In the Graveyard

I’m standing here in the graveyard, looking into space,

Wondering who took your soul and feeling out of place.

A sword sinking into my heart, as I realize you’re gone.

First light was coming before, but now won’t ever be the dawn.

I can’t believe how much I miss you- could you feel the light?

Questions sinking, never stopping, I thought we were all right.

I couldn’t see your hurt or pain at all- I didn’t know.

Was there anything between us that you didn’t show?

Leaving my heart here though I know yours is in heaven;

No one else would take it anyway- nor could I give it again.

The breeze dries my face but nothing could dry the tears of my heart;

I wished to say I love you once more before death tore us apart.

I know I’ve got to cry my tears; try to let you go,

My heart just doesn’t want to believe and break again though.

I’ll remember you, and come see you when I die,

Right now I’ll lay the flowers down and see you through the sky.

Oatmeal

Oatmeal

“No one means everything to me.

Nothing means anything to me.

No distant equation of love

Has ever been able to reach me.”

In space there were these beams

From glowing, illumined stone.

Like diamonds among black pebbles

On a beach so wide they shone.

The ivy climbs the stonewalled house

Twirling slowly it’s tendrils of time

Upward, in liberty unknown

To the flora that does not climb.

The tides go in and out again,

And with them goes your mood,

What was it that I said yesterday?

Was it bad? Don’t try to elude.

Today is yesterday’s hot kettle-

The life inside slowly boiled away.

We’re left with the hard outer shell

Containing nothing but memory’s stay.

Empty halls in well-to-do houses

Left in loneliness, echoes that last

From the crying of newborn babes

To the clinking twenty-first wine glass.

Words, words! Our games we are playing.

We know, they know, but no one knows.

Like Scrabble in a tornado,

They go through our heads undisclosed.

Little Old Teacup

Little old teacup, do come sit with me.

Let me tell all my troubles while I sip the hot tea.

The sun was all behind misty clouds today,

And the moon, too, hasn’t shown its glowing face.

Quite dreary for what’s supposed to be spring, I’d say,

But it’s too early to say t’ won’t come at its pace.

I’m sick- not too bad- just enough to be annoying,

And my head- dizzy- just enough to confuse me.

But that’s fine, ‘cause I’ve been able to be enjoying

My bed and laziness all this day so dreary.

I hope you’re not minding my complaining at all,

My dear teacup ‘course I’d never want to bore you!

So I’ll tell you some of the good things I recall;

Today wasn’t all bad; there were some good things too!

I got a good score on my test I had back awhile.

I’m so relieved and glad! I wonder- can you tell?

I hope you can, ‘cause people like to see a smile.

I got to talk to my sister. She’s pretty swell!

But the one thing that made me most happy today,

(And just happens to be the same thing every day)

Is that Jesus died on the cross for my sins to convey,

His vast love for me- so great I couldn’t repay.

Little old teacup, thanks for listening to me.

Please, let’s do this again, ASAP!!

Copyright 2011

Elizabeth C. Osborne

echosborne@gmail.com