Old Stuff

I feel poetic today... which means i go back and read my old poems from when i was able to write good poetry. here are a few selections:

Velvet Dance Floor
All i can do now is stare into the night sky,
wondering why the water isn't as clear.
All i can do now is hope for the long night cries,
or the whispers of a mother kissing her son goodnight.

All that is left is the empty ballroom,
where honor and virtue where left like old shoes in a corner.
All i want is to dance again on my velvet dance floor,
with you in my arms, we'd sway the night till morn'.

that is obviously where i got my screen name from... just so you know.

Cold Summer Nights
These summer nights are getting colder than the winter nights before,
as the snowflakes flow gently through my open door.
I pull the covers up, to keep my body warm,
but the cold is not the snow, it's the deepening pain and scorn.

I role over and try to go to sleep,
where the summer breeze will gently touch my cheek,
but the cold has gone to deep, and my covers are to thin.
So i role up into a slightly tucked up ball,
and wait this night away, from this never ending fall.

and another one, about an old friend of mine:

Silly Girl
You're so funny with your brown wool leggings, and your paper hat. Dancing and laughing with a freedom oh so borrowed, but with a second glance, you look back and forth. You're so self conscious of your face and hands. You're so beautiful, but you just dont see... oh you pretty pretty girl, you're just so silly.

those are all old, and have been posted on other such blog sites that i've had over the years... but i figured i'd post them here as well.