At the end of Heaven's rainbow,
There's a treasure that I've found.
Never gleaned from golden nuggets
Nor from diamonds underground.
These are treasures not as precious
As the one I now possess.
I don't need them, now I've found her;
Earthly treasures mean much less.
You may wonder how I'll answer.
Just how precious can she be?
'I feel Heaven and the angels
Every time she touches me.'
'I see visions of the cosmos,
Sparkling colors in her eyes.
I hear music soft and gentle,
Taking me to paradise.'
'I smell springtime in her fragrence,
Taste her lips of berry wine.
And I sleep in sweet contentment,
Knowing that this treasure's mine.'
GREENWOLFE 1962
Friday, April 10, 2009
Thoughts Of You
If you ever dared to ask me
If I always thought of you.
I would surely be embarrassed,
To reply, 'Tis not so true'.
There are days and weeks a plenty
When I go my common way.
When no thoughts of you or true love
Ever brighten up my day.
And you'd seldom see the teardrops
On the days I yearn for you.
For I've come to some agreement
On how much I'll shed them too.
But there always are those moments,
In the past and yet to come;
When the fates In making mischief,
Surely have, and shall make some.
That is when of course I see you
As you are when passing by.
Or see you as you used to be,
In my dreams of you and I.
Then to balance off these pleasures
There must be a price to pay,
When reminded we are mortal
And we're sure to die one day.
So it is with me this morning
As I sit alone in fear.
And I know that you're enduring
This alone, without me near.
Will I ever get to see you?
Once again, I feel them fall.
Have I ever said I love you
So you'd know my heart at all? .
As of now I've thoughts a plenty.
And it seems I'm bound to say;
That in times like this of grieving,
How do I get through each day?
Is it true I've spent a moment,
Even one my whole life through;
When I never shed a teardrop,
And I felt no love for you?
It must be, however painful,
To admit on days like this;
There are times when thoughts of living,
Do block out the loves we miss.
But I choose to take this moment
Just to say what's just as true.
That right now, I've thoughts a plenty.
And each one, is loving you.
GREENWOLFE 1962
If I always thought of you.
I would surely be embarrassed,
To reply, 'Tis not so true'.
There are days and weeks a plenty
When I go my common way.
When no thoughts of you or true love
Ever brighten up my day.
And you'd seldom see the teardrops
On the days I yearn for you.
For I've come to some agreement
On how much I'll shed them too.
But there always are those moments,
In the past and yet to come;
When the fates In making mischief,
Surely have, and shall make some.
That is when of course I see you
As you are when passing by.
Or see you as you used to be,
In my dreams of you and I.
Then to balance off these pleasures
There must be a price to pay,
When reminded we are mortal
And we're sure to die one day.
So it is with me this morning
As I sit alone in fear.
And I know that you're enduring
This alone, without me near.
Will I ever get to see you?
Once again, I feel them fall.
Have I ever said I love you
So you'd know my heart at all? .
As of now I've thoughts a plenty.
And it seems I'm bound to say;
That in times like this of grieving,
How do I get through each day?
Is it true I've spent a moment,
Even one my whole life through;
When I never shed a teardrop,
And I felt no love for you?
It must be, however painful,
To admit on days like this;
There are times when thoughts of living,
Do block out the loves we miss.
But I choose to take this moment
Just to say what's just as true.
That right now, I've thoughts a plenty.
And each one, is loving you.
GREENWOLFE 1962
The Hunter
Of man and beast and nature's pride,
There is no place its prey can hide.
Of night scopes made by man's design,
No hunter's lens is quite so fine.
No stealthy native's step or stride
Can match his gentle walk and glide.
No patient man can wait so long
In nature's world where they belong.
It's not the large or brutish beast
Who could secure his common feast.
Through quickness, guile, and patient wait;
No prey escapes his paws of fate.
And no one would or could now say,
What prey he might put on display,
In mounted form, in this my den;
The only place he's gentle in.
And this is where you knew he'd be
Sitting here right next to me.
While I caress his wondrous fur,
And hear again his loving purr.
GREENWOLFE 1962
There is no place its prey can hide.
Of night scopes made by man's design,
No hunter's lens is quite so fine.
No stealthy native's step or stride
Can match his gentle walk and glide.
No patient man can wait so long
In nature's world where they belong.
It's not the large or brutish beast
Who could secure his common feast.
Through quickness, guile, and patient wait;
No prey escapes his paws of fate.
And no one would or could now say,
What prey he might put on display,
In mounted form, in this my den;
The only place he's gentle in.
And this is where you knew he'd be
Sitting here right next to me.
While I caress his wondrous fur,
And hear again his loving purr.
GREENWOLFE 1962
Stardust
She put stardust on my window.
Piercing love beams through my eyes.
She made rainbows of the raindrops,
Stardust colors in disguise..
She knew answers to the questions,
That have since departed me.
She knew reasons for my being,
When my reasons ceased to be.
She's the one that was outstanding,
When I faltered just a bit.
She's the image through my vision,
And the mold to which I fit.
I shall surely find another
To replace this love I miss.
And I'll know her by the stardust
In my eyes each time we kiss.
GREENWOLFE 1962
Piercing love beams through my eyes.
She made rainbows of the raindrops,
Stardust colors in disguise..
She knew answers to the questions,
That have since departed me.
She knew reasons for my being,
When my reasons ceased to be.
She's the one that was outstanding,
When I faltered just a bit.
She's the image through my vision,
And the mold to which I fit.
I shall surely find another
To replace this love I miss.
And I'll know her by the stardust
In my eyes each time we kiss.
GREENWOLFE 1962
Living Truth
I write today of living,
My years of loving you.
I take note of my passing,
A milestone, one or two.
The milestone that I noticed,
The one you'll notice too;
The one that points me homeward,
My love, still strong and true.
The milestone nearly missing,
My truth of life, no less;
Noting I still love you so,
Though obvious, I guess.
It seems it's just been moments,
But no, it's many years;
That portion of my lifetime,
Spent loving you in tears.
I've got all love required.
Though saying it is wrong;
What's left of this, my lifetime,
Will not be quite as long.
Today, I'll take for granted
This truth until I die;
Still solaced by the knowledge,
My love, was not a lie.
GREENWOLFE 1962
My years of loving you.
I take note of my passing,
A milestone, one or two.
The milestone that I noticed,
The one you'll notice too;
The one that points me homeward,
My love, still strong and true.
The milestone nearly missing,
My truth of life, no less;
Noting I still love you so,
Though obvious, I guess.
It seems it's just been moments,
But no, it's many years;
That portion of my lifetime,
Spent loving you in tears.
I've got all love required.
Though saying it is wrong;
What's left of this, my lifetime,
Will not be quite as long.
Today, I'll take for granted
This truth until I die;
Still solaced by the knowledge,
My love, was not a lie.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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