One of Those Nights

One of Those Nights

by Scott Vannatter

9/13/2019

So very much happens, sleeps eludes,but remains close.

One of those nights.

Darkness spills through the filmy shades of the room

Filling it with the fragrance of night and things dark and beautiful.

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I sit listening to David, telling of his love for a woman, in song.

One of those nights.

My own thoughts pour forth, silent and sweet,

Forming images of those I have loved in the before.

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This starts the cycle again, past to present.

One of those nights.

The story, the saga of all the life I dropped into caring.

Putting myself, all I could bring up, into the desires filling me.

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Those desires don’t rage anymore, simply take over, spilling.

One of those nights.

Sleep will come; it always does, well, mostly.

Resting once more, the morning brilliance overshadowing…

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One of those nights…one of these days.

-Scott L Vannater 9/13/2019

You Died – a poem

You Died

by Scott L Vannatter

June 28, 2019

You died.

Nothing ever tore at my soul as much.

Life nearly ceased to be; peace did so.

Could the anguish of one thing really

devastate so much the core of my being?

You died.

And a part of me, hidden deep within,

shuddered and paled, the life blood leaving

the shell of a man to hold up the gates of life.

You died.

The very love-sense which made me that special

type of human, one who loved, ran, fleeing to parts

of the darkest forest imaginable, cowering in the roots

of the deep tree in which the forest began

those many eons ago.

You died.

My life cannot continue with this path

set before me; the one which sees you with every breath

and pushes you out when I, exhausted, lie down to sleep.

Sleep has no meaning; I wake the same, rotting.

You died.

At least, that’s what I tell myself

as you live your life, calmly, without me.

I am undone as are all whose love never knew

fruition truly.

One who never spoke, and now, never will.

How I Wonder

How I Wonder

By Scott L Vannatter

A Pic, A Vid, A Thought, A Voice

Flicks through my mind and I know

That although through life we have much Choice,

At the end, we all must go.

 

My Dad, a good man, stayed here for a long, long time.

But it seems now that it was short, not long,

That I never got the time to say all I was fine.

I think he knew and that I am not wrong.

 

Now, Sis is gone. Taken after a short while.

Her two grand babies she loved so much.

She spent time with daughter and two mile after mile.

She held them all; they all felt her touch.

 

Mom and I left to care for each other.

So glad that others are around us, too.

I lost my Sis; she was loved by her brother.

But that hole that exists, what shall we do?

 

But, how I wonder at the sights they see,

Not held back by Earthly living are they.

They know it all now, much more than me,

Until this body ceases to be some day.

• Richard L Vannatter – July 25,2016
• Darci D Hill – January 24, 2019

 

I Wish I Could Sing…

I wish I could sing as my heart can sing,

Down from the depths of my soul.

And knew tis true it’s you I’ve found

My one true love for life.

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My heart rings true as I pour out the truth

Of a love made not here but heav’n.

I touch it not here upon the Earth.

God made you for me, your life for mine.

—

My heart pours out a silent request

Heard all around the world.

But words spoken from breast to breast

A silence that stills the dawn.

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A proof to me lives evermore

The skies show in the sunset

The colors pale against our love

They rebel against its strength.

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So, there will come when only one

remains the other continues on.

I cry when I think of that deep sorrow

the only thing which pales the love.

*****

-Written upon wakening from a dream of seeing my true love dying in my arms.

Namaste,

Scott

 

A Past Favorite – At Least, of MIne!

Years ago, four, I believe, I caught a show on BGT that took my breath away.  I listened again…it still does and brings a tear to my eye.

For your enjoyment, now, as it might have been then:

The Impossible Dream

Namaste,

Scott