Whisper of the wind, feathers lightest trace,
Around the window’s edge an image of your face.
The smile you once had. Against the frosted glass your breath held,
Nevermore my love. We tried. We tried, and we failed.
Just to see you again. Just to hear your heartfelt laughter,
Eyes that smile, heart that beats, our lost happily ever after.
It took you quickly. Neither of us prepared, neither willing to let go,
In the end we could not stop it. It took you. I still love you so.
Such a disease, wasting away, your smile slowly disappeared,
I could see it. I could feel it. A deep, dark unknown fear.
As we held hands that one last time I could feel you drifting away,
I wanted to be selfish, but I could not. I could not ask you to stay.
So, if you are out there on this cold wintry night, the frosted glass awaits,
Oh, my love say hello, press your image against the glass, do not hesitate.
I need your smile, I need your laughter, just once more my heart can beat,
A feathery touch against the wind is all I will ever truly need.
© Cynthia Clark
The pain of being lied to
certainly runs so deep.
I lie there at night thinking
And I can not get to sleep.
First it was my father
who always had a reason.
Seldom to take me places
no matter what the season.
Then it was my friends
who would inflict the pain.
I often wonder what
they really had to gain.
Next it was the women
who always had the excuse.
But then the next day
they would then want a truce.
Now it is the people
who hold my career in their hands.
I offer them what they want
and give into their demands.
I'm tired of everyone's lies
by commission or omission.
Maybe I should drop all this
ans spend all my time fishin'.