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A PASSAGE IN TIME
Oh to be able to return
To
a time
Of simplicity
Of days gone by
Only now in a dream
In a vision that accompanies
Our slumber
So real
So
vivid
Only to be whisked away
When the eyes open
The dream ends
When the sleep is taken from us
But, alas,
the thoughts remain
Burning brightly
In our minds
A path to the days gone by
A road map to a simpler time
A
passage in time
Forever emblazoned in our memories
Asleep there are no tears
Did you ever cry so much
Your
eyes begin to hurt
Your mind loses control over your thoughts
You feel a pain deep within your head
It grows stronger
With
each new tear that forms
In the corner of your eye
There seems to be no end
To the stabbing pain
To the throbbing
In
the center of your mind
The center of your soul
The only relief is sleep
Deep and dark
The sleep of despair
The
sleep of the lonely
There is peace here
My cries wane
My tears dry
Alone I sleep
At Peace
I search.
I seek.
Alas to no avail.
Will my heart
ne'er solace find?
Solace, peace, happiness in kind?
'Tis not to be with this my heart.
From this body with my soul
doth part.
In life I am lost.
My senses grow weak.
To regain my heart, my soul,
The goal I seek
Alas my soul,
my heart are gone.
No more I wish to carry on.
With my last moment.
My last breath.
I find peace, my heart solace,
In
death.
Awaken I will not
Tired, sleepy eyes slowly closing
Scattered
visions in my mind stirring
What ventures await me this night
What lives will I visit in my sleep
Who will I be in
my sleep
Where will my dreams take me
This night, as my eyes catch
The last fleeting moments
Of my bedroom
Of
my life
Of reality
When I awaken
What will I remember
What tales will I have to tell
Of the nights adventures
Will
I awaken with fear, laughter, happiness or tears
As I slowly drift off into unconciousness
My mind will flare with the
brilliance of a thousand candles
My dreams will now be my reality this night
Perhaps when the time comes, awaken I will
not
Love's Fleeting Moments
Here for a minute
Then gone
For
an hour, a day...a lifetime
Love comes but once
True love
Knocks at the door to your heart
If you fail to answer
You
will never know true love
If by chance you should hear
That knock that only comes once
True love will be yours
Forever
more
You will never know life, without love
I await that fateful knock at my door
At the door to my heart
Will
I answer, or cower in fear
Will I hide and pretend not to hear
Am I ready to know true love
Am I prepared to have
true love in my life
My Tears
The tears well up in my eyes
Soon
there is no stopping them
They begin to fall
First upon my face
Then from there
To the floor at my feet
As
they fall there is no sound
That is until they reach the ground
Then with a nary a sound
They puddle at my feet
But
the sound I hear
Is deafening
The sound rings in my ears
Shaking my mind
Quaking my soul
Till I hear only my
tears
I hear nothing else
My mind is filled with only the sound of my tears
I know of no way to quell the clamor
To
quiet the storm
Serenity
It's paradoxical
That when
You are paitient
With others
When you have stopped
Insisting
and forcing
The very thing
You are hoping
for
The very thing
You have been
trying
To accomplish
Can happen
The Color of Snow
The snow falls gently
Pure and
white
Changing in color
As the morning sun
Cracks the sky
Deepest purple
Fiery red
Blazing orange
Brilliant
yellow
Then as the sun
Is highest in the sky
All is white
As far as can be seen
As the sun leaves for night
All
the colors return
To the snow
Yellow, orange, red, purple
Gone is the white
The Mist
A cool morning. A mist stretches from near to far..a fog
I
ponder what the day will bring my way
Early. Walking with my little Beagle companion
I walk through the mist, it is
cool to the touch
Yet, the more I walk, the warmer I become
The cool mist offers no relief to the fire inside
My
little companion shows no sign of tiring, yet
The fire in me is slowly sapping my strength
My will to continue wanes
What
I desire is to simply lay myself down
On the grass, in the mist. Lying down to cool myself
Attempting to quench the
fire inside
Alas to no avail, it burns brighter, stronger, hotter!
