Conversation by Ron Willis

Conversation


A certain moment is realized, when life becomes a conversation between two strangers.
A conversation, when the words don't really matter. It's just a feeling
that we're not so different, the sun rises for both of us,
and for both, the moon colors our dreams.

A certain moment is realized, when life becomes a conversation between two friends.
A conversation, when the words are left unspoken, an understanding
that we're the same, sharing a sunset,
a common moon, and a common dream.

A certain moment is realized, when life becomes a conversation between two lovers.
A conversation, when flesh replaces sound. The art of two
becoming one. One heart, one soul
beneath a lover's moon.

Wreckage by Ron Willis

Wreckage

Wilderness heart, abandoned
wreckage of lives now lost. found
in the tall grass of all things
...forgotten. twilight ghosts
haunt a future
I can no longer suffer.
I am beautiful today,
all my tomorrows
can find the words to judge
my scars. too many souls
fight for time that has already passed.

She, the sun
I, the moon,
today the earth
stood in the way,
and I was cast in
to darkness.

All the old paths are overgrown.
How do I reach her?
I thought I remembered the way
but that was a long time ago
when I remembered the way...

Myth by Ron Willis

Myth


Yesterday, I looked in the mirror,
and I saw, standing in my shoes, a fool.
...A fool searching for hearts,
but without a heart to offer.

Today , I looked into the mirror,
and again, I saw a fool.
A fool waiting for love to come to me,
but with no sign of love in the reflection.

Tomorrow, I don't think I will look in the mirror.
I think I should, instead, look inside,
and see what I have to offer.
Find a way to unlock ancient doors
that hide all hopes and dreams,
cast aside but not forgotten.

The greatest storytellers pull words out of the air
and create pictures so real, they must be true.
For how many years now have I been describing
a gentle heart that, maybe, never existed at all?
Where is my heart, have I hidden it so well
that not even I can find it?
How do I offer what is only
faint memory and myth?

Heart of a Woman by Ron Willis

Heart of a Woman


Jesus picked flowers for his muse,
not knowing what He might lose,
...putting so much trust in the heart of a woman.

'If I were you, I'd love me from now on.'
was the line He used, and it had to be done,
Even Jesus did what He had to do for the heart of a woman.

She never said no, and she never said yes,
and she never gave it too much thought, I guess,
and she never knew the sacrifice made for the heart of a woman.

Jesus, I think, loved Mary Magdalene,
and He thought of her at night when He couldn't sleep,
but I doubt He ever understood the heart of a woman.

Blue Sonnet by Ron Willis

,Blue Sonnet


A pallid sun has tumbled from the sky, harvest moon is rising blue,
Forlorn, I pine under nameless stars, and I wonder where are you.
...A night bird whistles I'm the one, coyote swears it was never me,
I'm blinded by starlight, bright, you are out there, but I can't see.

Autumn maples whisper in the dark, tall grass beckons for me to come,
I search for you in dreams, waiting, hoping some day to be the one.
The one who holds you breathlessly, who kisses the night safe,
I carry this torch as is my wont, for I know no other way.

The deep night is my safe place, I am beautiful in the dark,
Alas, dawn must find this weathered face, and beauty is but a lark.
The sun has tumbled from the sky, the moon refuses the night,
I'm left standing in the pitch, and you are nowhere in sight.

You might never love me, and maybe you'll never know...