My Quiet Home

Mountain of Angels, a stone's throw away
Once a volcano, no more
watching over all that goes on around
as you have countless ages before

My quiet home, pathetic and small
midst rolling hills, next to the sea
The place where I've lived, many a year
with a beauty I no longer see

I come in at the end of each day
the same hollow silence I greet
No one to say "Hi " or offer a hug
No loving eyes there to meet

I sit everyday in my little world
lost in my thoughts far away
dreaming and wishing for far better things
that miracles might soon come my way

A bored tv sleeps, no longer required
the passion for repeats long since died
This Toshiba is all I require right now
The key to my goals held inside

All that I hear and all that I see
and all that I love it keeps there
my constant companion, to light up the night
and show me for whom I do care

When darkness falls, I sit and await
the comforting blanket of night
the light of the screen to steer me by
and a lamp to ensure I draw right!

The blackness would help me, back in the day
when poems of love did abound
Invisible tears, lost in the abyss
and falling without but a sound

Incredible tiredness, returns with the light
to punish me for not having rest
but that I can take. What really hurts more
is the loneliness that I detest

My bed lies empty, behind closed doors
It's promise of rest I refuse
a sacrifice made in the name of love
that no lack of sleep can diffuse

The one that I love, a long way from here
is awake when I should be at rest
but I long for a word, or better yet three,
that conspire to make me feel best..

A snatched conversation, some words oh too brief
A moment between us so rare
How could I sleep, and know that you called
for me and I just wasn't there?

I punish myself for not being better
for failing myself in the past
But Life I can't live in regret any more
I don't want these bad feelings to last

I have, far away, the one who loves me
and makes me feel special and warm
Her love gives me purpose, keeps my course true
and shows me the way in the storm

Some days I struggle, some are a breeze
But all the time this longing still grows
To be with the one I love more than all
To her, my heart, my soul, my love, flows




No amount of sleep, or lack of, could fill
This hole in my life til you're here
No amount of words, of all-night pics drawn
could e'er replace holding you near

All that I have, in a heartbeat I'd leave
cos for you it just don't mean a thing
Material goods that can never replace
Your love, or hearing you sing

I'd surrender it all to be by your side
To give my life meaning anew
Cos all that I want is so far away
and all that I want is you..




My quiet home, pathetic and small
has witnessed some tears and some pain
but also it harbors within these four walls
a feeling so powerful, yet plain

Overwhelming, all-consuming, love from within
That I have and put into my art
be it words or pictures, inspired the same
by the love for you held in my heart