It consumes me. I am no more lying on the grass
In
the mist. I am now a mere wisp of smoke
Trailing off into the morning air
I too will soon disappear. With the cool morning
mist
As the sun peers over the horizon
And begins to warm the earth another day
The mist and what is left of me,
will simply.....go away
The Rain of Life
The rain pours from above
A downpour,
driving all in its way to the ground
Nothing can withstand the pounding
The thrashing of wind and rain together
All
is beaten down
A lost and lonely night this is
Though it is rain, rain is water and water is life
Without the new
life that water brings
There would be nothing, only death and darkness
When I hear the rain beating upon my door, my
windows and my roof
I no longer think of the destruction it may bring
I look rather to the beauty the following morn
brings
With the water of life feeding all about me
My day is made beautiful by the storms of the evening past
You
and I now have many storms to weather
Yet when the morn finally comes
The water of life from all those storms will make
beautiful
Our new life together!
I will await the dawn with you
I know it will come and then our new life will...
be
The Sunrise This Morn
The sunrise this morn
Hues of
red trimmed in gold
Far off in the distance
I watch a new day unfold
The briliance of the morning sun
Much
to nightfalls disdain
Bathes my world with color
And warms us with its fiery mane
Such that it is this gift of colors
From
GOD a gift to enjoy and share
So many will let it go by unoticed
Rushing the day with out a care
Drive here, run there, not a moments
peace
No time to breathe or relax with a sigh
To many, the colors are just another day
So many sights to treasure,
merely slip by
The Way
The road winds about
Here and
there
Like a ribbon forever it goes
Perhaps a ribbon gently laid
Upon the ground
Allowed to fall where it may
With
twists and turns
Heaves and swallows
Peaks and valleys
With no vision of where
This road may lead
I am unsure
of my destination
If by chance along the way
A fork in the road appears, a crossroads
Will I know which way to go
What
will guide me along my way
I must look deep into my soul, my heart
For the answer to my question -where-
God be my
light in my heart, my soul
Let me not wander, lost and alone
TO KNOW ME
To know me is to never forget me.
To
truly know me is to never want to forget me.
To have the knowledge of my existance
Trapped not only in your mind
But
within the fibers of your soul
Your heart,
Your very life
I am deep within you
Touching all there is of you
Every
feeling you have, I give you
Every sensation is from my touch
Every vision I put before your eyes
Every thought I
place in your mind
Knowing me is to live with love
Loving me is to die with ecstacy
In my arms
I will never give
you reason
To wish to leave me
As a memory
Scarred upon your minds landscape
Rather I would wish
I could leave
you with
A new brushstroke
Upon the canvas
Of your life
Perhaps not a new color each stroke
But definitely
a new pattern
A new intensity
To each stroke
A new memory of me
That you will one day
Truly say
You know
me
And will ne'er forget me
Each New Day
Approach each day fresh and
new
Look to the sky bright and blue
O're the horizon is another venture true
And rewards there waiting to be taken
by you
In Time
A concept
A thought
A
plan
A desire
Will I be there in time
To complete my task
To finish my work
To meet with my friends
To relax
and enjoy myself
What if I am late
Will I be rushed
Will I be hurried
Will my schedule suffer
Will my day be
ruined
Should I let this be
Is being late enough to curse the day
Is being late really that bad
Is being late
reason to suffer
Is being late such an evil
That I'll always be there in plenty of time
This Day
Hello to you!
My inner self
How
are you today?
What adventures await you?
What events will fill your day?
Will it be a peaceful day?
A day of
rest and quiet solitude
Will it be a day frought with unrest?
Will it be distressed?
