Open feelings



What was that she said to me that raced the pulse within my chest
Was what I heard a call to warm my heart against her breast
My open feelings called out to her to make the music play
Within my mind to recall the joy of meeting somewhere, someday

When her soft romantic touch will make me feel brand new
And my open feelings ready and willing to see it through
When we hold each other in arms so eager and passion filled
I can imagine the night and how much that I'll be thrilled

My open feelings taking me to the grandest height I'd find
When in her embrace the strength I'll feel within my mind
And make emotions fill our night of love for what it gives
Will bring me into ecstasy like I feel when passion lives

Open feelings of things that ought to be for just a day
But though close in time and space all those feelings say
That my desire for her has grown since the very start
All will be well for both if they don't break someones heart

I thought the rain would never go away
And let the spring simply have it’s day
And let me frolic in the sunlight beams
I had started spring but only in my dreams

And finally the spring is firmly planted
Floral displays in the garden granted
Soon we’ll have the warmer summer day
And see the roses, the garden on display

So bring on the summer’s warmer hours
And let me picnic in a dale full of flowers
Yes, bring on the summer will you please
So I can stroll in its warm and gentle breeze

Let the warming rays of sun fill the air
And children playing games every where
Make light of life’s problems and such
Bring on the summer that we enjoy so much

I have lived a life of complex days
Of many things and many ways
Of all my actions and my misdeeds
For some I’ve hurt my heart still bleeds

I can still recall the school boy pranks
For not getting caught I give thanks
Young man things with the other gender
When they were sweet and oh so tender

I remember the times I drank too much
Beer and whiskey mixed drinks and such
Of coming home too late after my day
And not being able to explain it away

Of late night poker games where I lost
Of bad luck that taught me by its cost
To not gamble money I couldn’t afford
Of confidence gone and then restored

Recalling stupid things done in my youth
Like some lies I told instead of the truth
Of all the bad I’ve done and the price I paid
On the path I traveled in my life’s parade

But, now I look back at my life as a whole
I’ve been through it all and not lost my soul
I have loved my family and all my pets
I’ve done all I have done with few regrets

The things I regret have taught me well
Things I’ve done, more than I'd like to tell
But because I’ve learned from my mistakes
I can have a good future for that’s what it takes

When the grapes are picked and crushed
And the berries ripe had not been rushed

The sugars right at the peak of the season
From the oldest vines with wisdom and reason

The vintner pulls the juice from the berries
At just the right time that never varies

And the juice is stored in redwood great and old
For the touch of the taste buds the story is told

Of old vines and old vineyards and a maker of wine
That pleases the pallet with the fruit of the vine

The old wine that flows from the casks of the maker
Sits quietly in bottles on the shelf for the taker

It is purchased by lovers of wines and of food
To set so romantic the late evening's mood

They share and they cherish the nectar so pure
As they cherish each other in a love that's sure

So drink of the vine that is so mature and old
You too can partake of this story that's told

Of lovers of wine so delicious, pure and fine
An old wine indeed from the greatest of vine.

After more than a month of cloudy days
I awoke this morning to sunny rays
Streaming through my window pain
I was happy that there was no rain

So after rainy days for many weeks
A ceiling ruined by a roof that leaks
It looks like fair weather for a while
And that my friends makes me smile

I can mow the lawn and trim the trees
And listen to the buzz of honey bees
As they gather pollen from the flowers
To and fro from the hive in daylight hours

From nearby trees I hear the finches song
That tells me spring has fin'ly come along
Though the robin is not yet on the wing
I hear the mocking bird trying hard to sing

The song of another bird or just a whistle
A sparrow made when there among the thistle
The sun is out, it's out there in the sky
No more days where storm clouds are on high

I revel in the flowers blooming in the spring
Cloudy days are gone - it's a wondrous thing
And pen in hand I fill the page with praise
And thank the lord for spring and sunny days