...the brief moments of your love are well worth all the long nights of pain... --10/3/73
Author: Lady J (Page 4 of 5)
“How Gentle Is the Rain”
Gentle is the rain that falls upon my window, Gentle as the sound of your voice. I hear your words, a song of peace, and the quiet whisper of laughter that rippled into my life. Gentle is the breeze that floats into my room, Gentle as you move, with elegant dignity. I see you now, snow-white skin, light wisps of hair, soft gray eyes, your hands, your feet, so graceful, so controlled, your smile, spontaneous, tender. Gentle is the sunlight that steals across the floor, Gentle as your touch. I feel your hand, lightly reaching for mine, your hushed lips, barely caressing my own, your warm, existent body lying still in my bed. Gentle are the shadows that fold into the night, Gentle as you faded from my world, drifting out of reach, out of touch, for me to know alone my silent tears of love, and the gentle pain of memory. Gentle is the rain upon my window.... --9/28/73
What is beauty without love?
How lovely is a world
chill with indifference?
The sunshine is warm, and the quiet breeze
is soft upon my face,
but I do not sense it.
I hear the music--the majesty that fills
the cathedral and the peace that echoes
from its splendor.
It reaches me,
it touches my inner being
exultant,
sublime...
I gaze toward the stars--
There is silence
and emptiness--
it is no more.
I am alone.
What is beauty without love?
--9/1/73
“Long Time Ago”
Once I had a lover-- Love! He loved me so, Once I was a lover, Long time ago. We were very young then, Young, too young to know, We were, oh, so young then! Long time ago. It was in the springtime, Earth was all aglow; Love was born in springtime, Long time ago. Summer love did ripen, Warm and sweet did grow; Full was love in summer, Long time ago. Autumn love was silent, Strong the North winds blow; Still was love in autumn, Long time ago. Winter love did wither, Heavy came the snow; Love did die in winter, Long time ago. Spring will be tomorrow, Swiftly time does flow; Yesterday was winter, Long time ago. Love may come again, though When I do not know; Love may come as once was, Long time ago. --1973
Love knows no color, Love knows no race, Love is the stardream I see in your face. Love knows no distance, Love crosses miles, Love is the reason for All of my smiles. Age doesn't matter, Makes no difference what size, All that really matters Is the love in your eyes. Love knows no gender But what's meant to be, Love is this special thing Between you and me. --7/31/93
I've done it again-- I've let myself love. Briefly, deeply, freely-- and now I hurt! He still loves me-- they all did-- as a big sister, or a little sister, or mother-image, or daughter, or a would-be mistress-- they flattered me and pitied me; then, with a soft pat on my empty head, they said goodbye. And I stood alone once more-- as I stand now-- to wait, to hope for a dream unfulfilled, of love that can never be mine, love that lasts 'til the end of always... When the hurt heals, as it will with time, I will love again, and hurt again, each time as bitterly as the last-- Thus my errant heart wanders, forever and completely alone. --7/13/73
Today is past,
faded into yesterday,
And tomorrow,
that I hoped would never come,
is here,
and now.
I can no longer run
or hide
from what which I dared not to see.
For dreams have melted
into sober wakefulness
and reality touches my shoulder
with a cold hand.
Today is tomorrow,
the dreaded never-never time,
And I must rise,
to meet the day,
to stand against the wind,
Or be cast
into
...forever.
--3/17/73
My life is a series of yellow lights... impediments to progress. --2/5/73
Tonight She graduates-- My Cheryl, my Lynn. Tonight--yes, tonight I am here, she is there. I share her joy With a soft nostalgia Remembering Dreaming Hoping Praying for her-- For prayers are about all That we have left To share. --5/22/71
Thank you for
your friendship--
Though I may never tell you
how much
it has meant to me.
--5/5/71
I have decided to accept you
as you are--
without pretense,
or without trying to change you.
For you are you--
whether or not we think alike--
and I admire you
for what you are.
--5/5/71