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

The One I Never Knew

You kissed my knee so softly
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 oh 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 remembered that it was a dream
And you were not my bride.

I then awoke from another dream
As I have to each day.
And I turned to rise in sorrow
For dreams that go away.

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

But I always 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

Somewhere

Now everybody needs to find love somehow
When somehow, theirs may die or pass away.
I know that while it may seem gone forever,
Somehow, they'll find true love again one day.

And everybody's got to know that sometime,
There's gonna be a time when love will call.
And sometime, they may have to stop their grieving,
So they can answer new love after all.

Yes, everybody needs to find that someone,
Someone who loves them, oh so patiently.
And I believe that you can find that someone,
Someone who'll love you like you used to be.

And since I know you've got to find it somehow,
And someone's who I am so don't you see.
I hope sometime you'll find your new love somewhere,
For somewhere's where you know I'll always be.

GREENWOLFE 1962

I Have Not Lived My Life Alone

I have not lived my life alone
Lonely though I be.
I'm satisfied, just as I am,
To share the world with thee.

No one knows, and I won't tell,
The truth about our lives;
And how it is I've managed to
Make sure our love survives.

I have been told today of you,
And of your latest trial.
And so it was, I once again,
Stared lonely at your smile.

It made me think that once again
It's time to shed a tear.
Ere I should lose them all at once
If you should leave me here.

And so I turned the little valve
So they would flow a bit.
And prayed to God He'd see my pain,
And take some note of it.

It's in this way, though far apart,
I'm still quite near to you.
For when I cry, I feel again;
My love, all through and through.

In sharing in your joy or pain,
Though oh so far apart;
I still can feel the warmth and love
That lies within your heart.

So I shall shed a tear or two,
And keep the rest at bay.
I'll surely need them all at once,
Should you depart one day.

The only hope for my escape,
From drowning in their flow.
Is leaving soon enough; that I'll
Have left, before you go.

Only God, in mercy knows;
What this life has in store.
Whenever this one ends for us.
I'll pray, we'll share, one more.

GREENWOLFE 1962

A Laptop Universe

'Gee, you're looking good today'.
I said as I looked down.
He winked a bit and slightly smiled,
But never made a sound.

'Yes, you're looking good today '.
I said in joyful cheer.
I would have hugged him oh so tight,
Could I have held him near.

He was there, just as he was,
Sure all there was of him.
A silent head, without a form.
A tech, in charge of them.

The wires and plugs that kept alive
The head of my best friend.
So he could live another day,
of life, that may not end.

The table there on which it lay,
A laptop universe.
Sadly holding this display.
How could a fate be worse?

They'd made for him a phony form,
Just as he once had been.
They sure need a place called Hell,
To put these _______s in.

I pressed a tab on his display
And he soon came alive.
What ere it was, it seemed as though,
He had a good hard drive.

I heard his voice as it had been.
Amazing, what they do!
'My friend, I'm glad you came today.
I don't see much of you '.

I tried to smile, it must be him,
I thought there after all.
Science plays such tricks on us
So often in this hall.

He talked to me, I talked to him,
For just a little while.
I wonder at such things as this,
Our lives of endless guile.

I left the lab of tortured souls
And looked out at the stars.
Perhaps they did such things as this
Once long ago, on Mars.

I breathed the air, such as it was;
With all its smoke and grit
And prayed I'd be at peace someday
As just a part of it.

GREENWOLFE 1962

Acceptance Of Fate

Of all the lessons learned in life
By every creed in turn,
Acceptance is the costliest
Mankind has had to learn.

The price is often self-esteem,
And life must yield as well.
It also charges interest,
On that, I shall not dwell.

But just by way of mentioning,
Though bitter is defeat;
Recovery sure is sweeter,
The sooner it's complete.

Acceptance of each circumstance,
Is one great truth of life.
But often comes at quite a cost,
Much suffering and strife.

The hardest thing to realize,
When all is said and done;
Accepting losses in ones life,
Is one sure sign you've won.

Sometimes the greatest victory
Is learning to endure,
Defeat that seems unbearable;
When at first glance, for sure.