Only time will tell
Whether
or not
My innerself will rest easy
At days end
Or if it will be wrought with pain
With a desire to forget this
day
Ever happened, ever took place
It is my choosing, my destiny I make
How this day begins, how it ends
This
day, the present... A gift from GOD
Is totally within my hands
The Hospital Room
Walls of white
Ceiling so bright
Basking in light
Something's
not right
There's no one here
It's rather queer
No one to hear
My cries of fear
The door is now closed
The
drapes and blinds drawn
I am here in this room
All alone until dawn
The lights go out
And with a thunderous
shout
The room goes black
There's no turning back
Noises in the night
Fill my soul with fright
Fear sings
its woeful song
And I tremble the whole night long
The night's movements are slow
Into the dark my heart sinks
low
Fear and desperation within me grow
How long this goes on I do not know
Deeper and deeper into the depths
I
descend the dark sides' ne'er ending clefts
To where lost hopes and dreams have eternally slept
To where the seeds of
my fears have crept
There I lie awaiting the morn'
When the light of a new day is suddenly born
The brilliance
of day tells night to take warn
The blackness of night is shredded and torn
Light fills the room
And like a powerful
tide
The light basks o'er everything
Nothing can hide
I find it odd though
My fears do not quell
They race
through my mind
With a clamorous knell
The walls are again white
The ceiling once more is bright
Everything
basks in the light
Still, something is not right
Each Trip Home
The sun goes down
On yet another day
Of my brief time away
From
the busy world
I live in each day
Here, in quiet solitude
In constant communication
WIth nature
With friends
With
my inner self
I treasure these moments
So much happens each visit
Each trip home
I leave a small piece of existence
My
soul, my self
On this ground
In this place
In the air
In the trees
Amazing it is
I know one day
I will
leave all of me
Here
I will rest
Eternally
The weekend mural
The weekend slowly fades
Into a memory
Painted on the canvas of my
mind
Rich with colors
Vibrant with life
Though now the colors begin to fade
Quietly into darkness
As I close
my eyes this night
I know
In my heart
My mind
My soul
This weekend, though over it is
Will live on forever
In
my mind
My time here, though short it is
These journeys so brief
Yet, the time spent this weekend
With friends
Measured
in days, hours or even minutes
Cannot begin to measure
The breadth and depth
Of the memories
On the mural
On
the canvas of my mind
I Love the Snow!
I love the snow!
Especially
at night
With the moonlight and the glow of streetlights
Illuminating the snowscapes with a ghostly hue....
Amazing
that something as simple as snow
Can take on such a wonderful beauty
When it falls and lays upon the various shapes
of the terrain,
Be those shapes man-made or natural
Oh and then to be blown into even more beautiful shapes
As the
little flakes are tussled and tossed about
In the strong winter breezes!
Mmmmm.
Like a fairytale land!
So pleasing
to behold!
Serendipitous to the eyes......
The mind.......
Aaahhhhhh!
Ever changing
Like the landscapes
Of
our dreams
When we sleep
Close your eyes
For but a moment
And the world around you
Has changed
Blown about
by the winds of change
Not unlike the random shapes
Of clouds in the sky,
The snow is pushed about by the wind......
Long
flat plains like cirrus clouds,
Tall skyscraping mountains of drifting snow
Not unlike cumulus clouds!
Alas, then
finally the blowing snow itself
Creating a difficult to see through
Wall of white
Not unlike the stratus clouds
That
line the outer atmosphere.
Mmmmmmm!
I love the snow!
Michael
18.Feb.2003
Shapes in the Snow
I think of the likeness
Of the blowing snow
To the feminine form...
The rises and falls,
Peaks
and valleys,
Swells and swallows...
The curved shapes
Created in the snow
By the howling winds
Not unlike
the curved form
Of a lovely lass
As shaped
By the breath of GOD...
Mmmm, I could go on,
Yes,
I could
go on...
Forever....
Michael
18.Feb.2003
A Friend
And what is a friend
But someone who,
After everyone else.....
Has changed
Has grown away from you
Has gone away from you
Has
left you behind
Has died
Has married
Has remarried
Has forgotten you
Has broken your heart
Had their heart
broken by you
Has broken your trust
Has lost trust in you
Has hurt you
Has been hurt by you
Has kept your secrets
Has
secrets kept from them
Has taken all they can take from you
Has swallowed their pride
Has turned feelings inside
Has simply had enough of it all.....
