Before Days are Old

Somewhere beneath the same sky,

I'm here like you, gazing at the same moon.

Somewhere like you I'm wondering why,

if you stand beneath these stars and feel as alone.

I'm sure you're sleeping now or will be soon,

I wonder if the questions are my own.

Do not wonder if a heart will stray,

not mine, today, tomorrow or any time after.

I've known only one way to find my way,

that leads someday to a home I've never known.

Somewhere in your smile and your laughter,

the seeds of my happiness of are sown.

Something so easy and so ordinary,

these roads never come with their own signs.

Somewhere the world becomes less scary,

and we put aside fears to talk of ordinary things.

Finding happiness and joy outside the lines,

I would find a way to spread my wings,

So comes this strangeness of night,

unsettled loneliness and the search for sleep.

I'll look for answers in the morning light,

perhaps wander somewhere in the autumn cold.

Soon I'll be back with thoughts not so deep,

to know you again before days are old.

Brian Francis Hudon

October 9, 2016

When You're Near

I finally free a silence unspoken,

a breath held like a thousand tomorrows.

Though a last wall remains unbroken,

giving way to endless nights of silent tears.

But tears of passion know no sorrows,

with the embrace of hopeful years.

Shadows and color in perfect lines,

fills the eyes, imagination and our senses.

What I could guess in truth it defines,

beauty beyond words, finally within reach.

Softer than colors, it breaks defenses,

a very sensation stealing my speech.

The morning light wakes too soon,

as grateful hearts would welcome the sun.

My heart races be it morning or noon,

stirring at a whisper or a thought or a word.

To dream if my life had not yet begun,

so it is if your name I had not heard.

Happiness seeks me in your places,

and sadness when you are gone too long.

Not finding you among familiar faces,

makes me long more for when you're near.

The music of seeing you, a lovely song,

cures my life of every trace of fear.

Brian Francis Hudon

October 6, 2016

Beyond the Barrens

It's early where the sun hides away,

to look for stars, yet they're not to be seen.

Much more than clouds darken this day,

but some returning feeling that has no name.

Some place apart and a place in between,

neither, both, where I am the same.

Night and dreams are but strangers,

sleep is no rest, but a wasteland for worries.

Is there words for the unnamed dangers,

in places not so anxious, hope more beautiful.

The sound of a voice is sweet and carries,

and strengthens the human crucible.

Who has this become in your heart,

a stranger like myself, much as I used to be.

He thinks of you more should you part,

yet every day the same, thinking of the word.

It is like a name but more, as a part of me,

so like the sweetest words I've heard.

A picture resides within, resilient,

the memory as clear as day in perfect detail.

I experience life so near and so brilliant,

and discover myself in the days and the years.

Next to you the colors of the season pale,

taking away a life's doubts and fears.

I can dream now of ordinary things,

and not be left to dream them alone by day.

To know of the sweetness caring brings,

it should be no mystery but sweetest wonder.

So take me now, bring me along the way,

again beneath the stars thereunder.

Brian Francis Hudon

October 3, 2016