Acceptance of this living truth
Is not so hard to bear.
It's something man can't seem to learn
In struggles everywhere.

But here is wisdom to the wise,
Or those who wish to be;
For those who seek a happy life,
Acceptance is the key.

The costs you have to pay to bear
This single solemn truth,
Are those you need to sacrifice,
Your pride and fear, forsooth.

The choice is one each has to make.
And each is justified.
Depending on your view of life,
I'll argue for each side.

The core of this dilemma then
Is just to understand;
Depending on the choice you make,
You'll live or die as planned.

Acceptance then, includes the fate
You choose on fateful days.
To leave this world a sacrifice,
Or live in other ways.

GREENWOLFE 1962

Ashes

I burned them all to ashes,
The things you used to say.
I guess you didn't write them down,
So you'd avoid this day.

I don't think you considered
The wonders of the mind,
And how it treats the remnants
Of lovers left behind.

You thought I'd always cherish,
The things you gave to me.
But honey, I can't value,
What others get for free.

It's going to take forever,
But I've got many years;
To burn away the memories
Contained in all my tears.

For now I've just avoided,
Substantial pain and strife.
I just incinerated all,
The things that were our life.

They now are only ashes.
No flames of love remain.
Here no Phoenix lies in wait;
For love, to rise again.

GREENWOLFE 1962

I Mark The Road Before You

I mark the road before you,
As I do every day.
I'm sure you've never noticed
My signs along the way.

But still, I'll leave them scattered,
In hopes that you might see;
Someone has an interest,
In whom you seem to be.

The signs are just reflections,
Though altered from the start;
By timid conversations,
And then a broken heart.

They make no point of order
Against your chosen life.
Nor seek to pull you over
To be a captured wife.

They only seek to guide you
To places you've not been.
To places not considered;
Rejected, way back then.

So as I go before you,
I still must look around.
To see if you have followed
The others that I've found.

I guess that all considered,
I'll have to mark them too;
So you won't see these others,
The ones you shouldn't do.

Though only my reflections,
Mine can't lead you astray.
I'll mark the road before you,
Until my dying day.

GREENWOLFE 1962

Lara (Inspired by Dr. Zhivago)

Oh Lara, let me tell you
If I may, this one more time,
How much I really love you,
In poetry and in rhyme.

I see our love more clearly,
Though I'm blind in love with thee.
I hold your love much closer,
For it's yours through which I see.

Your voice is, oh so soothing
As your loving sounds come through.
It keeps me ever yearning
For the sounds of loving you.

I feel loves sweet sensation
Every time I hold your hand.
And draw you ever closer
For that feeling, oh so grand.

Your kisses last forever
As we hold our love in place,
And taste sweet fruit and nectar
When our loving lips embrace.

I smell your pleasant fragrance
As I wander near and far.
Thankful to the girl I love
For the flower that you are.

Oh, Lara, please remember
All the things we lovers say
Are often gone tomorrow,
Placed in dreams of yesterday.

But if you've found contentment,
For I know I've found the same.
We'll have our love forever
And we'll call it by your name.



I wish to dedicate this poem to Boris Pasternak for
the book, David Lean for the direction, Maurice Jarre
for the music, and to Omar Shariff whose portrayal of Zhivago inspired me to become a poet, and finally to Julie Christie
whose image of Lara made this poem possible after 35
years of waiting for the gift to arrive.

Because of the unique place this poem holds in my personal
history, and the fact that the readers have said that it honors
the unknown poem around which the story was created; this
poem has earned a special place in my own Hall Of Fame.

GREENWOLFE 1962

My Old Friend

Well old friend, it's come to this,
As I thought it might someday.
Life is short and often sad
When things turn out this way.

I used to dread this coming day
When I was just a boy.
And wished that it might never come,
The end of all my joy.

And joy it was for me and you,
Wherever we would go.
We always found the time to play
In the sun, the rain, or snow.

I'm sorry if I didn't give
The time to you I should.
So I'll just say I loved you then
The only way I could.