Chooses to remain by your side,
With their hand holding yours
Helping
you stand against the winds of life
That would most definitely fell anyone
Who has no friend
By their side
I will be that friend
Will you be mine?
Michael F. Palmosina II
12.nov.2003
Another day
Another day
Too soon they go by
Another day
Without a hello, or
goodbye
Another day
Just seems to slip away
Another day
Memories begin to fray
Another day
Suddenly there's
no more
Another day
Nothing to wait for
Another day
Life has all gone away
Another day
All has gone astray
Another
day
There is no more to do
Another day
No one waiting for you
Another day
No one to help you live
Another
day
No one has anything to give
Another day
No one there to see you go
Another day
Nothing left to show
Another
day
That you were even here
Another day
Nothing left, I fear
Another day
No more a memory
Another day
No
one to care for me
Another day
So now I leave this place
Another day
With so many tears on my face
Another
day
And no one sees me cry
Another day
And no one watches me die
Another day
I die every day
Another day
Since
you went away
Another day
Is there no end to this
Another day
No, not since that last kiss, Another day
Michael F. Palmosina II
18.nov.2003
Dewdrops
Dewdrops
Upon the petals of a rose
Glisten in the morning sunlight
Not
unlike the stars
That glisten
In your eyes
At night........
Dewdrops
Gather on the leaves
I in turn gather this nectar of a new
day
I am parched
The night was long and hot
And I thirst
For the water of life
The nectar of the misty morn
The
dew drops...
That have gathered
Michael
20.02.2004
WOULD THAT WE MEET....
Would that one day come that we should meet
That our eyes shoould become
fixed upon each other
Across a room
Across the street
Across a lake
I would look deep into the eyes I trust so
And
come to know so much more
About who it is that resides behind those smiling eyes.
Who it is that has captured my thoughts.
Who
it is that holds the key to the mystery of
Who this woman is
Who I wish to spend
The rest of my life with
Michael
20.02.2004
MEMORIES OF THE CARBON LAB
Dark
Dank
Dismal
Dirty
Decrepit
Depressing
Deteriorating
Distressed
Clumps
of Carbon On Dirty Desktops
Light
It is there
The switch is on
But still dim
Far too much green
To much
to be seen
Strange how I am
Somewhat happy to see
The dirt collected
On the walls
The doors
The floor
To
cover some of the green
Oh how long it has been
Since we both walked away
Not looking back since the day
The door
closed behind I, then you
We both found more to do
Something interesting and new
But alas, apart too
But the images
and thoughts
Of days gone by
When we were forever cleaning
God, our skin was so dry
Those days were good
Though
the past they now be
Those days were fun
You working all night with me
Or perhaps it was the day shift
Or even
the afternoon
On the way home
The way lighted by the moon
The days and nights in that lab
Were hard to leave behind
The
memories of it all
Still flicker time to time
If I could do it all again
Would I take the same part
Aye, yes my
friend I would do so
You are still in my heart
Michael F. Palmosina II
20.sep.2001
DAY IS DONE
Day is done
Nightfall is but a breath away
Oh to feel the sweetness
of the nightfall air
As it touches our skin
The dampness cools the fire
Burning within
Come my love
Sit with
me in the garden
Feel the nightfall air about you
Take it into you
Take that breath with me
Let us fill our lungs
With
the sweetness of the nightfall air
In unison our chests rise, expand, fill
Day is done
The nightfall air is but a
breath away
Together we breathe
Michael 24.march.2004
DARK
Dark
Dirty light
Black surroundings
All is without color
No
movement is noticed
No motion detected
Life goes on unseen
We wonder, "Why is it this way?"
Suddenly--
A light!
A bright, clean light!
No more dark!
Colorful
Surroundings!
We see all movement
All motion detected
We see our lives
We see ourselves
We wish it were dark
again.
Michael
NOT AT ALL
Step by step
In faith
The rocky climb
And then, at length the Summit!
Exhilaration,
yes!
