Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth.
Pablo Picasso
We Glide….
In the sprinkling,
Of summertime dreams,
I walk with you,
In clouds it seems.
Knowing movements,
Of tense or calm.
We glide through life,
On each others arm.
Sailing our ships,
We interchange.
Knowing our goals,
Will rearrange.
All in timeless,
Wind swept seas,
You know my soul,
We are at ease.
CAWatson 05/25/2009
You Should Fly…
The painted faced man,
He tipped his hat.
He asked me the question,
“Do you know where you are at?”
I said that I didn’t,
He started to stroll by,
As he told me that I should,
With a smile so sly.
He turned on his heels,
Said, “You should fly!”
I told him I would,
But, I didn’t know why.
He laughed a deep laugh,
Then pointed into the air.
He said, “Thoughts of great wisdom,
Are created up there.”
“No pure soul or poet,
Can stay on the ground.
The sky is the place,
That rings with the sound.”
He went on his way,
So, I went on mine.
Then I started to fly,
For the very first time.
CAWatson 05/25/2009
Listless Bliss….
I do, in listless bliss,
Search the world for your sweet kiss,
Search the darkness, search the light,
Search never ending paths, not right.
We are such a dependent few,
Always searching for the perfect you.
When the clouds bring on their rain,
The sunshine seems a far refrain.
Holding out our wayward soul,
Always wanting a little more.
Held inside the material grasp,
Seldom learning from the past.
Still we wander with sweet grace,
Thinking we will find our place.
Those that worry, waste their time,
For life is really a choice of mind.
CAWatson 05/15/2009
Rights….
To have a right to do a thing is not at all the same as to be right in doing it.
G K. Chesterton
Our Children…..
She was kind,
He was tall.
They had a baby boy,
In early fall.
They moved to the country,
They moved to town.
He couldn’t find a job,
He could keep year round.
He joined the army,
It seemed the right thing to do.
They moved them up north,
They had a baby girl, too.
The war wasn’t his thing,
But, it was something he could do.
He kept playing those war games,
Trying to believe it wasn’t true.
She stayed home to raise the kids,
They’d clean house and play.
But, in the back of her mind,
She dreaded that coming day.
That day of horror.
That day gone wrong.
When he’d have to leave,
And, be gone so long.
She knew, she’d worry.
She knew, she’d cry at times,
While he was fighting a war,
Without any lines.
Her not knowing where he was,
Him missing her and the kids, so,
It seems peace needs to happen,
To let our children grow.
CAWatson 05/08/09
True Love Missed….
True love missed me,
While I played.
I may have seen it,
In the shade.
It calls to me
With sweet embrace.
I see it on,
Anothers face.
I have searched,
And, tried a few,
But, none have been,
That special ‘you’.
So, in the calms,
Of aging space,
I wear pajamas,
With French lace.
And dream my dreams,
Of romantic bliss,
Where love is held,
Without a miss.
CAWatson 05/07/2009
Softness…
A softness covers my heart today.
It’s a feeling I want to stay.
It’s a softness that makes all life worth while,
I want to feel it every day.
We really aren’t that different.
Our views, are merely bent.
We’d see deep and basic similarities,
If only we knew, what each other meant.
Our real desire is to find happiness.
To have a home where our family may rest.
That doesn’t seem too much to ask for.
If we are trying to do our best.
So, why are there still, so many in need?
There must be a way to help, there must be a way to feed.
There’s no reason for anyone to be hurting,
This is the answer that we all must heed.
Keep that softness around your heart.
It’s a softness that can’t be bought.
Know that others may serve another way,
Know that it’s the serving that is sought.
CAWatson 05/05/2009
Me and You…
Come with me
Through run away skies,
With orange blossoms
In your eyes.
Dance and sing,
The whole day through.
While we laugh and enjoy,
Me and you.
Our winter love,
Has gone and passed.
And summer love,
May never last.
But, spring has filled,
My soul today,
And I wouldn’t have it,
Any other way.
So, stay and talk,
And play a tune.
While we count the stars,
Here under the moon.
Ours is not ,
A dream come true.
Ours is merely,
Being me, and you.
CAWatson 05/02/2009
