple kiss

or a tender touch we are compelled to look ahead,

embracing tomorrow instead of yesterday

and reveling in the possibilities of this place in time.

(c) PAPoetGuy 1999

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