The Poetry Den

The empty space an ocean's breath  Has took my breath away Flowing on the pulsing tides Beneath, the secrets lay I catch the wind, I hold it tight This whispered serenade Do I let it go the way of mist To a future yet unmade My canvas stretched to sun and storm The mercy of the seas The lightning drop out of the blue Turns chase to purge the breeze Of hope and love and all joy brings A fleeting pictured dream The clear blue skies, the water's shine Can stillness split the seam I sail beyond the chaos rain Searching for my guide For next must come the warming ray Unless the heavens lied Above beyond my sails pull on Reaching there at last A single star just out of reach Past the fingers of my mast

 Tomorrow  Tomorrow's come and gone again, the sky's still painted blue The fading light has found my eyes still filled with tears for you I wish so much that you had stayed, and not have gone away There is so much that's left undone, still so much to say I know that you are happy now, you're in a better place But what is there I wouldn't give, to once more see your face Tomorrow's come and gone again, yet I still don't understand How is this just, how is this fair, is this really a kind hand   For as you left with no goodbye, you may have failed to see How painful your departure was, how much it still hurts me And although you've gone and passed us by, you did not leave alone You took along a piece of me, and filled my heart with stone   Tomorrow's come and gone again, and still I miss you so And if you could hear the words I say, I'd want for you to know That all the tears I've cried for you, all the emptiness and pain Just goes to show the...

  Miracles They say that you collect the tears That wash my face at night They say that you record the thoughts That claim all will be alright They say that you can break the stones That weigh upon my heart   They say that you can be the glue That holds the splitting parts But I’m the one who listens still To angels in their song Believing that you hear my voice As I dare to sing along Cuz I’m the one that battles on Refusing to agree     That miracles are only kept For the splitting of the sea Each breath and step I bravely take Are miracles to me Each smile that I give or get A miracle set free And if I can I’ll hold your hand A miracle I’ll touch And maybe then I’ll see the why And it will be enough  

      Dreams If dreams like snowflakes softly fell Or flowed like spring from unknown dells And rustled in the twilight’s breeze Or fluttered low beneath the trees And gently sung a lullaby As stars peeked out from windows high For the dreams that fall as snowflakes do Have kissed the weary lucky few And now they slumber in a trance And journey through the lost expanse But save the chosen kindred few That watch the heavens fade from view For the hushed and restless now behold With envy as the dawn takes hold

My Garden Come to my garden, my sister my bride Follow me there with your eyes open wide For there are the flowers of yellow and blue The tapestry painted a glorious hue A place to delight in, to claim as my own A place to reveal my terrestrial throne A place for my queen to revel and dance A place to call home if given the chance I've come to your garden my husband my groom I've seen all the flowers in glorious bloom I'll turn this ambrosial site to a home That your majesty's presence no longer shall roam A place to delight in, I’ll transform the view A place to reveal, how the whole world is You A place for your essence to come down and sing A place for your palace, an abode for the king I gave you my garden my sister my bride But now it lies fallow unfit to reside   The lilies and lilacs, supplanted with weeds Covered in filth, on account of your deeds Higher and further you chased me away Your folly and lies, led you to betray You chose to ignore me, for pleasure an...

Sunset I am lost and tossed against the waves As upon my soul the tempest laves Battered by the zephyrs song As my dreams refuse to sing along Lonely as a desperate squall I wonder should I care at all Yet there is still so much to do Before the sun sinks out of view I am restless as the flight-less bird Forced to fight for every word As embers hiss and won’t be still To fan the flames that fuel my will For every song the songsters sing Another one will lose its wings And for every stroke the painters paint How many stay sealed in restraint I am hounded by the un-walked trail And all the seas I will not sail And all the mountains made to climb And all the snows of wintertime No longer can I stay the trance Nor further can the hope advance For there is still so much to do Before the sun sinks out of view

  Birchas Habonim I place my hands upon her head, these words I’m meant to say A blessing from an ancient time, my hopes for her I pray I take a pause as words get stuck, somewhere inside my heart As if a hand is holding back, not allowing me to start Yet it’s not the words that are amiss, I’ve always known them in the past   I feel that something isn’t right, this year more so than last An empty feeling so unknown, yet familiar all the same A memory to look back on, like a picture in a frame A year ago I spoke with you, as you said these words to me And along with them the love and joy was clear as day to see And you put your hands on my head, the same way I do now And these ancient words would come to life, as your blessings they’d endow I never thought it would be so soon, these words I wouldn’t hear Although I know you never left, you really still are near Please put your hands back on my head, I really want to feel And say these hallowed ancient words, I want to know it’s...