For some minutes after I woke this morning,
I continued to lie close to my dreams and listened intently.
Was it my lack of courage,
or my failure to dare enough to venture into the celebrations of love.
Whatever was true, I remained quiet abiding sorrow
that I learned from your words.
The music was beginning again and I could scarcely refuse to hear.
From the back of my mind swept weeping over your words.
It was back as though it had never left.
The time of stark suspicions had passed.
Without knowing, I burned your ears
before I realized what must have elevated to jealousy.
This time, I felt, you thought I may never return.
I gave my last words in comfort.
They came out so easily,
and so I was able to part without any outward show of my heart.
Where love,
the strongest and deepest of all emotions,
harbors hope,
I look for definition.
Romantic,
Irrational,
Attraction.
Where love keeps secrets
there is imagination.
The dreams of all the things I want to someday say.
I had not realized how desperately
I needed to be free to speak my mind,
without the fear of an unguarded word being used against me in strife.
The only reason I can think of for feeling the devil at my heels,
was that I was very weary from the war.
That was after freedom that was once mine had been nearly snatched away,
but the battle of my will had been too strong to be taken away.
I remain now only with my wounds,
yet I remain the victor.
Keep this in mind.
Copyright 1997
Peggy Penny
OVER YOUR HEAD
I’m feelin’ Moody
In the worse way
Guy , I know trouble
is in it’s way,
I feel a storm
is in the air
Guy, I can see trouble
your standin’ right there,
Don’t love so fast,
let’s have some fun,
Hold yourself back,
Slow,
it,
down,
Some…
I’m feelin’ restless
In the worst way.
Guy, your in trouble
Over your head ,
(music)
I ‘m feelin’ reckless
I’m feelin’ Bad,
Guy your in trouble
Over your head,
Don’t make me ask
let’s make some love,
Guy, your in trouble
Show,
me,
how,
Come…
(music solo)
Guy, I know trouble
is how it’s made
Guy, your in trouble
Over your head.
(wrap up clean)
Copyright 1997
Peggy Penny
MIRESA’S THEME
No ordinary man waits,
from a book he reads.
His heart in the still air,
the music crying to be heard.
The moon shines clear and cold,
upon a golden girl.
Her voice, a soul untouched by sin,
in sorrow, I heard her sing this theme.
Every night in a dream,
she tells the twilight hour.
Each flower is allowed it’s own,
in heaven plays a child,
she is alone.
By any name,
I will call you friend.
By any name,
love is what we have.
By any name,
I will call you friend,
I will call you when,
by any other name,
I need a friend.
No ordinary man sees,
from a thought on these.
His heart can’t compare,
to her’s and still it hurts.
The moon shines clear and cold,
Upon a golden girl.
She fills the night
with summer flowing hair.
Every night in a prayer,
she tells the angels about us.
Each wonder is allowed it’s own,
In heaven plays a child,
she is alone.
Copyright 1997
Peggy Penny
HAVASU BLUE
Where love,
the strongest and deepest of all emotions,
harbors hope,
I look for definition.
Romantic,
Irrational,
Attraction.
Where love keeps secrets
there is imagination.
The dreams of all the things
I want to someday say.
The last breath of love,
aimless in exile.
Learning that silence is noble
and sorrow hardest on the bleeding heart.
When it is finally ours,
we can not cage the minute.
Faith is unto ourselves
and choice becomes the innocent.
Dark my light.
Darker still my desire.
My soul, half maddened,
shows a fraying edge.
Feminine, in miles of softness
now hardened in heart anew.
He is out of bounds now,
the season’s ill.
Here, the pivoting searchlight probes
beyond advice or reason.
My youth is spent.
It drips and gathers.
Once the wine of summer blood,
it no longer matters.
Copyright 1997
Peggy Penny
THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE
The language of love
took me by surprise.
Touched me with a rhythm
that’s older than the sky.
The language of love,
a message from above.
Taught me with a wisdom
that’s warmer than the sun.
Pale, crowned with calm,
his languid lips are sweeter
than love’s.
Kisses softer
than rose buds
and his whisper stranger
than Apollo’s song.
Copyright 1997
Peggy Penny
Not ‘til a hot January
does love require of us.
Are we living
in sober judgment,
just to learn a story
I look pale in love,
knowing in love
men lie.
Copyright 1997
Peggy Penny
His eyes were night eyes,
lit by silver moonlight.
Our love, was frail as life itself.
We kiss as though
there is no tomorrow.
And promise
as though there is no yesterday.
Copyright 1997
Peggy Penny
WHEN NEXT WE MEET
Saved,
that everyday becomes more earnest and brave.
Fades
like light upon the summer’s evening,
only to return again
when
next we meet.
Gray
as the music hidden in your eyes.
Saved,
sweet as out love
when
next we meet.
Copyright 1997
Peggy Penny
MY TWIN SOUL AND I
My twin soul and I,
we immediately understand each other.
My twin soul and I,
tell of the final truth of love
which awaits our discovery.
Of love,
determined and anxious to share.
We must
taste it all without sentiment.
My twin soul and I
arrive at truth without logic.
Because we exist in the future,
my twin soul and I,
we immediately understand each other.
Copyright 1997
Peggy Penny