Dedicated to Daniel in December
One day cloudy gray
Next day sunny bright
Dismal night then pale moon light
Changing moods like phasing moons
Am I wrong or right?
Contrasting views leaving no clues
Why the blues when everything was right?
I’m a sight, cried all night
Do you care? Shall I dare
To keep dreaming or give up the fight?
Your extravagant state, elate
Then perpetuate, my confusion
Delusion and ultimate confusion
Is there an end, or a clue to send
To bring some conclusion?
Tell me soon, my sun-moon
Is my doom in the waiting
Anticipating and contemplating
Hoping against hope, starting to mope.
My Love is constant but yours fluctuating.
TAKE TIME TO NOTICE
The sun comes up along the shore
There Isn’t a doubt that there’ll be no more
Nobody notices
Nobody cares
It’s just another sunrise
Nobody stares,
What if this was the yery last one
We'd cherish it and savor it till
day is done.
The sun goes down along the mount
The stars spread out like drops from
a fountain
Nobody notices the moon
half or whole
Nobody looks at the
sky black as coal
It’s just another night
may it be warm or cold
Savor every moment, is this what
we're told?
Take time to see the sunrise
Take time to see it set
For if you wait too long
there'll be to much to regret.
CREATIVE
Love ya later,
POEMS
Something we take for grante
something we don’t see
ticking away the seconds
until we are set free
Time is here, time is there
in doorways, where the
soul can escape fear
Something we don't touch
tangible it is not
wishes are to keep
because time is keeping us.
A timebomb ticks
as a clock runs down
war machines turn
under a huge mushroom cloud
Where are you going
what are you to do
time has run out
on which road are you.
SENSE TO HEAR
by Daniel Hued
Oh! How I enjoy
my sense to hear
all the wonderful sounds
that nature gives to us.
The songs of the nightingale
that lulls me to sleep each i
The question of the owl
which flies in the air
like a wisper.
The fierce yet gentle wind
that blows beyond my window 1
But what happens when my
sense to hear fails me
and there is only silence?
How can I enjoy life's
most tender songs if my
most precious gift is lost?
Now I will mever ever
be able to hear the
crying of my own
flesh and blood
that I now hold
in my arms.
TIME
night
pane.