TWELVE BAGS OF WORRY

Whoa! Watch your smile sir

Careful, my burden’s heavy

I almost dropped a bag there

Outta my twelve big bags of worry

‘Twas almost that silent night

In the last month of the year

I juggled my way through the street

Dodging laughter and good cheer

I thought I was doing okay

Till I heard that happy melody

One bag, two bag, three bags down

Oh no! That’s too many

Soon cries of my broken heart

Drowned the steady knocks of joy

Till I tripped on a smile and dropped some,

While I picked a girl’s stocking and toy

Hugs and kisses, faith and hope

All bade farewell to pain

Just halfway down the street

And I was friends with life again

Red and green replaced dull and grey

Wait… how come the bags are just four?

Golden bells chimed in reply

You forgot some outside St. Patrick’s door

Friendly gazes tugged at my bags

Message from home poked my heart

I held on tight to my bags so lone

Till the kiss of love let them all fall apart

Whoa! A smile for you sir

Can’t stop dancing now, honey

I traded my burden with Christmas cheer

Gone are the twelve big bags of worry

Song for you...

A million thoughts run wild
As those innocent eyes gleam.
Oh girlie, won't you tell me
What that wicked smile means?

You hide behind perfection
Alas! For how long?
All rules will be forgotten
When you hear your favourite song!

You move like a dream,
Give your all, or none...
And when it's dark and cold
You shine brighter than the sun.

Like two lucid notes
From the same melody,
Friend, room-mate, soul sister...
I rejoice in our familiarity.

You are the voice in my head
a gentle reminder of who I've become.
I am you, you are me
And we are one!

orange trees

Orange trees

Dancing to a summer dream

A breezy game

I hear them whisper your name

Glistening blues

Wish I could sail with you

Midnight sky

Empty like a silent good-bye

A perfect way to bid good-bye

Each second brings me closer
To the very end.
I sit here and wonder
Why did it all begin?

Can I wrap those days
In a final embrace?
Will I move on just fine
Or stay in this haze?
Will you kiss me till
It hurts no more?
Will you sing that song
Till I hear no more?
Will silence be my reward,
Or words your weapon?
will tears drown this sorrow,
Or a night soon forgotten...

A bit long or too short,
With a smile or a sigh-
Tell me, is there really
A perfect way to bid good-bye?