If There Were No Stars

If there were no stars there would be you,

and music that my heart would soar across the land.

If my life is beautiful and more than this too,

I would be an eagle in the night flying into the day.

A beautiful heart sings out to take your hand,

but not so if my nature would have its way.

Beauty is not found in the mask or mirror,

but in truth and the openness of the spoken word.

So soon I would face any waiting task or fear,

and anxiously turn my face to the moon or the sun.

And if beyond my anxieties my heart is heard,

than perhaps at last my true life has begun.

Brian Francis Hudon

June 26, 2017

Across the Years

A sudden look through an old man's eyes,

love across the years and something more beautiful.

A bond never taken for granted, no disguises,

here are two hearts that will travel together the miles.

But only a sudden look, for dreams are plentiful,

the reality of a moment now lost in smiles.

After so many years thoughts become one,

after many long years, there are no words to be said.

For now, he can only wonder what has begun,

what trust has been won, does she yet see him as he is?

Are words enough to give her nothing to dread,

or something more than the words he says?

From the fateful moment I turned I knew,

I knew I was older and younger and in the moment.

Such moments as these are so rare and so few,

could my fears of disappointment finally release me?

Love is elusive, more than some unseen element,

nor could I bend to my will what cannot be.

Hope and faithfulness will guide our way,

and should answer those questions only time can ask.

I'd not leave you, for a moment or even a day,

not if you might only have me as I am, my dear friend.

If time could find me ready and equal to the task,

I could love and hope to my journey's end.

Brian Francis Hudon

June 20, 2017

Happy Once More

Come now little one, no fears,

know you are loved and take my hand.

Hold me now and dry your tears,

you will dream and be happy once more.

It's a place for your heart to land,

a place to trust as it did before.

Some song I've always known,

I know it is love and it takes you away

I hear it often and I am not alone,

embracing me in its warmth like the sun.

Just another time and another day,

always this life has just begun.

You heart feels more than ever,

as your mind races with many feelings.

It will not remain this way forever,

if I said nothing - my heart would break.

Life cannot contain these dealings,

all the emotions it would take.

So I look for life in your smile,

as you open your eyes to one more day,

So hour by hour and mile by mile,

take each step with me now my little one.

Happiness is only a moment away,

always this life has just begun.

Brian Francis Hudon

May 28, 2017

Always With You

Rest now little child, off to sleep,

sleep and dream for I am with you still.

Rest your weary heart, do not weep,

tomorrow is a new day and ready for living.

Be mild of heart and be strong of will,

and be ready for love and giving.

Be ready to laugh, ready to smile,

for this is what you are, a brighter light.

The sadness is only for a little while,

and then happiness you will remember only.

I am always by your side, day or night,

forever too, if ever you are lonely.

You'll ever be that same little girl,

the one that ever brings a smile to faces.

And to my heart, my joy, my world,

you are my friend and still holding my hand.

However the days or how many places,

I'm with you wherever you stand.

Dry now your eyes and your face,

reach for the stars, but steady your feet.

Wherever your heart is, is our space,

with no goodbyes, for I shall see you again.

My beautiful child, my life is complete,

in you, no matter where or when. 

Brian Francis Hudon

May 3, 2017

For a Single Word

Keeping my heart for a single word,

I still move silently in the orbit of your days.

Confiding nothing, only silence is heard,

breaking the illusion of trust, I reveal my secrecy.

And I know I must, in the changing of ways,

while confidence is betrayed so easily.

Forever observed by unknown eyes,

words are secretly spoken, a sentence passed

Beyond judgement and the constant lies,

trust is greater than reputations so easily burned.

The tired web of consequences is widely cast,

and filled with painful lessons learned.

You encourage my heart dear friend,

you friend, who would judge me so severely.

You know me so well, I too often offend,

being the careless, unthinking creature that I am.

Yet I care for you still and love you secretly,

I'll have shared with you all that I can.

From night until the break of dawn,

my dreams consume me there, hour by hour.

Never once is every thought of you gone,

nor would I have it so, lest I lose myself entirely.

My heart won't let go this sweetest flower,

in the hope dreams might set me free.

Brian Francis Hudon

April 18, 2017

As Bold as Love

Alone in much quiet uncertainty,

I can find rest in sleeping and dreaming.

How to be all they I think I must be,

and I discover time for the person I once was.

Hidden wounds find eventual healing,

while love gives a reason to pause.

I must know beauty in what I see,

in myself and a heart and the truth of me.

Of hands that give so much, so freely,

I am afraid, for being so bold by such caring.

Yet there is one that my heart sets free,

ever smiling at my care free daring.

The shy one always looking down,

there's no need to apologize or say sorry.

In so many emotions I might drown,

or might embrace the tide to find a new heart.

I barely remember that night so starry,

yet I remember, it does not depart.

