EyeLook4U Poetry (435)

I'll say goodbye and be on my way
For I've some place to go
And sadly I know
This is where you always must stay

I'm but a drifter and time with take me farther
Than where this trail will lead me today
I've some place to go and sadly I know
I'll say goodbye and be on my way

And memories will hold your youth
Where your hair will never turn grey
And my heart will hold the proof
That love will never fade away

May God bless you and keep you in his care
Like an angel he has made
And though there could be much more to share
I'll say goodbye and be on my way

Seems like sunday but it's Saturday
Has this ever happened to you
Clowning around and lost a fun day
And what I got is Saturday blue

Raindrops falling loneliness calling
Now I'm stuck in a world of solitude
The quietness is stalling, time on the clock
What I got is Saturday blue



I tuned out the weather man,could have made other plans
And now it's really swell listening to your voice mail
Telling me you are out with you know who
To me his name is Saturday blue

It's been a long journey over yonder mountain
No going back to yesterday young
In memories I drink from a sweet fountain
But there's no going back to yesterday young

Sun never seems to age
Neither wind nor rain
But every day turns a page
And older my name

I want to take a stroll
But life wants to run
Once upon a time I was never slow
But there's no going back to yesterday young

I sit on a bridge and see a gentle stream
Reached for a star but could only share a gentle dream
And so I know now what I didn't know then
Sure as tomorrow comes there's no going back to yesterday young

Let's have a conversation
I won't be shy today
For I am writing the words
So I know just what to say

My you do look so lovely
The moring sun has you face aglow
Pardon me miss I've said all this
And you have only said hello

There are tables outside the small café
Down by the sea, oh you say that sounds ok
So let's go there,it's just a stroll there
That's where this converstion should really be

Don't readers know they shouldn't pry
How much do they want to hear
This conversation is between you and I
And the sound of the waves so near

Call me poet call me fool
Words of wine I give to you
Some search for silver some for gold
You're the treasure I long to hold

Time is fleeting
So I've been told
Someday your memory will keep repeating
Words of wine and fill your soul

May the soft wind of summer caress your cheek
And one day again should we ever meet
Call me poet call me fool
Words of wine I give to you

He hasn't arrived yet
Perhaps you think
He's not coming back

You have looked to the skies
After many a year,many a day,the prayers you have prayed
With tears in your eyes

And the year that we live in
Sounds impossible when
You say it out loud,how did we get this far

He hasn't arrived yet
perhaps you think
He's not coming back

And the year that we live in
Sounds impossible when
You say it out loud and how did we get this far

Time is a funny thing
When you're young,you don't notice it at all
When you get old you keep remembering
How time rode away with your life, like a fast outlaw

Time keeps you company,never really leaves you alone
Sometimes it can be so quiet
Until you hear the clock on the wall
No one is ever gonna stop that fast outlaw

Time is like a lamp when you turn it off
And then you turn it back on again
Time is like a stamp on a letter that you send
And when it touches her hand

If a tear should suddenly fall
Oh time is like a fast outlaw
Yes time is like a fast outlaw

They don't like old fashioned talk
But since they no longer listen
Things haven't gone so well
Something's missing and it seems that no one can tell

It's all about war
And the weather isn't right
Everybody's got to have more
But holding less tonight

Is it some kind of sleep walking
Does anybody know
Are we under a mysterious spell
Something's missing and it seems that no one can tell

A sink hole,a volcanco and the west is going dry
A mud slide, a riot and what are they spraying in the sky
What once was rotten in Denmark is now a worldly trail
Something's missing and it seems that no one can tell

A fair summer day,a pure gentle stream,touch one
The pretty pretty green trees I see,touch two
A soft lovely lovely breeze.touch three
And my day has started as easy as one two three

The smell of coffee you made this morning,touch one
Sunshine just came over the hill,how it makes me feel,touch two
A peacefulness and nothing phony,it's so very very real,touch three
And my day has started as easy as one two three

With all these touches God has a blessing for me
And my day has started as easy
As easy as one two three

There are words I never got to say
Things I never got to do
And now it has come down too
Just a pen in hand

First word what will it be
Second verse she still won't see
How will she recognize me
With just a pen in hand

For I never spoke this way
In this way here I am
One word closer to her heart today
With just a pen in hand

But in reality what will tomorrow bring
Perhaps I should think again
For no one has ever done such a thing
With just a pen in hand

Just in case you don't remember me
I'm the one
Who left those words in your heart

And everytime you are sitting
Looking at the swaying of the leaves on the trees
And gazing at the sky

You wonder who was that guy
I'm the one
who left those words in your heart

And though I never spoke them out loud
Even in a crowd you could tell
And sometimes with evenings spell

There's a feeling you can't quite place
But there is still a trace, a spark
Just in case

You don't remember me
I'm the one
Who left those words in your heart

A poet's poem is to write of love
A poet's poem is like a hand in a glove

He hopes to meet the right girl at the right time
And makes a wish that the first kiss
He leaves on her lips like a sweet rhyme

He persuades the moon to have an echanted glow
And whispers to the breeze to be a violin
And then, the words that wait she longs to know

He talks of her eyes,her hair and her smile
Adoring her personality and style, and all the while

In the back of his mind
He makes a wish that the first kiss
He leaves on her lips like a sweet rhyme