HEAVEN WAS VISIBLE FOR A MOMENT

There was this brief moment in time.

You, where the essence that lit up for me, heaven.

You, shone so bright, You, made my life so sublime.

There where no ghostly shadows

to haunt my hours, to darken my days.

There was this beautiful magic - so alive.

Now it is but a strange mystery - one to strive

for an answer, an understanding is the direction

that will keep alive one's passion, one's compassion.

I closed my eyes and saw us there.

I opened them - once again, alone, I am here.

Alone, I do believe, is what so many, many fear.

For you my Dear, I have shed many, many a tear.

I know only to well, you want to move on.

I know only to well, between us, all has gone.

I see it in your beautiful dark brown eyes.

I know that all you may have felt for me, dies

every time you have to come in contact with me.

This I believe - with your every action - is what I see.

A future for your Heart, your Spirit, your Soul,

is what you are searching for and this I know.

So Xiao Ling, tell me, how do I let you go ?,

knowing how much I Love You, so.

B. J. "A" 2

January 8th 2011

OBSERVATIONS

A blanket of white covered the ground today,

while the coffin you inhabited, these past years,

- the sarcophagus that hid you from u s -,

lies in a casket of grey, awaiting it's fate,

while you, now as free as the wind, travel on wings

that will carry you passed all the past

that burdened your troubled soul,

your heart, broken so many times,

your spirit crushed by so many,

so many, many times during your brief stay

in this plane, on this little blue planet

that no longer inhibits.

You no longer inhabit.

B. J. "A" 2

December 30th 2010

A FRIEND

A Beautiful Flower, has lost the battle she did wage

against Autumn's decay and winter's icy rage.

We must close the book !, this being the final page.

The play has come to an end, the actress has left the stage.

Barbara Maria Bodnar-Gray

has finally reached that day

we dreaded, but knew she was headed for.

The story has come to an end, closing the door

on all the physical, the emotional pain,

in this life, she will never know again.

For Her Spirit, Her Soul, we do pray,

as they adventure on, getting to know more

then us flawed, mere mortals will ever gain

in this plane, shedding tears like falling rain.

There is little, my Friend, of fifty plus years, I can say,

except, I hope and pray that what ever is in store

for You, as You, climb aboard that train

that takes You, to places You, will meet

up with All, who have gone before, who will greet

You, with open arms, with open heart

as You, touch the edges of a new start.

Barbara, my Dear, You, have great adventures,

enjoy the universe and all it's dimensions -

beyond the one we mortals are trapped in -

now that You, are back on the road again.

We all - for some time - will live with the pain.

B. J. "A" 2

December 24th 2010

Silences

Silences

Down the halls, walking among the walls

of silence, mine and Of, and wonder?,

should I speak in words of thunder,

shatter the empty spaces of either,

or quietly refrain and do neither,

display nothing of what lies behind

those empty spaces - by kind?

Winds so silent, scream, on their way

down the hallways of my brain,

tearing to shreds, what is left

of the curtains that hide emotions.

Hide from those seekers of the soul,

who might care to know

what it is that protects the weakened spirit.

A spirit that waits for a sound so soft,

so pure, so innocent, it enlightens,

lightens the beating heart so heavy

with sadness, creating depressions

that are but gigantic holes

in the life of what is left

of a living being.

An organism - reaching beyond,

beyond it's single celled existence,

beyond it;s sterile, four cornered room -

am I, reaching out, trying to be more then

the nucleus of a protozoan, I am becoming,

more then the vapours of Saint Elmo's fire,

reaching out for warmth, passion, compassion.

B. J. "A" 2

December 24th 2010

XIAO LING

My Fading Sun Shine

Clouds silently slipped in on the bright spot,

those last beautiful moments, with you , I got.

Now I sit in reflection, in gloom,

in my four cornered room.

It happened and your send off was in a shower of tear
drops, sentiments that represent all that I fear.
Fear that, with me, never again will you be near,
except that is, in all the memories I hold so dear.

B. J. "A" 2
December 14th 2010

A POEM IN NEED

A POEM IN NEED

ONE I AM UNABLE TO FILL

Xiao Ling, is a poem that needs to be written.

Xiao Ling, is a poem that I would love to write.

Her inner / outer beauty - with, I have become smitten.

She, for a short while, made me feel life was alright.

I have never been to China.

Think I touched Her Heart so finna?

Reached deep within, to touch Her Soul.

She, I never really got to know.

I am unable to fathom the dreams,

the desires of an other, it seems.

For they / she travels on different beams.

I know , I never touched the edges of Her Heart,

nor the fringes of Her sweet Soul

Her youthful Spirit I did enjoy,

as She allowed much for this old boy

to fill my twilight days with.

The illusion, of touching Her Heart, lingers on

even though, reality is !, She is long gone

in search of Her own dreams and desires

as this old fool faces death, of his burning fires.

What once was, will never come back.

My heart strings, I will have to let be slack

as I crawl among and through every moment

of every experience we shared, that meant

I was alive, living life in fulfillment

of a greater sacrament.

B. J. "A" 2

November 4th 2010

A Philosophy

Life lived, is but taking hold of all the fleeting moments,

it's reality offers, and making them ours for as long as they last.

When they have run their coarse, given all they posses, dissipate,

fade into the books of history, we must give thanks, be grateful,

cherish every nuance, every beam, every ray, every wave length,

- all that gave them life and life meaning. -

Remember, give for as long as it takes and then move on

regardless of the rain that surely will fall

regardless of the pain that surely will pall

B.J."A" 2

October 22nd 2010