I call to love, but love doesn't answer.
It flutters about -- a butterfly -- a dancer.
Is there hope for me yet or is there naught but grey shadows?
For the snow has come lonely to smother the meadows.
Yet still the passion burns within.
I yearn to bask in your radiance,
As it holds me firmly in its' trance.
I look deeply into the pools of your eyes
Hoping there my destiny lies.
Praying the spark to be seen once again.
You search for the Adonis I once might have been,
As you try to live in your youth once again.
Trying to shed lifes' heavy load
Wandering down many strange side roads.
For still the passion burns within.
Our eyes meet briefly and you quickly move on
For I'm no longer the prince you had met at the dawn.
Years have come and taken their toll,
My youth, my vigor, and looks they have stole.
But still, I hope the spark to flicker again.
The Beast Within
I see your soft sillouette in the moonlight
I smell your sweet perfume
I hear your voice singing soft
And the beast within me stirs.
The passion of a thousand nights
Envisioned in my mind
From your image so scantily clad
The fires engulf my soul.
The smell of perfume devine
Teasing my senses
Turning my head to you
Blinding me to all others.
Your voice the sound of the nightingale
So melodious and pure
Has deafened my ears to all other calls
On this night for passion that you send.
I yield to my beast and come boldly
That we may become as one
And the night shall take our souls
To a place -- a lovers paradise.
�2000 Ron Reece
I Kissed an Angel
I saw her as she slowly turned my way,
She smiled so sweet and tender.
I asked how long with me she would stay,
for a while she said, I will linger.
I touched her cheek so soft and warm,
My fingers felt a tingle.
I kissed her lips so full and firm
I knew I kissed an angel
Our time together was far to brief
But I have no regrets at all
For I try each day not to live with grief
And to treasure your memories that now I recall.
�2000 Ron Reece
Embrace Me Night
Embrace me night
That I may hide away in my sorrow.
Keep away from me the light
Which comes upon the morrow.
Heal my wound
For the blade has riven deep.
A friendship I have found
That now I may not keep.
Thoughts not of love
Do I seek in my misery
But the hope for one sweet dove
Whom I may have caused some grief.
Embrace me night
And take away the pain
Let not my sight
Another morrow gain
�2000 Ron Reece