In Life, In Love, In Sorrow

You

Steve — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 10:18:45 +0000

I almost told you, about you,
that you found someone new,
but it’s you.

An ear to listen, friend to care,
happy, sad,
you’re there.

I know your ways, favorite things,
can make you laugh,
or sing.

We’ve had our walks, our run,
different paths,
have begun.

Memories drift, time takes its toll,
goodbye,
won’t console.

Flinch of regret, little is known,
smiles are false,
and alone.

Not like before, life’s open door,
won’t stand in your way,
anymore.

I almost told you about you,
no reason to,
you knew.

Stephen E. Gibson

Tower

Steve — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 22:45:31 +0000

Rises from the ash and dust
built from trees, steel and rust
rising from the ground below
gives view of all, both high and low.

A place of power, the reign of men
one will climb, though fall again
from distant lands, throughout the age
people come, with awe with rage.

To be the next to stand atop
for mercy none, will they stop
the drive for wealth, ever more
to reach the sky, as those before.

Stephen E. Gibson

Pieces

Steve — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 07:21:50 +0000

Scattered once, all around
pick me up, can’t be found
left alone, in the dust
broken dreams, broken trust

Friends are lost, along the way
another night, another day
people watch, love and laugh
nothing’s found, nothing lasts

Hope is gone, it pools despair
look for light, nothing’s there
truth falls back, it’s make believe
those who lead, will all deceive

Evening fades, it takes along
the day’s events, its rights its wrongs
left behind, another day
pieces lost, to yesterday

Stephen E. Gibson

Storm

Steve — Sun, 07 Jun 2009 05:29:49 +0000

Beginning in the distance,
as it makes it’s slow advance,
dark gray clouds will gather,
and fill the sky’s expanse.

Birds will take to shelter,
squirrels go in a tree,
whirling winds will blow,
as far as one can see.

The sky lights up with with sparks,
and thunder sounds its roar,
the land grows deep and dark,
as the rain begins to pour.

The storm leaves all things clean,
and water for bird and man,
it’s life for you and me,
and terror throughout the land.

Stephen E. Gibson

Flower

Steve — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 05:42:27 +0000

You were the only flower,
amidst my life’s bouquet,
I always will remember,
the one I’d like to stay.

Familiar as a friend,
comfortable and caring too,
we danced so many times,
your beauty was always new.

Though others found a place,
or stopped along the way,
there’s nothing left to hold,
they’re lost to yesterday.

Why it took us so long,
to find each other when,
you were always close by me,
as I’d see you once again.

You were the only flower,
the one I’d never leave,
the only one to know me,
as our threads of life will weave.

Stephen E. Gibson

Rain

Steve — Wed, 27 May 2009 07:44:53 +0000

Falls like pearls,
drops with pain,
brings life to all,
to all things sustain.

Renews the old,
washes the young,
nectar of life,
makes rivers run.

Fills the oceans,
lakes and ponds,
makes all things grow,
cities built upon.

Brings down mountains,
and all terrain,
all the world,
can not contain.

But makes faces glum,
spirits sink,
though rain we need,
it’s presence stinks.

Though the world around,
depends upon,
I’m happiest when,
the rain is gone.

Stephen E. Gibson

Words

Steve — Mon, 25 May 2009 08:16:33 +0000

Hard to find,
tough to say,
have in mind,
to stall, delay.

Thoughts are clear,
plain in sight,
tip of tongue,
for fear, for fright.

Practice mirrors,
planned ahead,
on your marks,
nothing’s said.

Silence stares,
can not express,
more is heard,
when words are less.

Stephen E. Gibson

Gather

Steve — Thu, 21 May 2009 00:31:17 +0000

Like a collection of favorite ornaments,
or precious jewels within a case.
Like the feathers of a peacock,
or the smiles on a face

Like the memories of yesterday
and the cool air at early dawn
like the greeting of the sun
or the dew upon the lawn

Like the rowdy noise of children
and arms with love extends
like the comfort of one’s home
is the gathering of friends

Stephen E. Gibson

Beautiful

Steve — Fri, 15 May 2009 20:40:42 +0000

You were always beautiful, the one I must forget
Dancing in the city, wanting glances you’d beget

I didn’t mean to know you, or let things go so far
It was never going to work, we’re both the way we are

Though loneliness deceives, wearing down the strong
Nights drift endlessly, into another’s arms we long

You were always beautiful, though our time has come and gone
We’ll walk out separate ways, until love we chance upon

Stephen E. Gibson

Sailing Ships

Steve — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 06:09:12 +0000

Time seems to be so short
yet I wait patiently here
in the dock of my journey.
Anticipation rises
and the morning sun dawns
for the last time in this belated era
of my life.
All sails are mended
and the ship’s hull is nearly patched
and ready to set sail.
The boat leaves the dock
all ropes are cut
and it sails again
anxious and brave
knowing that calm waters
aren’t the only thing in store for it.
In a picturesque moment, everything is frozen
the water, the few birds soaring from here to there
the dog left barking on the pier.
A baker opens his store just like any other day
getting the flour and kneading the dough.
And the boat is well on its way
just out of port
with an idea of a course laid out
with adventure leading the way.
Ahoy Captain, All sails are full!

Stephen E. Gibson