Far down in the tunnel I see a light
is it a train or the tunnels end.
Should I hide or run to that light?
What if I do not chose right?
Down the steep mountain side,
it's fast curves run left and right.
Should I keep you close by my side?
What if I never take that ride?
I see the waves breaking over land,
standing beside my tiny boat.
Should I try to sail from this land?
What if I just leave it in the sand?
You're like water rushing over a river stone
singing a song just for my ears.
Should I add just one more stone?
What if I pass, can I bear to be alone?
Copyright ©2001 Ellis William Moore
October 28, 2009
October 26, 2009
Love:
She looks through her eyes so bright
like dewdrops glistening on lilies white.
Seeing her lover standing there so strong
gives her the strength for this day so long.
Leaning on those arms that hold up her soul
she feels of warmth and womanly glow.
He seems further away; then she remembers
his smile not so bright, charming or tender.
She looks through his eyes and sees another.
The hurt, fear and betrayal makes her shudder.
Her heart grows cold and those eyes go dim.
What could she have ever seen in him?
Copyright ©2001 Ellis William Moore
like dewdrops glistening on lilies white.
Seeing her lover standing there so strong
gives her the strength for this day so long.
Leaning on those arms that hold up her soul
she feels of warmth and womanly glow.
He seems further away; then she remembers
his smile not so bright, charming or tender.
She looks through his eyes and sees another.
The hurt, fear and betrayal makes her shudder.
Her heart grows cold and those eyes go dim.
What could she have ever seen in him?
Copyright ©2001 Ellis William Moore
October 21, 2009
Have you ever:
Have you ever tried to hold the wind
with leaves running around?
Have you ever tried to find a friend
when looking all over town?
Have you ever tried to catch a smile
that's not for you it seems?
Have you ever tried to run a mile
around the rainbow's beams?
Have you ever tried to take a thought
out into the burning light?
Have you ever tried true love brought
in the middle of the night?
Have you ever tried to find one word
you will never get to rhyme?
Have you ever tried to give to her
the truest love of all time?
Copyright ©2001 Ellis William Moore
with leaves running around?
Have you ever tried to find a friend
when looking all over town?
Have you ever tried to catch a smile
that's not for you it seems?
Have you ever tried to run a mile
around the rainbow's beams?
Have you ever tried to take a thought
out into the burning light?
Have you ever tried true love brought
in the middle of the night?
Have you ever tried to find one word
you will never get to rhyme?
Have you ever tried to give to her
the truest love of all time?
Copyright ©2001 Ellis William Moore
October 19, 2009
Can They:
I stand and feel the wind go by
and watch the rustling of the leaves.
I know there is a God because
he made every one of the trees.
Did all the stars in the sky get in
their places from one big boom?
No, God hung them one by one,
like we would decorate a room.
I know scientists have pulled
my DNA apart by every strain.
Now let's see if they can make
a woman out of a rib from a man.
Can they give her a soul and have
her bear new life from within?
Will she know right from wrong
so she won't have to face her sins?
Why do they try and make me believe
things that I know are not so?
When I die I have no doubt I will have
a much better place to go?
Copyright ©2001 Ellis William Moore
and watch the rustling of the leaves.
I know there is a God because
he made every one of the trees.
Did all the stars in the sky get in
their places from one big boom?
No, God hung them one by one,
like we would decorate a room.
I know scientists have pulled
my DNA apart by every strain.
Now let's see if they can make
a woman out of a rib from a man.
Can they give her a soul and have
her bear new life from within?
Will she know right from wrong
so she won't have to face her sins?
Why do they try and make me believe
things that I know are not so?
When I die I have no doubt I will have
a much better place to go?
Copyright ©2001 Ellis William Moore
October 14, 2009
Fall:
Fall:
Maple trees out back in the yard
with leaves turning golden-brown.
The sun is bright but the air is crisp
I pull my coat up tighter around.
A crow, with strong black wings outstretch
floats to the leafy covered ground.
Trails of smoke rise from the chimneys,
slowly trickling up into the sky.
Cows seem restless wanting me to hurry
for the sun is rising high.
The smell of hickory bacon cooking
fills the air making my taste buds sigh.
Looking across the grassy meadow
I see ducks flying over the pond so low.
My friend stops by to talk about the harvest
and ask if summer went by too slow.
I looked around at all that has happened
turning I smile and whisper no.
Copyright ©2002 Ellis William Moore
October 12, 2009
Wind Runner’s:
Run Tumble Weeds run
racers across the vast plains of time
running before the wind.
No home to call your own
clinging to anything you can
in hopes to find a place for yourself.
On Tumble Weeds on
you left the home of your youth
for the future of those to come.
Before you lies open nothingness
with only the wind to guide you
and the will to seek anew.
Run on Tumble Weeds run on.
Copyright ©2005 Ellis William Moore
racers across the vast plains of time
running before the wind.
No home to call your own
clinging to anything you can
in hopes to find a place for yourself.
On Tumble Weeds on
you left the home of your youth
for the future of those to come.
Before you lies open nothingness
with only the wind to guide you
and the will to seek anew.
Run on Tumble Weeds run on.
Copyright ©2005 Ellis William Moore
October 7, 2009
From a comment
I was asked to post a comment I made
from another blog. Jamie Dedes its been tweaked.
A female chauvinist
you call yourself
for you see things
of love, as woman
A strong sailing ship,
a brand new car
or a rainbow after
a sweet summer rain
Then what would I be
for only a woman could
inspire so much love
like the crescent moon
The man in the moon
is only there because
she holds him
dear to her heart
First time written for http://musingbymoonlight.com/
Second time posted for http://sarahealy.com/
from another blog. Jamie Dedes its been tweaked.
A female chauvinist
you call yourself
for you see things
of love, as woman
A strong sailing ship,
a brand new car
or a rainbow after
a sweet summer rain
Then what would I be
for only a woman could
inspire so much love
like the crescent moon
The man in the moon
is only there because
she holds him
dear to her heart
First time written for http://musingbymoonlight.com/
Second time posted for http://sarahealy.com/
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)