We've grown apart the last few days
As you seemed to be more slow.
I guess I knew, but couldn't say;
How much I loved you so.

I dare not try to say it now,
It seems it just won't do.
And just how much could I explain
And would you wish me to?

No, I think what's done is done
And that's as it should be.
So I'll just lay you to your rest
Beneath this tall oak tree.

There's no one here to say but me
The things that must be said.
And no one's here to catch the tears
That on your fur I shed.

So yes, old friend, it's come to this,
The parting and the tears.
But I shall not forget the love
You gave me through the years.

I know someday I'll pass this way
With others that you knew.
And they shall lay me down to rest,
Right here, right next to you.

GREENWOLFE 1962

Rejection's Temptation

Well there she was, the girl I loved,
With no one at her side.
She smiled and waived as I approached,
In shock, I then replied.

She said, 'I'm waiting here for you;
This is to be your day. '
I said, 'what has become of us
For us to meet this way? '

She said she really did not know
Or care to think at all.
As she had come to answer true
Her final conscience call.

I said I thought she would object
To being seen with me.
She said, 'Oh no, it's not that way,
Here's where I want to be.'

'Oh sure, ' I said, 'So you may say,
Am I to hear such lies?
I wished it so for oh so long,
I can't believe my eyes.'

'I guess I understand, ' she said,
As she began to cry.
'I'm learning now the pain of love
When there is no reply.'

I said, 'I'm sorry for your pain,
I've felt it once before.'
She said she'd hoped to be with me
This day and evermore.

I said, 'I shall not turn away,
Though tempting it would be.
To have you feel the pain I've known
Would bring no joy to me.'

'I hear, ' she said, ' your soothing words,
I feel much better now.
It seems that since you want me still,
My pain is gone somehow.'

'I know, ' I said, ' It's only there
When lovers close their heart
To those they know who want them so,
To keep them far apart.'

'I could not have you feel the pain
That I have felt so much.
Though I believe we all should know
Rejection's savage clutch.'

Then she placed her hand in mine,
I wiped her tears away,
She said she'd give what love remained
To me, on this, my day.

I can't explain what came to be
Or was that time with her,
A story such as this, when told,
Has endings we defer.

But this I know as pain and love
Are felt both near and far.
Rejection tempts its own base deeds,
No matter who you are.

GREENWOLFE 1962

Who'll Be There ?

Who'll be there to hold my hand?
Who'll be standing by?
Will any shed a tear for me
As I prepare to die?

Who'll be there to pray for me?
Who'll be there to sing?
And who'll be there to kiss my cheek
If I go in the spring?

Who can say these things for sure?
Guess I should not care.
I wouldn't if I knew my love
Was certain to be there.

So as the day draws closer,
Guess I'll dare to deign
To ask if she would care to come
And see me once again.

Should she come, I'm sure to leave,
Calm, without a care.
Joyful for all of those who came,
No matter who'll be there.

GREENWOLFE 1962

Pain

I set myself a task today,
To write of pain in rhyme.
Of the love I lost so long ago,
Remembered for all time.

The pain is not forgotten
Around my broken heart.
For even if I love again,
It's chained around each part.

The pain that had been pleasure
Before she ran away,
Was changed in just an instant,
Like sand to solid clay.

I shivered and I cringed in pain,
My heart to cold hard clay.
To change me from the boy I was
And the man I'm not today.

The pain had soon consumed my life,
My dreams in darkness too.
My anger and my sorrow,
My hate for the world I knew.

It's only bitter that I taste
And only grey I see.
And when lovers warm each other still
It brings a chill to me.

Once I tried to release my chains
That held my love so true.
I actually found someone to give
A cold-chained loving to.

But alas! It ended as before
With a chain around each part.
And now my love lies chilled forever
At the bottom of a broken heart.

GREENWOLFE 1962

Lamented Life

I saw you prancing in the dark.
You seemed to have such joy.
My father brought you home that day,
And said you weren't a toy.

So very soon, I learned to ride;
That I might be with you.
And you became a cherished friend,
The first I ever knew.

