In Seasons New

Be you a friend or be you a lover,

I am yours, though broken I might be.

And in every good thing I discover,

beauty that I might share, if you be there.

You're my best friend, a friend to me,

if my days be either dark or fair.

My night is young in seasons new,

although the stars and clouds be at war.

If there be peace in me and I in you,

my heart is good and my dreams find rest.

These stars should guide me as before,

and a friend who knows me best.

While I find no words in our eyes,

I cannot look away, though we are lost.

I find my way in a smile and in sighs,

in a moment to breath, be I silent to long.

If patience is mine, I'll accept the cost,

without fears I might be wrong.

Come now friend and be at peace,

worry not about tomorrow any longer.

Find your joy where joy takes lease,

find love and beauty in a friend's embrace.

Each new victory makes you stronger,

while I find joy in a familiar face.

Brian Francis Hudon

May 25, 2016

For Eyes Uncertain

A depth of emotion reveals me,

this thing that I am, in these feelings.

I see this reflection, so peacefully,

in another, the storm beneath the sea.

In this terrifying maze of dealings,

why can't my heart leave me be.

Too many, too close, very soon,

and I would run, could I find my way.

My dreams are broken and strewn,

their threat not real, as real as my fear.

Longing for night to become day,

to run from this broken mirror.

In every startled hope a breath,

hour by hour is a joy that greets me.

As distant as the moon, new death,

old dreams fade from my imagination.

Our love as true as ever it might be,

if we embraced its true creation.

Sweet flesh is truth, a plain face,

natural and beautiful, easily revealed.

Hands that help, my familiar place,

for eyes uncertain as to where to turn.

My silence is only happy, concealed,

in the heart where passions burn.

A word is not stone, held tightly,

I would say everything, if I was brave.

A heart's not cold, nor beats lightly,

if what I would hold dear be held dear.

If I say nothing only pride I'd save,

losing loving friendship for fear.

Brian Francis Hudon

May 1, 2016