Archive for the ‘Eyes’ Tag

) For a Valentine (   1 comment


When I see the warmth in your eyes

And the joy in your smile

My heart hears the music of your love






Posted February 10, 2018 by PapaBear in A Little Romance, Experiences, holiday, Personal, Poetry

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~ Night Dreams ~   1 comment




Tonight I am far away.

I am in another time and space, holding a beautiful young girl in my arms and dancing to

the melody of a soft, slow waltz.  She is smiling sweetly.  No words are spoken.  None need

be as our hearts are so entwined that each knows instinctively what the other is thinking.

There are at least a hundred other people at the dance but we neither see nor hear them as

we are lost in an intimately private world of our own.

 Veranda - Buena Vista - Biloxi

The music in the Buena Vista ballroom died and the band packed up and was leaving.  We danced out onto the veranda to the music that kept playing in our hearts that night.  Til then, neither had voiced the words “I love you”, but we’d heard them a thousand times in each other’s eyes.



Frost Maiden   1 comment



Out in a snowdrift

No palace she keeps

In the deep chill of the winter

The Frost Maiden sleeps.

Snow Princess Asleep

Her eyes are as blue

As the deep winter chill

Her touch is as ice

She bends all to its will.


She comes in late autumn

Turning everything brown

The winter’s the cold sun

Cannot warm the ground.


With frigid north wind she defiles the land

Frozen rain and snow come from none but her hand

Desolation and bitterness are her cynical smile

And she leaves none to think other than she’ll be here a while



Stay warm, all.  The Polar Vortex is upon us !




~~ There’s a Moon Out Tonight ~~   9 comments


There’s a moon out tonight

Fills my eyes with its light

And I’m here.



There are stars out tonight

Make the skies so bright

And you’re there.



The moon and stars light a sky so bright

There is joy and love on this eternal night

They’re together again.



He sat in a hooch in a distant land, cleaning and re-assembling his equipment.  It was quiet except for the occasional loud laugh or expletive from one of the others in the hooch.  He didn’t mind the noise so much because of the brotherhood he shared with them.  Conflict and combat creates bonds between people with whom they would not normally share, but here, in this humid, hot, dirty, jungle hell hole they were all brothers, looking out for and protecting each other, and sharing thoughts and feelings that they would normally hold inside as too private.

Memories of his recent past had been heavy on his mind for days now.  How could life be so unfair.  Their lives had only just begun, their plans and dreams all lay ahead of them…, til that December night.  It seemed as though his life had ended that night when she lay, dying, in his arms at the hospital.  Everything in this world that was most important to him was abruptly cut off when she closed her eyes that final time and that last raspy breath left her.  His beautiful wife, their unborn child, the sweet life and love that they’d shared…, gone with her last heartbeat.  He kept recounting all the moments of their time together from the night they met to those final moments, detailing each second, minute, hour, and day, committing them to memory so as not to lose any part of her.  Quite often, unbid tears would run down from his eyes and the others would just quietly give him space and privacy to mourn, all now knowing his story.  By morning he would be alright, alert and dependable as always.

The new day dawned, grey and wet.  They had orders to report to a new LZ to set up a mobile tower for helicopter traffic control.  He packed his gear and joined his crew walking out to the helipad and they discussed the upcoming job.

A shot rang out from the edge of the trees, about a hundred yards away…, a sniper.  He felt the impact as the bullet entered his left side and slumped to the ground as all strength left him.  There was a bright light in his eyes and through it he saw her walking to him, reaching to take his hand, “Come darlin’.  It’s time to go home now.”  Their hands entwined he rose and followed her into the light.  Then, looking back, he viewed the shell of a body that had served him for 19 years and saluted it with this final thought…, “Mission accomplished, I’m going home”.


For all the brothers (and sisters) who served and never made it back.  This is for you.