We were alone most of the time.
We lived so far out here.
My life was oh so simple then.
We roamed so far, but near.

I kept you well as best I could,
With lots of oats and hay.
You stood beside this old grey rock,
To help me mount each day.

You were so big, and I was small;
But to me you were so kind.
They always said you weren't too smart,
But I really didn't mind.

You seemed to like me on your back.
I rode each time I could.
I so enjoyed your company
As any young boy would.

And so it was, until the day
When I just had to leave.
I said good-bye and then I went.
There was no time to grieve.

My father wrote and spoke of you.
He said you did quite well.
You often waited at the rock
Until the evening fell.

The other day, he said you changed
And didn't anymore.
I wondered then, should I return
To ride you as before?

So yesterday, I made the time
To visit my best friend.
Now here I am in your corral.
So lonely in the end.

You stayed with me just long enough,
Dear thanks to God above;
For me to hear you one last time
Repeat your sound of love.

I wonder now about my life.
The love we shared and knew.
And wish I'd never spent a day
Of it, not here with you.

For what is life, but moments spent
In doing what we choose.
Seeking things we think we want.
Forgetting, those we lose.

I think I've learned my lesson now.
In life, you just can't win.
Unless you cherish what you have
Of friendship, now and then.

So I'll stand on the old grey rock
Until my dying day.
When you'll return, and once again.
I'll mount, and ride away.

GREENWOLFE 1962

I'll Die Loving You

When I wake in early morn,
Each time the day is new.
I thank the Lord that you were born,
As I'll die loving you.

As I sit alone and pray
And cling to love so true,
I'll hope to see you once today
As I'll die loving you.

When I see the stars at night,
I wonder if you do.
And hope they have us both in sight
As I'll die loving you.

When I take my final rest,
This day, if life is through;
I'll thank the Lord I lived so blessed
That I died loving you.

GREENWOLFE 1962

Circle Of Angels

I sat in a circle of angels.
A place I had not been before.
I heard the sweet choir of Heaven,
Sing praise to the Lord evermore.

They glowed like the sun in the Heavens.
A light with a warmth I adored.
I felt like a babe in a cradle.
Nestled in the arms of the Lord.

Their wings were as white as a snowflake.
Their eyes like the stars in the sky.
They each one, in turn, spoke so gently;
I blinked, as a tear filled my eye.

They called me to faith and to glory.
They spoke of the rains that I see.
They stated the rain sent from Heaven,
Were tears that they all shed for me.

I looked to the throne through my teardrops.
I blinked, for I barely could see.
The Lord, sat so regal in glory;
I slowly went down on my knee.

An angel said, 'Rise up and greet Him '.
One more, took my hand as I rose.
I stood as a servant before Him,
And wiped away tears from my nose.

The Lord, then reached out and He touched me.
Then, just as I looked in His eyes;
I found I was back in my bedroom,
Still wearing my mortal disguise.

The wisdom of knowing the Savior
Is more than I ever could tell.
But greater by far than the wisdom
Is knowing His love just as well.

Tis there, in a circle of angels;
The blessed, meet the Lord now and then.
Returning to earth with a yearning;
To bathe in His love, once again.

GREENWOLFE 1962

A Thing Called Hope

In all worthwhile endeavors,
No matter size or scope.
It shall either have a life,
Or die, a thing called hope.

It all depends on caring.
Those willing to take part.
Hope, to be sustained at all;
Requires a beating heart.

Each heart that God created,
Has value each in turn.
When called upon to voice it,
Don't shrink from your concern.

Its in those special moments,
When life gives you a choice;
You'll either sit in silence,
Or stand and lend your voice.

It's with the inspiration
Derived from what you do.
Others may participate
And make your dream come true.

If you need inspiration
To act on your concern,
Just take note of your children,
And how they come to learn.

They look to you for guidance,
To see what they should do.
How to be a citizen.
Concerned, what do they do?

It's now your time for choosing;
Don't sit, and cry, and mope.
It shall either have a life,
Or die, a thing called hope.

GREENWOLFE 1962