MY LIFE WAS A PERFECT HARMONY AND

 

My life was a perfect harmony and

Love was the rhythm of the dance

I hear no music now or feel the rhythm

And that’s my lonely circumstance

AN ANGEL MIGHT FALL FROM THE SKY

 

An Angel might fall from the sky,

A Goddess may fall from a tree,

But you only lived next door

When you fell in love with me

A CALL OF THE INNOCENCE

 

A call of the innocence

That was what it was

When the fifteen year old me

Picked up the phone

To call Theresa Flaherty

My palms were so sweaty

I could barely hold the phone

Whereas my mouth was so dry

I doubted I could speak

But I dialled the number

And I eventually got it right

On the third attempt

And then it seemed

To ring for an eternity

But then it was answered

“Hello” the sweet voice said

“Theresa?” I croaked

“Yes” she replied sweetly

“It’s Paul” I said “from school”

I don’t know why I added the last bit

“Oh hi Paul” she said

And I tried to gauge if it was

A despairing “oh hi Paul”

Or a pleasantly surprised one

But as I had never asked

A girl out before

I had no benchmark for it

So a few minutes passed

Of nervous small talk

Interspersed with awkward silences

As the heart in my chest pounded
And beat like an eagles wing

While my head throbbed

And my stomach

Was a flutter of butterflies

As I approached the reason for my call

And the question I had for her

Which I had been rehearsing all week

But it vanished from my mind

So in the end I rather abruptly blurted out

“Will you go to the pictures with me?”

“Oh” she exclaimed with surprise

And added “Yes I’d love to”

My heart was doing cartwheels of delight

But I had to try to remain calm

“That’s great” I responded and hung up

And so ended a call of innocence,

And then I cursed myself for being an idiot

So I rang Theresa again five minutes later

To discuss the date, place and time

And so began our first passion

AS WE STROLL ALONG THE MUDDY PUDDLED PATHS

 

As we stroll along the muddy puddled paths

That dissect the lush green pasture

We are caught in a squally august shower

And must hastily head for cover

It was a futile gesture as we were soaked

Within a minute of running through wet grass

But we eventually reached a sturdy oak

Where we waited out the storm, until

Bright yellow beams of light pierced the canopy

We emerged from our cover and resumed the stroll

Everything was wet from the rain, with

Raindrop glistening on every leaf and bough

So we made haste along the sun swathed paths
Safe in the knowledge that when the rain came again

They would be safely inside looking out

YOU CANNOT LIVE YOUR LIFE ON THE SAME PAGE

You cannot live your life on the same page

Nor can you reread pages from happier times

You must turn to a new page and write on

Leave the pain of loss and regret

On the bookshelf and start a new chapter

And fill the pages with what life has to offer 

THE EARTH AND SKY

 

The earth and sky are

Separate and opposite

Complimenting each other

And are nature in balance

They are two adequate halves

Making one perfect whole

But the most perfect part

Is where they touch on the horizon

But the zenith of their union

Is the perfection of the sunset

Which is where it began for us

I am the earth, you are the sky

We were separate and opposite

And complement each other

And are nature in balance

We are two adequate halves

Making one perfect whole

And we enjoy the sunset embrace

Where the earth touches the sky

LOOKING DEEPLY INTO

 Looking deeply into

Your betrayer’s eyes

Is like gazing at a wall

The love you feel

Is a wasted love

And is absorbed

Instead of being

Reflected back to you

So what you give

Is unrequited

And all that you receive

Is disappointment