I wish this part was for me.
(But it is..... in my dreams )

SONGS

Songs…
Heaven’s words
Intone.

There, while a baby, a boy.
Mother singing them to me,
While daddy smiles at his new toy.
A journey begins and everyone sings.

Songs.
They helped me squeak.
Helped me utter, yell and speak.
They gave me bouts of artful insight.
It is then my soul, indeed, they often did ignite.

Though my best friends.
Songs even showered, ate, walked along side.
Pushed me to decide, divide, abide - collide.
They were there while playing.
And also by my bedside praying.

They were my cologne - with me when alone.
Helped me study, sleep, work, even atone.
Caused my heart to smile or sometimes turn to stone.
They stayed with me late into the night.
Were my delight, my excite, my daylight
my thoughts, my laughs, my cries, fears and tears.

Songs rocked me into the arms of my girl, my furl, my pearl.
My lover. My anchor. My savor. My life....
My wife.
No strings attached, no rules, no chains or walls.
Songs were my daily kisses and my windfalls.

And you perhaps? Your partner, husband, maybe friend,
mainstay , princess or even Keeper from above?
Songs carry memories and actions of their love.
It matters not where one was born.
These jewels we call our favorite songs,
our ears, our hearts and lives they do adorn.

Songs…
Soared me out where no plane flies.
Swooned my youthful world beyond blue skies.
They touched my soul at times to sigh.
And woke me late at night to cry.
In my sleep, their words, my heart they broke.
It was then at times, my soul awoke.

Songs
Through weeping, sobbing, smiles and laughter.
It’s no surprise you’ve been my only shelter.
Isn’t it enough you evoke my varied passions?
Most times my tears alone are not contained.
Please then why, at times, do you inflict such pain?

They have captured and replayed my past.
Though afraid, still kept and held me steadfast.
They rode alongside, worked, sang with me,
and kept me upright during storms while out at sea.
Never drove me away, instead held me captive every day
as if a willing prisoner in a sweet ballet.


Songs…
The ones I turned to while incredibly sad.
When glad , mad, unclad, or even bad.
But also when my precious babies came along
..…..and I became a dad…….
Whichever, places, or in letters, gifts or faces,
words and melodies leave their traces.
Mix their lyrics, add emotion, start to sing
then feel the nimbus your heart brings.

My songs…
Now you seem distant, hostile and unfriendly.
Why did you leave me? Where did you go?
My friends - My kismet - My life.
I look for you. I long for you.
I need you.

Songs…
My vessels. I die for you.
My poems. I ache for you.
My gems. I miss you.
Return to me.

Songs.

Always…

Songs…..


eiddie
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Welcome back Eddie

Beautiful words Eddie. Welcome back

my new one for today..

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Yıllar sonra, bir mektubu bekler gibi beklesen.
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O son noktanin öncesinde,
Nabzin durdugu, kanin akmadigi o anda bile ismini haykirsam,

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Hayat geçmis, zaman gelmis olsa da,
Son nefese bir kac saniye kalsa da,
Yine de söyle sevgilim, duyabilirim,
Sesin boslukta kaybolsa da...

Cenk..