Drifting Memories

Art and Words to settle my mind

Advertisements

The Day After the Day After

As I put the dead tree in the garbage
My mind wonders over these past days
The glimmering twinkling lights
Now packed in boxes away

I wonder through a mind full of new memories
My heart warmed by the love that we share
Visions of faces, smiling and bright
As they dig through the treasure of gifts

The banter of voices, tallest tales told
A gathering of comfort and soul
Stories of yesterdays, once more brought out
More meaningful for already known

The lights may no longer twinkle
Brightly wrapped surprises now gone
But the treasures I hold are so real
These few blessed moments, together again

And knowing that I’m never truly alone……..

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre December 24th, 2007

Now

It don’t matter what happened in the past
Because what we have, is here right now
You make me smile, you fill my time
New joyous memories, to hold for all time
You let me know, how you feel, share your soul
And I hope you know, just how special you are

You let me show you, what you mean to me
Without sharing with you, who knows where I’d be?
When I’m not with you, I feel so down and blue
Whoever knew, our love would be this true?

When I think of you, it takes me there
There’s no way to express, how much I care
So little we’ve had, I feel a bit cheated
But we’re gonna last, till the end of all time!!

Thank you for being my friend…….

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre January 19th, 2008

You Are

I see you

Sunset over an evening summer ocean,
The blaze of your colourful show to leave me breathless,
I lie down to watch you move, dancing with creation,
To watch you stretch your arms across the horizon,
Imagination all a drape with the wandering clouds,

Spectral visions, orange and purple orgasmic,
Shifting colours marking another turn of the wheel,
Painter’s brush strokes running down the canvas,
Reaching climatic raptures in the waves below,

This vista of dreams your presence creates
This you are, for I see you through my dreams…

easy…

The Long Search

Heart weeping, never-ending loneliness
These years of lingering yearning for completion
Always striving to be strong, stay on path
While the emptiness inside consumes my soul

Brightest sparks of hope, all along the trail
The briefest of encounters, loves beginning bloom
So swiftly fading, so soon to waft away
Left behind, my feelings all crushed and burned

I’ve always known you’re out there
Somewhere out in this grand world
I’ve looked and searched, cast all about
My hope is almost gone

You the love of my whole life
Filling my thoughts and dreams
Dreams of two souls, united and one
The circle grown complete

I lay awake, all night in this bed
Thinking of having you here
I reach across, to caress and love
Chilling emptiness the only thing there

The tears that flow, I try to hide
From all of those close to me
I plant this smile, this happy face
Put act uncaring and free

I want to lay down, give up my strife
Cut adrift this battle to survive
I do not care to journey here
Without you, the love of my life

And as you’re out there, journey free
Please listen for me on the wind
You’ll hear my cry, my quiet plead
I need your heart my friend…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre September 17th, 2007

The Longing

Two souls forming together what alone,
would be outside any imagination,
Intimate, entwined sharing of spirit and source,
The rapturous unbridled joy of just being,
Together yet apart, unfulfilled, incomplete, and yet,
To reach that somehow seemingly unreachable union,
Remains outside our grasp.

Oh, for changes in the past.
Of dreams of “things different” and their advancement to reality,
Of pain un-endured, raptures unimagined, time un-lost,
Of the paintings passing through my mind,
Whispers of what could be, what must be, what cannot,
And perhaps longed for such a time,
As only lost forever in the caverns of self-doubt.
Future bleak and insatiable,

And yet again hope intercedes into dream,
And the great longing consumes all of heart and soul,
Still the dreams of completeness flow,
Happiness reached, loneliness consumed,
And the journey back to the source as yet unfinished,
So the time is yet fluid, and future unset.

We still can be……

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre November 16th, 2005