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

 

Iím feeliní Moody

In the worse way

Guy , I know trouble

is in itís way,

I feel a storm

is in the air

Guy, I can see trouble

your standiní right there,

Donít love so fast,

letís have some fun,

Hold yourself back,

Slow,

it,

down,

SomeÖ

Iím feeliní restless

In the worst way.

Guy, your in trouble

Over your head ,

(music)

I Ďm feeliní reckless

Iím feeliní Bad,

Guy your in trouble

Over your head,

Donít make me ask

letís make some love,

Guy, your in trouble

Show,

me,

how,

ComeÖ

(music solo)

Guy, I know trouble

is how itís made

Guy, your in trouble

Over your head.

(wrap up clean)

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Peggy Penny

MIRESAíS 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 itís 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 canít compare,

to herís 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 itís own,

In heaven plays a child,

she is alone.

 

 

 

 

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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 seasonís 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.

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Peggy Penny

THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE

The language of love

took me by surprise.

Touched me with a rhythm

thatís older than the sky.

The language of love,

a message from above.

Taught me with a wisdom

thatís warmer than the sun.

Pale, crowned with calm,

his languid lips are sweeter

than loveís.

Kisses softer

than rose buds

and his whisper stranger

than Apolloís song.

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Peggy Penny

Not Ďtil 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.

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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.

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Peggy Penny

WHEN NEXT WE MEET

Saved,

that everyday becomes more earnest and brave.

Fades

like light upon the summerís 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.

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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