Some illuminated evening
when the lights are all aglow
we will sit and sip the fragrance
of each other’s company
and these,
the warm lit faces,
that we know.
Some illuminated evening
when the lights are all aglow
we will sit and sip the fragrance
of each other’s company
and these,
the warm lit faces,
that we know.
Broken Angel
Broken angel
sitting on the steps
out on your own
You’ve lost
A friend,
And love;
I know,
It’s so hard to be alone
Broken angel
I’ve been there
Once before.
I remember.
It seems it was so
Many years ago
Your arms
Are bruised
Your wings are torn
You heart is shattered
Broken angel
Are you able to perform
The miracles
by night again?
Broken angel
I know it’s just
Not right,
But that’s just how
It seems to go,
you have to fight,
The deepest darkest
battles all alone at night
broken angel.
Broken angel
You’re the only angel
that I know.
There were others
Once but they all
gave up and had to go.
They all just
turned around
and flew away.
They’ve gone
for good now
broken angel
and so I ask
If I can stay,
And spend this night
On simple steps
with you aglow
so we
can fight
this darkness
that we know
together
till the early morning
light of day.
You and I both together,
won’t be long,
Till the coming
Of the early morning dawn
my broken broken angel.
The German Couple Next to Us
A couple
was speaking German
at the table next to us.
She was a fine lady
in her fifties
with short cropped hair,
clear blue eyes and,
quite young
in her movement
and demeanor.
He sat across from
her at the table,
a tall graying gentleman,
with wrinkles
in his face ,
engraved
likely
by many frequent smiles
over the years.
And at one
quite unexpected
instant
in raw and unashamed emotion ,
she laid her hand
on him and caressed
all the deep lines
on his face ,
with a type
of tenderness
and warmth,
rarely ever seen,
with no equal in it’s honesty.
He returned
the gesture to her
lovingly
like a mirror
by looking deeply
into her eyes.
And in the end
it was plain
that there is
no brand or nationality
to humanity.
We are all part and parcel of
the human race ,
and all
the same.
We’re the subject
of a kind and gentle grace ,
with a yearning for
gentle
embrace
and for each others
enduring
mirrored love.
From “Dreams for A Saturday Morning ” by PWChaltas
Sitting Home Alone .
I should make
efforts to make
this poem known
Instead of sitting
home alone .
Not that it’s
some standard
of established good
or bad ,
It’s just so very sad
that
It sits here on it’s own
waiting
to be received,
reflected on,
perceived,
perhaps
to mirror someone else’s
thoughts,
life condition,
woes,
or
Someone else’s throws
of passion or regrets .
This poem needs
company,
and a reference point ,
just like everybody else.
From “The Black and other Base elements ” by PWChaltas
Let’s Walk Together
Let’s walk together
you and I
so we can find
a road
that gives peace
to both our souls.
Just yesterday
I spoke of you,
Love
and my heart requested
that we walk together
on that white
and ancient road ,
that will surely
calm and ease us.
Come now if you can
Love,
So we can walk together
always
on a road that has no forks
or parting of the ways,
where we can talk
and walk together always.
Let’s walk together
Love
so that we inherit wings
both you and I ,
to fly
with all our steps
and prayers
up
into heaven.
From “Free Verse in Useless Times” by PWChaltas