THE ONE I NEVER KNEW

You kissed my knee so softly then
And pressed it to your breast.
And then you turned your head to me
And laid it there to rest.

You took your hand and squeezed my thigh
And closed your eyes to smile.
I was so glad to have you there,
To hold me for awhile.

As I sat perched in the window
And you stood at my side,
I realized it was a dream
And you were not my bride.

Awakened from another dream
As I am every day.
I just turned to rise in sorrow
For dreams that go away.

I endure my days in sadness
And bottle up my tears.
I store them for the evenings,
Though some I've held for years.

But I still know the night will come
When all my dreams come true.
And I will see you once again,
The one I never knew.

GREENWOLFE 1962

Treasure

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

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

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

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

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

The Girl With Sparkling Eyes

I made a mark beside her name,
Just trying to keep score.
If she keeps talking on, I thought,
She'll earn herself some more.

The teacher came into the room
And then they all piped down.
'Alright, ' she said, 'who talked in class? '
'Who thinks that they're a clown.'

I calmly looked around and smiled,
Expecting to get by.
I thought that since I didn't talk,
I didn't have to lie.

But then the teacher locked on me,
Mistaking my wry smile
For being just a clown in class
And laughing all the while.

'Alright, Greenwolfe, you best stand up, '
She said, as I recall.
And then she grabbed her wooden board
And stood so proud and tall.

She motioned me to come up front
And as I slowly came.
I thought I heard a girl speak out,
'Oh, but what a shame.'

I glanced a look, and then I saw
What made my anger flame.
She sure enjoyed this spectacle,
The girl without a name.

Another girl spoke up and said,
'Another bitch who lies.'
I wondered why she cared so much,
The girl with sparkling eyes.

I hadn't seen her sparkling eyes
Before that fateful day.
Perhaps I was too much a boy
To notice anyway.

When I finally took my spot
Before the teacher's board.
I whispered in the teachers ear,
Sincerely I implored.

The teacher stopped to look at me
With ne'er a blinking eye.
Then said, ' Wait here, and I will see
If you have told a lie.'

She briskly walked back to my desk
And looked at my notebook.
Then slowly she came walking back
With a knowing, special look.

She asked me to explain my code,
I said it was a grid.
The others there were mystified
By everything she did.

'Oh yes, ' she said, ' I understand,
And these are for today? '
And I replied they surely were,
'These boxes are in play.'

The teacher said, ' Alright Greenwolfe,
You may take your seat.'
The teacher rose and took her board,
She never was discreet.

About the time I reached my seat
I heard a plaintive wail.
I turned to look and then I saw
The talker in travail.

The teacher had her by the ear,
I only saw her back.
But I knew well what was to come,
And waited for the whack.

I must say that she struggled well
As devils often do.
But as us fellows know for sure,
There's nothing you can do.

Before too long the board prevailed
And justice, then was done.
I guess I can't remember when
I ever had such fun.

But there's one thing I do recall
And now I recognize.
Twas then, that I first came to love
The girl with sparkling eyes.

GREENWOLFE 1962