reguiny2006 Poetry (108)

Remember I love's perfect prime,
but will thou, my love, remember
the warmth of our September
that's grown old before its time?
When October bore winter's chill
that relinquished love, remember
in the sullen snows of harsh December
a thoughtful prayer that may kindle still.
Remembering that which once we had,
then wilt thou spare a tear for me
when all my days lifeless be,
or wilt thou smile and not be sad?

In withered thoughts no flower leave,
consign me to darkness and not grieve.

Yon lofty hills, dear lingering youth,
when we climbed life's sisyphean slope
amid tumbling rocks, yet struggled on in hope,
now, backward glance, on labours oft uncouth,
each blind day, we, green faith applied
upon the anvil of life's harsh forged sway,
each and every aching limb, relentlessly applied
the burning coals, to fire destinies unspoken play,
to climb the summits unattainable spoils,
those salad days inspired by trackless spheres aloft,
passion filled, like as when, both lover and artist toils,
flew on wings when life was green and soft,

despite the woes and destiny our constant foe,
we've sallied forth to Autumn's coloured glow.

lOVE,

There is naught in thee that I would change,
nor thy daily ways, yearn to re-arrange,
for folly t'would be, for I know not best
the complexities, thy caring heart invest,
or, which moulds the smiles lovingly worn,
as in sweetness to the ethereal morn,

and love,

see not in me, what best I should disguise,
imperfections, that may surely close the eye,
and cloud the heart in loves reject,
best see in me, what others may not detect,
wilt thou, with open eye and sober wisdom scan,
see no wondrous ideal, only what I am;

Then love,

a stairway to the highest mountain, we may build,
with love that gives, a love that yields,
with created dreams that lovers satisfy,
the bond of blood and minds that unify,
then walk together in our noonday sun,
that cast no shadows ferom which to run,

Then forever love,

we shall, love's sweet nectar sip,
through the joys of love's relationship
and rejoice, that once the barren sod,
now, an emeralded way that we have trod,
hand in hand through our eternal June,
to share the fragrance of the roses bloom.

Sullen here the dapple morn appear,
all that was, sheds now a woeful tear,
grey, the dreary mist frowns upon the dawn,
once the flowering visage, weeping all forlorn,
Alas! coloured Autumn now passed away,
for chill of winter has eager come to stay,
So, sit we by the fired inglenook,
with wistful smile, hope and poetic book.

Long years ago, those bygone hours,
in vain I sought thy hand to gain,
thy presence then as garden bowers,
sweetly kissed by pearls of rain,
thy beauty was the graces choice,
that gladdens the eye to see,
soft thou spoke with gentle voice,
'twas all the world to me,

Haste flown years, its time has sown,
as swiftly rolls each parting day,
highlights from thy cheek, perhaps have flown,
and thy starlight hair touched silver grey,
time would focus these, but it need not,
for ageless spring thou shall ever be,
remembered gaiety still cheers my lot,
and that's the world to me,

Our spring now runs to winter's cold,
beneath the same but differing sky,
the unfaded rose still blooms of old,
its perfumed breath still leaves a sigh,
thy countenance, perhaps a line or two,
with grace, no less beautiful may be,
for still I remember the you I knew,
and that's the world to me.

Thou, full scented far, e'er that gently flows
as the fragrant air, it's pure perfume knows
caress this land, from East to shinning West,
like as sweet the voice that I love best,
breathing, breathes the warmth whilst I can,
in love's pure flight for my dear Ann,
her colours akin to Spring's fresh flowers,
burns bright, like rainbows love-lit showers
that gently bless, this green grateful earth,
sing such the praise of her own worth,
melodious spun, it's enchanted web so fair,
assuage the touch of thoughts that care,

thus fills the heart with feminine grace so rare,
bequeaths, abundant charms of love's own ware.

lOVE,

Solitude makes my world seem close at end
in darkening hours, that transend
the heart with morbid and derisive gloom,
and sweetness akin to some rank bloom,

then love, remember I
the wealth of heavens pennies brought,
a silken tapestry, of light that caught
thy living hues and shades that play,
ignite thine eyes, that smile my tears away.

How oft we wished our lips were sealed
to scathing words the heart revealed;
for, spoken once, so oft they do return
to scar the soul and with repentence mourn.

Sadly youth hears not what it is told
by the wit and wisdom of the old,
leaves them naught but melancholy,
seen in the relection of their folly.

But yesterday's clouds we cannot change,
nor there stormy patterns re-arrange;
nor guarantee tomorrow's fruitful store,
so today's sunshine heed a little more.

So, should I take solace of my pen,
to learn about the why, the where, the when,
and all my childhood tears rush to hide
its anguished days that burn inside,

Oh! Time, that's left us battered and decayed,
and strength that was, now in weakness paid;
what price is youth's most precious mould,
that leaves naught but wisdom to the old?

Was life as pure as gold that's finely spun,
and warmer than the warmest sun?
We, once seeds, beneath the earth dreampt of spring,
will soon return, with floral tributes, life re-calling.

How much in life you've given me,
in many ways you taught my pen, to paint
inner truths notation, not the outward view,
though thy visage would please the sculptures grace,
who would, then, on some high pedestal place,
for all to see, a womanly face so true,
a countenance, times passage fail to taint,
and, in onward years, men your loveliness see,
through the inner eye,this pen its pleasures known,
lifes guiding light, love filled inspiration,
when hearts unite in true consumation,
blank once, this paper now with sonnets sown,

I, raised from low stock is true,
but wisdom acrued, is in loving you.

Time shall not mar nor warring deface,
that which heaven's hand, divinely sought
out of darkness, to timeless wrought
a scultured loveliness mortal eyes embrace,
soft, the moulded carved caring style,
uncanny dressed, with mystique power intence,
a shadowless love unknown to humane guile,
to ullume each exuberant day so fair,
embodies infancy of care, wordless kind,
that we, with spring's sunshine would compare,
avenues of secret warmth, edifying find
immortality, carved in marble rare

whence floats from beauty's never changing face,
love, like autmnal leave's full coloured grace.

The rain set early in today,
with darkened skies washed with grey,
to dreary make the flowered brake
and paint with tears the smiling lake,
't'was if some ill-vexed unhonoured knight,
cast black deeds upon the landscape's sight,
I watched with watered eyes fit to break,
when in my heart, came shinning straight
fond friendship enjoyed these days of late,
soft scented kept in a perfumed bower,
joyous made this rain soaked hour.

Through many a fertile glimmering glade,
far removed from life's harsh noisy throng,
with noiseless art, gold sandled made,
She, in whispering time, gracefully glides along
sun-filled hours in vitues soft velvet purse,
floating floats, like meandering streams quiet sigh,
that mocks the cynics uncouth social intercorse,
where dwells dishonour in tunnelled visioned eye,
She, unknown to guile, walks in beauty of the soul
amid slumbering stars and 'Elysian Fields' lush lea,
bestow love's love, away from waring man's control,
thus riches of the heart, flourish in her sanctuary,

this love, cupped where soft breast's ever wean
each new sprung dawn, with flowering hopes unseen.