But yet much, much more
In utter cloudlessness
How clear the view
From here big objects
Seem so small
And
the little things,
Are not at all
Even so,
Upon GOD's mountain peak
Of a steep and rocky
Life experience
The
rugged climb, at length achieved!
Exhilaration, yes!
But yet much, much more
Here where earthly vision clears
A
new perspective soon appears
From here big problems
Seem so small
And the little ones
Are not at all!!
Michael
I TOUCH THE KEYS....
I touch the keys
The words appear
Before my eyes
With one last
keystroke
Those words are on their way
To you
At the speed of lightning
You make one keystroke
And my words
Are
before you
Do you see
All I have written
The feelings
The love
The soul searching
The feelings of being
alone
In a world moving too fast
Everything changing
Around me
I cannot grasp it all
So much escapes me
Lost
and alone
Some more keystrokes
Some more thoughts
Appear before me
And then before you
Are my words touching
you
Are my thoughts becoming yours
Touching the keys again
Wanting to touch you
Knowing I cannot
Wondering
why
Missing your touch
Not knowing when
We can Be again
Pain and sorrow
Flow from my fingers
To the keys
With
each keystroke
And with one final keystroke
It is all gone from my view
From your next keystroke
It is all before
you
Do you hear my thoughts
Do you hear my cries
Do you hear me
Michael
12.apr.2004
A NEW DAY?
Is it really a new day
What has changed
Only time, nothing else
Life
has stopped
Time moves on
Yet I live no more
I feel no more love this day
Than I felt yesterday
My heart is
just as empty
As it was 24 hours ago
The tears I weep now
Are nothing more than
A continuation of those
I've
wept for weeks
Months
Years gone by
An endless supply of tears
An endless supply of time
Both with me forever
Time
and tears flow
Through my life
Yet nothing changes
Everything remains the same
The pain of heartache
Continues
never-ending
The empty feelings persist
A loveless existence maintained
Alone, I go on
Into a new day
Is it
really a new day?
Michael F. Palmosina II
13.April.2004
Has anyone ever told you......
Has anyone ever told you?
Just
how special you are
The light that you emit
Lights the night like a star
Has anyone ever told you?
How
important you make others feel
Somebody out there is smiling
About love that is so real
Has anyone ever told you?
Many
times, when they were sad
Your presence made them smile a bit
In fact it made them glad
For all the time you spend
Sharing
whatever you find
There are no words to thank you
But somebody thinks you?re fine
Has anyone ever told you?
Just
how much they love you
Well, my dearest friend
Today I am telling you
Michael F. Palmosina II
02.aug.2000
If........
Such a big word is "if"
Only
one syllable has the word "if"
Only two letters has the word "if"
Only one meaning has the word "if"
Yet so powerful
its purpose
If can ask a question....What if?........
If can make a statement.....If I.........
If can connect two
thoughts...we could do this if we do that...
If can begin a dream........"If only I could............"
If can be used
so many ways
If only I could be with you now.
If
only I had you in my arms right now
If we were together this very moment
If we could spend this and every night together
If
"us" could be this day
If you and I could go "our" way
If "we" were able to say
If the time for us is today
If
you and I may
In some special way
Make the distance go away
That we could spend every day
Together come what may
If
only we could
If only
If
Michael F. Palmosina II
1.sep.2000
The Sounds of the Storm
Tis a cool and wet day
Alas, for the night
Was filled with storms
And
the heavens did weep
With each thunderous clap
Of the battling angels.
Be not afraid of the sounds though
For
this is how mother nature
Replenishes herself
And refreshes the dry earths scalp.
Alas, though it makes
For some
A
dreaded night,
But for me,
A night of wonderment
With the visions of the angels
Alighting the midnight sky.
I,
for one,
Love with thunder
The lightning
The rain
And the winds that howl.
For me
It is the sound of life
And
it can also be
The sounds of love.
The thunderous claps...
the sounds of two bodies
Joining as one.
The lightning......
The sparks of electricity
Between lovers.
The rain,
The sweat of lovers
Writhing
In a tumultuous
Lovers
dance.
