I Saw You in a Cloud-bank

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Photo by J. Casey

I saw you in a cloud-bank,
but lost you in the sky.
Your wondrous face too fragile
as winds did buffet by.
Still, memory has such value
unto my searching eyes.
I know that I have lost you
and makes me want to cry.

I heard two morning dove’s song
outside my window sigh
And when the wind did buffet them
they also said ‘goodbye’.
Still, for my missing songsters,
I sense they may return.
But Johnny, I have lost you
and still, the yearning burns.

I know a star in heaven;
And Johnny is his name.
And when I was not heeding
he wandered from our game.
And when the fields are crowded
with baseball players, fine,
I want to be his catcher’s mitt
for he’s a friend of mine.

My story has no moral:
I have a missing friend.
His name I know is Johnny

the yearning never ends.
And when my mournful say
accompanied with tears
shall meet with my old lover,
I hope it’s he who hears.
Grant that repentance solemn
may seize upon his mind.
Still, hope and consolation
among those fields we find.

 

“Promises”

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“Promises”

You’re rolling out to sea
You’re waving me goodbye
Yet I am not set free
this seagull cannot fly.

“Goodbye”, the buoy tolls.
“I’ll miss you more and more.
Release my restless soul.
Adrift, I cannot soar.”

I’ve learned one certain truth:
there isn’t any death.
There’s only your last words
where I am left bereft.

Don’t ask a ‘pardon me’;
I’ll free you in advance.
I’ll let your kisses go
forgetting our last dance.

Love is a kind of death
like giving up and in.
Don’t ask me not to share
as boundless heartache mends.

Goodbye, goodbye, my heart
your sins now have reprieve
as I forgive your part:
your love did not deceive.

So waves my hurt from shore;
Your wintry face is pale
as I will love you more
as soft now sets your sail.

Love is a kind of death
like giving up and in…
But once the moment’s gone
Love’s promises don’t end.