I long for something that I wouldn’t buy,
An aching desire from a lonely soul;
A love that’s pure and will never die;
A beauty beyond notice by the common eye.

I seek one of similar mind,
A warm kindness that melts cold hearts;
A sincere generosity that’s rare to find;
A perfect complement to help me shine.

I give in return all that I own,
A lot of intangibles, that most ignore;
A little pauper in our shallow town;
A love so deep, you would never be alone.

All you ask for in a love that’s true,
A lover that will penetrate your soul
A husband that provides for two;
A man to protect and care for you.

–Written @ 1:00 p.m. 1/4/2007 Yale Club NYC

A little angel

Tricia Tricia Tricia, if only you knew how much I miss ya!
You look so peaceful, as I mourn your loss and cry
Forever sleeping, as your family and friends come to say goodbye
I can only imagine what you would think if you were here
Holding my hand and hugging me for the loss of a friend so dear

You were more than a true friend; losing you cuts me deeply like a sharp knife
Someone I love and will miss for the rest of my life
A sweet (and sometimes naughty) girl with irresistible charm
I will miss embracing you and steering you from harm

A hopeful romantic princess, and a published poet too
Your singing was beautiful, and your love was true
A silly laugh that blends with the warm twinkle of your eye
Matching that genuine smile; you always made me feel better when you heard me sigh

What is a loss to Earth is Heaven’s gain
I know you’re happier up there, no longer suffering from epileptic pain
Driving your wheels freely rather than flying with wings
When I close my eyes I can still hear you sing

You are even farther away now, yet remain near in my heart
Connected by happy memories, more valuable than art
You are a little angel that touched many lives
I feel blessed and fortunate, that you’ve touched mine

Smile down on me if you see me weep
I will join you when I fall asleep
As I had done every night
When I turned out
The light.

*kiss*

In loving memory of Tricia Deanne Winn (Oct. 3, 1988 – July 6, 2008)

lightning flashes, followed by thunderous roars,
gushing down relentlessly, the raindrop pours;
bringing cool relief from the summer heat.
filling the new puddles and drenching my feet.

can it wash away the loneliness of this broken heart,
cleansing the deep wounds, finally after this much time apart.
bringing comfort to my tormented soul,
helping me restart with someone worthy before I’m too old

the rhythmic pattering against my window pane
soft and melodic, each special drop timing Mother Nature’s beat
slamming itself into the invisible wall,
trickling slowly, enduring and sharing the inevitable fall,
luckily, without a heart, it bears no agonizing pain,
merely the many droplets that comprise the rain.

From my window

Look out my window,
And what is it that you see?
High above and across the river,
The twinkling skyscrapers of NYC.

The hustle and bustle of daily life seems to take a pause.
No honking and yelling heard from here.
No cruelty, sadness, nor fear.

A City of Giants, wealth galore;
A materialistic realm, with a growing poor.
Millions of inhabitants there, too far from sight;
Friends and foes, indistinguishable at night.

Endless excitement and splendor abound,
No other place compares to this worldly town.
Yet with all those people and wonders to see,
It’s a very cold and lonely place to be.

Laying here in the bed alone;
Snuggled under the down comforter;
When my eyes are closed, you’re nearest to me;
Why not come into my arms, enter reality?

Fridays

I yearn for your arrival like a child yearns for Christmas Day,
Counting down the hours as the ticking pendulum sways,
Each second passes with seemingly even greater delay.

Productiveness slows as everyone knows,
Yet we all pretend to be scrambling on toes,
Even the slackers get into the show.

I’ve survived your manic brother four days prior,
Including endurances of baptism by fire,
Anticipation of the approaching weekend fun grows even higher.

Finally reaching the day’s last half hour,
Illusions of finishing up more work descends much lower,
My mind already wanders toward a refreshing shower.

Ending a long and arduous week, hip hip hooray;
You’ve finally arrived, so let’s go out and play!