The howling winds.......
The voices of lovers
Entwined
And in the throws of ecstacy.....
Need I go
on?
Nay, tis not necessary
But I tell you,
Just heed the sounds
Of the storm,
Of love.
Perchance,
They
may be calling out,
To you
Michael F. Palmosina II
26.jul.2005
A Winter Surprise!
What a
surprise to drive through the dark early morn with the headlights on only to have their brilliance reflected back to
my unwary eyes by the multitude of snowflakes filling the air in a fitful flurry! My goodness how they flitted
about like so many moths gathering towards a flame. It made it difficult to see the road before me! High beams
low beams alas to no avail. The only solution, drive a lil’ bit slower than normal and keep your wits about you!
Aaahhh! The beginning of the Winter season! How bittersweet. Alas, to know the warmth of summer
is not to be for lo so many months, yet the brilliance of the new fallen snow is beckoning me to welcome winter with grand
applause! Allay, Alluh! Blow wind blow and drive the billowing snow hither and thither at your will! Cover
the lowland, the highland, the mountains and valleys in your wintry' white blanket! Clothe the now barren leaf trees
and the mighty pines in your cloak of white! Yes, your blanket, your cloak will comfort the earth and ready it for Spring!
Yes, I will miss the summer to some extent. Yes, I will miss the Fall with its rich colors and cool rains driving
me into my home, to my fireplace for warmth. Yea, I will look forward the Spring and the melting of Winters sting. Yes!
Yes! Yes! All is not lost though, as I have the Winter to revel in for the next few months! I will play
in the snow! I will breathe in the cold, crisp air! I will watch as nature covers herself in a blanket of white
to ready herself for her coming out in the Spring!
Yea, that I should not take in each season for its best
attributes lest I lose sight of what it truly is to live where one is exposed to all four seasons! Imagine a Spring
without a Winter? A Summer without a Spring, A Fall without a Summer? Or at the very least, a Winter, without
a Fall! Here in Western Pennsylvania, we are privy to it all!
Alas, we can look with jaded eyes as Winter
approaches us or we can trade those jaded eyes for some rose colored glasses and enjoy what nature has tossed our way! For
me, I will enjoy, revel if you will, in the slow mutating of Fall to Winter and I will enjoy all of the Winter
I can whilst I wait for the coming of Spring!
Michael F. Palmosina II
25. October.2005
The Symphony in the Silence
The quiet solitude broken
By the waves
crashing on the shore
A symphony in the silence
A harmonious, never ending chord
My mind is filled with
visions
Of surf beating upon the sand
My eyes closed yet I see
The musicians of natures band
As far
as one can hear
Up and down the empty shores
Nature plays on and on
Her captivating musical scores
The
calm forever broken
By her unrelenting rhythm
I listen to her singing
The words of a voiceless hymn
No
words ever spoken
No sound a man can make
Can e’er replace the beauty
Of the resonance of natures wake
I
listen, oh how I listen
To the story being told
Of how the surf and sand are one
The story now unfolds
The
magnificent life within the water
Meets the finite mortality of the sand
And for a brief moment there is fluidity
There
where the water meets the land
The sand and water mingle
In an erotic lovers dance
Yet then the water leaves
the sand
And it comes to a halting stance
But… the shape of the surf
Has forever been changed
That
short intimate dance
Has left the sand re-arranged
No longer is the sand fluid
Its life passed away
But
only for a brief moment
Another wave comes this way
Such is the life within us all
For moments on end we
are quick
No one dares to make a move
Our bodies cold and thick
But at a moments notice
A silent symphony
breaks out
Someone touches our lifeless form
As the crashing waves do shout
We move for a moment
The
water shaping our beings
Then suddenly as quick as it began
It comes to an immediate end
The silent symphony
continues
Awaiting the next verse
Once again we are still
An interminable curse
The waves crashing on
the shore
The surf and the sand still dance
The sound of it all unceasing
This symphony in the silence
Michael the Poet
Ghostlight Poetry
15.oct.2006
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