Slip Away

(Inspired in part by the song Iris by Goo Goo Dolls)

A stolen moment...
Under the stars.
One that I relive...
Every day, every hour.

Memories are meant to be remembered
And tears are meant to be shed.
Dreams are meant to be shattered,
But I know I'll see you again.

All I can see are your eyes
And all I can hear are our heartbeats;
All I can feel is your breath on my lips
The moment will never slip away...

Hearts are meant to be broken,
And wishes are meant to be lost to the wind.
Eyes are meant as much to weep as to see.
And yet I know I'll see you again.

All I can smell is the scent of your hair
And all I can touch is your soft skin;
All I can hold is your hand in mine,
And I refuse to let it slip away.

Hearts and dreams may be shattered to bits
And eyes may weep oceans of tears,
But I'll cherish the memory as long as I live
And I know I'll see you again.

The Last Refrain

(My apologies to Dream Theater for borrowing what I suspect is a copyrighted phrase. And there is nothing wrong with my mood... ask the poem, not the poet.)

I hide from faceless shadows,
I'm shadowed by nameless fears.
I fear nothing, and everything.
Who will take away my pain?

Blameless, yet I regret the past.
Pastless, yet I bear the scars.
Scarless, yet I feel the agony.
Nothing to lose, yet nothing to gain.

Haunted in the waking world
As much as that of the dream.
Who will hear this lost refrain?
Who will hear my last refrain?

My soul is shattered
Like a broken mirror.
I reach out blindly with my hand...
Someone, oh someone, take away my pain!

Wanderlust

As a boy he refused to sit still,
He crawled in caves and plumbed ponds;
Climbed hills and brought back fronds;
To see it all, that was his will.

On a trip to the coast he saw a ship,
Invincible upon the sea surf;
He knew straight his life's calling
And joined their crew for an infinite trip.

He worked and drank and sang with his men,
And ne'er did he know a boring day;
The sea and the stars enchanted him,
And his spirits soared unbidden.

In the winds and the waves they put their trust,
And pirates they fought and storms they rode,
Far they sailed and wonders they saw,
And ne'er did they stop, ne'er did they stop,
For they were struck by wanderlust.

They put to shore on a distant port,
And settled down for repair;
They wandered the town and brought cheer
For making merry was their forte.

A thief there stole our hero's heart
With pretty brown eyes and a ready smile,
Curly locks and a voice divine.
And eager he was to every day's start.

Being away from her became a chore,
And he shared her love for the twinkling stars,
The cottony clouds, the cool light breeze,
And spinning 'round in meaningless terpsichore.

But the time at last came to depart,
"Don't go," she pleaded, and his heart was rent,
"But a sailor's what I am, and sailing's what I do,
I have to go, on the morrow I start."

"Damn your love for the sea,"
She cried, "Fool am I to fall
For a man whose love for her
Exceeds his love for me!"

She ran home and shut the door,
And the sailor trudged on board.
His mood was black as the moonless sky,
As his ship left the shore.

Long years after that fateful night
As he glanced upon the shimmering waves
He imagin'd he saw those sparkling brown eyes
And he found his heart squeezed tight.

But in the winds and the waves he put his trust,
And pirates he fought and storms he rode,
Far he sailed and wonders he saw,
And he ne'er could stop, no, he ne'er could stop,
For he was struck by wanderlust.