Mountains and flowers

The little flower always smiled,
It always did smile,
With love it lived.
Never did it see  the dark,
Never did it love death,
Never did it stop the smile.
So many did trample,
The same people that lived.
They lived,
They sang,
True they were,
But they always did walk.
For even a flower learns.
Even a mountain learns,
A flower not so much,
For fewer times does a boot harm,
A mountain stands to be trod.

Untirles

When we have seen those days,
Where little kids play around the hearth,
And when the heart has been around the world,
And still we hold on to small moments.

Where have we hid our smiles,
That cometh thither is times of melancholy,
Needs not the sanguine bear fruit,
Love speaks not Shakespeare to live.

Indifferent poet

Words are not them,
Silence is not it,
And when the words are over,
Heart it is that will bleed.

Time ages not my heart,
Pain drains not my love.
Red is not always bled,
A pen is not always words.

My shadows are not me,
My actions hide behind,
Truth is not always the face,
For masks conceal all beneath.

My graves are not mine,
They will hide a different me,
My epitaph another will write,
In death my story is not me.

What was is what has gone,
Little regrets are but moments apiece,
My heart is mine till it beats,
The world I shape is not me.

Contempt I have seen,
Distance has been a kin,
What my words beg of me,
Indifferent poet I have been.

Love

The prerogative of the peccadillo.
The alternative alter ego.
The tangential poet.
The obtuse prose.
The silent bard.
The lonely heart.
The single couple.
The rich beggar.
The dry winter.
The cold summer.
The deep mountains.
The selfish hero.
The anti hero.
The open plot.
The starving glut.
A prim slut.
A simple god.
The unknown masterpiece.
: That is love.

Inside the blinds

When the blinds are drawn,
Seldom do we look out,
Love within takes a darker hue,
We expect less than is our due.
Love expects not but feelings do,
Of whispered nothings we will talk not,
Nor does candy bear much ado.
Let love be simple,
When life be not so,
Lest we forget the joys of simple,
A moment has been bought with pain,
Let it not be undone in disdain.
Life favors not love,
But love eternal is a quest,
Fear not losing,
For the joys lay in the pain.

God

I found god in the rain,
He blesses not my ken,
Nor did he bless my life,
Nor did he relieve my pain.
One word he did tell,
Write it down he said,
Lest you forget the rain.

Solitude

A blade of grass is never lonely,
Nor are the drops of rain that nourish,
Nor are the stones that tumble down,
Nor the mountain that let it go.
The little lamb is never lonely,
For after its mam it has a herd,
Nor is the shepherd lonely,
For he has his hearth.
So never is the moon lonely,
For it has the sky as its shelter,
For though my moon be dark towards the sky,
The sky always is brighter with her.