another tale to tell

the sun was cold,
a sky in tears,
pity shed upon an unknown,
in such a day birds seize to fly,
the wind hardly swirls,
and trees merely dance,
to such a day this soul lay undeterred,
a naked lifeless body,
the last garments by poverty eaten away,
and to all that saw,
to all that had seen,
such a scene but another tale to tell...

©skillz

strange love

sweet stranger ,
today from a dream i woke in thoughts of you,
a face i hardly know,
yet in many a ways prayer that it be the sight of my awakening,
upon which walls thy self shelter,
hard for i to tell,
all that be known to me is this heart,
that a residence for you offer,
through wires that voice been heard,
still clinging it be the melody to fill this air,
from still photos that body a fantasy i get,
castles in the air a foundation want,
for that hold and warmth to have,

and so dear stranger that in dreams of i get lost,
here sits a heart that in many ways of you pain,
and it on such a lovers day to you this write,
the sun was warm,
the moon was bright,
the skies were dark,
but your smile had a light,
and upon your touch for long i wait,
upon your love that be my bait.....


(R) skillz

a valentine cry

he wrote a poem,
of sad days and gloomy nights,
of pain and tears that forever flow,
and to this poem the wind read,
the sun burnt and the skies cried,
a pale heart he had ,
swollen eyes,
and torn lips,

and while the world in stars dined,
and castles wined,
he had a shade under the marriage tree,
with rings engraved her name and his,
all that could tell of a torn man,
a dead soul,
and a broken spirit,

and to his pen that a message sent,
he wrote,
she left me on valentine's eve,
and to you valentine i write,
cupid arrows shall never me find,
and never Venus upon my skies light,

and with such he closed his eyes,
and listened to the air around and falling leaves,
that fell on a valentine night...

(skillz)

a gun for the isle

i walk in great sorrow,
a barrel won't leave,
to forces unknown i had to give in,
now it be tears about to fall,
words from a book many a soul has saved,
a cross,
and this red garment i got my feet on,
the crowd cheers,
in their colors,
i be left to wish for dark suits,
a casket,
but no i won't,
she got me,
and a gun for the isle..

©skillz