I sat there, in the park today where you and I, used to play.
We made mountains then, in the sand and odango balls, with our hands. A tree did shade us, from the sun, I`d chase you, and you`d run.
Your hair would blow, lightly in the air your eyes were bright, your smile, fair.
Around our feet, would gather doves as the gentle light, from up above would set your hair ablaze, aglow and rest upon you—an angel`s halo.
We were happy then, you and me— just to be, in each others company.
Now years have past, memories made, some like sun, some like shade. And as for, the way we`ve come indeed its been, a difficult one.
But as for those mountains, we did create now we climb them, for Heaven`s sake. And as for those odango balls, made with our hands, they slipped back into, grains of sand.
A.B.Adams March 22, 2020 Sunday 12:23pm
“Wind Beneath Your Wings”
Two trees stood by a wooded glade,
one protected from sun by shade.
And of the vines that tried to choke,
the taller tree bore their yoke.
When insects came to cause them harm
the taller tree would wrap its arms—
really branches as they were—
around the little conifer.
And when the winds
would start to blow,
the little fir
would lean just so,
against the trunk
of the taller tree
(upon which One
bore our iniquities).
And when the rains
came pouring down
their roots would soak
deep in the ground.
But, unbeknownst
to the naked eye
for all the years
of sacrifice,
the taller tree
that shielded her
and yielded to
the smaller conifer,
deep inside
in the inner part
was bleeding profusely
from the heart.
A.B.Adams
January 6, 2020
Monday
(Retyped-November 23, 2022, Wednesday)
“A Sweet Lily and A Bitter Sol”
A sweet lily grew near
a well watered spring
with a song in its heart
it often would sing.
The sun it did warm
the white lily`s heart
but somethings did happen
that sought to tear their friendship apart...
Thus, the heat of the sun
day by day did increase
as the fair lily`s beauty
slowly decreased.
And so, the scorching heat took its toll
for the sun`s anger was such
that it pleaded for understanding
but the lily offered not much...
The lily accused
and both sought to defend
their own course of action—
neither would bend.
Alas, the sun`s heart was deeply wounded—
it could not forgive;
it held back the rain and complained
as a bitter sol it continued to live...
The lily grew cold
and its face was like ice;
the sun that was gentle
was no longer nice.
Then, the moon did eclipse
the sun in its place
so the lily was hidden
with no sun on its face...
The sun then repented
realizing what it had done;
the moon waned and it rained
upon the lily under the sun...
A bow appeared in the clouds
as the sun`s rays shone through
and the lily lifted its voice
just like it used to do...
And the oppressive heat it did cease
and again the sun`s rays did caress
the beautiful white lily,
the sun`s friend and princess.
And now a secret I will tell
of this little allegory...
it`s of a husband and wife,
but that, is another story.
A.B.Adams
January 6, 2025
Monday
“Lake Placid”
I loved you once
for ten thousand years
through smiles and laughter,
heartbreak and tears.
When your family had need
and you went away
although my heart it did bleed
I resolved to endure and to stay.
And when time and again
I had to patiently wait
when you chose not me but your friends
my love did not abate.
And when you did grow cold
as we grew up and grew old
I grew more angry still
as I choked down that pill.
Now years they have passed
and though still stormy our sea
I wish still there were time
for just you and for me.
But we rarely agree
and though I still try
we seem not to see
through each other`s eyes.
Nay, I`m not blind and uncaring
I know you`ve been baring
for nearly three decades
this life we`ve been sharing.
I don`t mean to blame you
for I know you truly loved me;
I still hope for a few years
of a placid like sea.
A.B.Adams
February 5, 2024
Monday
