A friend

If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
And share with you its beauty
On the days your feeling blue

   If I could build a mountain
you could call your very own
A place to find serenity
A place to be alone

   If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me

   I cannot build a mountain
or catch a rainbow fair
but let me be what I know best
A friend who's always there.    anon

Come to me

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and yes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O, memory, hope love of finished years.
Yet come to me in dreams that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.

Touch me…. 

Touch me gently so I feel safe with you
touch me firmly when you know I need to be held
touch me in the morning
touch me at night
touch me when we are sleeping...
you know how......touch me right

touch my hair my face my chin
touch me and see the love that lies within
touch me today, tomorrow, next week
touch me at times that we don’t need to speak
touch my heart, and I will promise you this
I will touch you forever and life will be bliss

Sara Teasdale

{1884-1933}

The Years

 To-night I close my eyes and see
A strange procession passing me
The years before I saw your face
Go by me with a wistful grace;
They pass, the sensitive shy years,
As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.

 The years went by and never knew
that each one brought me nearer you;
Their path was narrow and apart
And yet it led me to your heart
Oh sensitive shy years, oh lonely years,
That strove to sing with voices drowned in tears.

The Kiss  

Before you kissed me only winds of heaven
had kissed me, and the tenderness of rain--
now you have come, how can I care of kisses
like years again?  

I sought the sea, she sent her winds to meet me,
they surged about me singing of the south--
I turned my head away and keep still holy
your kiss upon my mouth.

 And swift sweet rains of shining March weather
found not my lips where living kisses are;
I bowed my head lest they put out my glory
as rains puts out a star.

 I am my love's and she is mine forever,
sealed with a seal and safe forever more--
Think you that I could let a beggar enter
where a queen stood before?

The Look

Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.

After Parting

Oh I have sown my love so wide
That she will find it everywhere;
It will awake her in the night,
It will enfold her in the air.

 I set my shadow in her sight
And I have winged it with desire,
That it may be a cloud by day
And in the night a shaft of fire.

To E.

I have remembered beauty in the night,
Against black silences I waked to see
A shower of sunlight over Italy
And green Ravello dreaming on her height;
I have remembered music in the dark,
The clean swift brightness of a fugue of Bach's,
 And running water singing on the rocks
When once in English woods I heard a lark. 

  But all remembered beauty is no more
Than a vague prelude to the thought of you --
You are the rarest soul I ever knew,
Lover of beauty, knightliest and best;
My thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore,
And when I think of you, I am at rest

Gifts

I gave my first love laughter,
I gave my second tears,
I gave my third love silence
Through all the years.

My first love gave me singing,
My second eyes to see,
But oh, it was my third love
Who gave my soul to me.