~~ Dreaming, Walking, Dancing….. ~~   1 comment


Random thoughts and ideas that come in the late night, the wee hours of the morning, or maybe while I’m out mowing the lawn…, usually never when there’s a pen and paper, or a computer handy.




In the stillness of night
In this soft quiet it seems
I let my heart take flight
To reach out, touch my dreams.


In the light of the early dawn
When the world starts to wake
I turn and you are gone
And, again, my heart breaks





Walk with me in the shadows of the moonlight
Come look with me at the beautiful star filled skies
Fill your soul with the magic of the night
Share with me the love I see in your eyes


Dance along the mountain peaks
Sail across the shinning deep blue sea
Smell the scent of a floral woodland breeze
No one else here, just you and me


Holding you close as we dance
A slow waltz ‘cross the crowded floor
Hearts reaching for romance
And hoping hard for so much more


Laying together across the big bed
Talking softly of dreams we’ve shared
Passionate feelings dance ’round in our heads
With a smile, then a touch, then a dare





~More Footprints…~   2 comments




He rolled sleepily out of bed and trudged down the hallway to turn up the heat on the thermostat.  It was cold in the house.  It always was this time of morning, this time of year.  He turned the heat down every night, thinking to save on his utility bill.  Crawling lazily back into the warm bed, he waited for the heat to make the house bearable and closed his eyes.

Footprints…, they kept appearing in his thoughts, in his dreams.  What was the connection?  What did they mean…, and what about those strange dreams?  With a big sigh, he opened his eyes again, rolled out of bed and methodically started another day.  Make the bed, shower, shave, brush teeth, comb hair, get dressed and get out the door…, oh, and let’s not forget coffee.  He couldn’t face the day without at least one cup.  All in 30 minutes?  Impossible?  Not for him.  It had been his routine since he was in the military.  Back then revelie had been at 5:30 – hit the deck running, and be ready for inspection by 6:a.m.  In those habits he had changed little over the years. Enough reverie about revelie…, time to grab some coffee and get to work!

On his drive into the city, he usually had listened to a radio news station to get a glimpse of what had happened around the world and any local news but today he had tuned to a music station, a country music station, totally unusual for him.  He was lost in thoughts and melody when she suddenly appeared right in front of the car, too close for him to have a chance to stop, but he slammed on the brakes anyway, skidding the car sideways in the road.  There had been no sound of impact or anything to indicate he had hit anyone, or anything but he was still shaken and heart was pounding as he got out of the car.  A quick examination showed no damage to the car anywhere, only skid marks on the road where he had braked and skid.  Everything looked weirdly alright…, until he walked in front of the car and saw them – footprints…, wet footprints leading out to the middle of the road and then disappearing.  He crawled back into the car and pulled to the side of the road, suddenly feeling drained, almost sick.  What in the hell is it with these footprints ?  Just then a song came on the radio, by a singer he’d never heard before, a song he’d never heard before.


Footprints in the sand, footprints in my heart

Don’t you understand, I was yours right from the start

I will keep on trying…, crying…, trying

Til I reach that place where your love is lying

Waiting there for me to hold again.

As the song ended the DJ announced…, “This dedication went out for the guy sitting along State Line Road from the ‘Fallen Angel’, folks”.   He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes.  Wait!  I’m sitting on State Line Road !  I just really don’t need this.  Fallen Angel…, what does that mean?  Who is that?  He put the car in gear and continued to work.  With the events of the morning, the rest of the day became a muddled confusion.


…….(to be continued)




Could I ?   4 comments



The familiar strains of a melody

Drift lazily ‘round the room

Taking me off to the dream I see

And filling my mind like perfume



Romantic turns as we glide past the door

Eyes locked in each other’s

Feet ne’er touch the floor


A smile, sweet caress

Then a soft, gentle kiss

Open a door to love’s tender bliss



….Could I have this dance ?

Posted November 8, 2013 by PapaBear in A Little Romance, Experiences, Personal, Poetry

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