Such a reveal would leave us bare,

unveiled, before a world's watchful eyes.

So often now life is cruel and unfair,

yet we find hope for ourselves, in each other.

As the sun always shines in fairer skies,

we might always find one another.

Brian Francis Hudon

April 17, 2017

That Joy Might Reign

Give me but a day or a year,

for once in a lifetime is all too rare.

At your side I would feel no fear,

become more than the man I was before.

If her stars find me a fate more fair,

I might yet find an open door.

My days find me a stranger,

and lately on the outside looking in.

In these hours filled with danger,

I think of all the words I might have said.

I'd wish for some new way to begin,

yet I'm better if I look ahead.

I see the pain in every word,

and every hour longer than the last.

I consider everything I've heard,

and can wonder at the ways I went wrong.

If only a heart held strong and fast,

it would find days not so long.

I feel the pain in every look,

yet remember beautiful smiles too.

So much of life is an open book,

although many deeper mysteries remain.

I'm so grateful that I've known you,

for hope that joy might reign.

Once again I'll feel the sun,

and know friendship's rare embrace.

How sweet is the day now begun,

as I'd close my eyes before its brilliance.

To see morning's light on your face,

is my day's fondest experience.

Brian Francis Hudon

March 22, 2017

Beauty and the Beast

What can I say of the empty scroll,

of starless days and nights that embrace me?

They might have consumed me whole,

but there was always a hope that was my guide.

Nameless, faceless,  yet I knew it was she,

knowing from her I could not hide.

So many prayers in the moonlight,

staring into shadows on darkened grounds.

To hope without hope for my delight,

to some place without the dread or the fears.

Would I know the joy of happier sounds,

end this waiting of so many years.

And then as from the past I awoke,

so unreal, standing perfectly still in a dream.

And suddenly as though a fever broke,

I saw a face, a light, heard laughter. I was alive.

Crazy, the circumstance, as it might seem,

a day I thought would never arrive.

Still I wait, for what is this she sees,

but a monster in the night, so strange as me!

All I'd give, if her heart I could please,

that she might see the beauty inside this beast.

For in her I discover the better part of me,

and where I my life has not ceased.

But for a word, my sad heart leaps,

for these graces of love are many and sweet.

Secrets kept where love silently sleeps,

in so many words that betray the nature of me.

I would live or die that my life is complete,

and hope a truer self she might see.

Brian Francis Hudon

March 18, 2017

Every Reason

My heart rests in another room,

in sleep and dreaming for another day.

Apart from me and somewhere soon,

she rises with the hope to greet the sun.

Some new beginning some might say,

where new life has already begun.

They say I have not seen the sea,

yet I have and know it's you my friend.

All I've been and that I might yet be,

in beautiful dreams that reside with you.

I look to them for wisdom in the end,

and new courage to do what I do.

I'm home again as never before,

home at journey's end though restless.

Today I have found myself and more,

and home is of the heart, a home in love.

So new my world leaves me breathless,

and my dreams like the stars above.

So what might tomorrow bring,

coming like news on the morning light.

And with new songs, birds shall sing,

like some sign of spring and a new reason.

I know too sweetly my heart's delight,

and will rejoice at her every season.

Brian Francis Hudon

March 13, 2017

So Rarely Heard

If I could spread an eagle's wings,

let loose this heart of clay so hardened.

Let skies part where hope still sings,

where loves finds me before unknown seas.

The hands of the clock are pardoned,

and mine should your heart please.

And my heart longs for any word,

if only it be yours, for my foolish days.

Know that it will be carefully heard,

despite all my foolish ways, I will still wait.

Thoughts fade, into the distant haze,

waiting for this loneliness to abate.

And so like a hero without a cape,

so are all my intentions thus disguised.

Yet outcomes cast a stranger shape,

leaving life confused, and my heart with it.

Always again, my words so ill advised,

each betrays good intent within it.

From a beautiful night of spring,

I address you again, pleading my cause.

Be this serious or but a trifling thing,

all I can say to you is but the heartfelt word.

While many words give reason to pause,

I pray now for those so rarely heard.

Dear friend, I am so sorry this day,

be certain that I'm here for you always.

For the words I said and did not say,

I am sorry I was not listening with my heart.

Much might we cherish for all our days,

should friends choose to never part

Brian Francis Hudon

February 19, 2017

The Unknown Years

If there is joy in the unknown years,

would we take them, not matter their number?

For the laughter beyond unspoken fears,

should we wager our lives and cherish every day?

What the night brings while men slumber,

who knows and if love, who can say?

And what if today were the only day,

can we then live in the moment every moment?

And for a moment more, stop time today,

were it possible we should, to live here and now.

For so much lost time there is atonement,

if so, than love might show us how.

Brian Francis Hudon

February 19, 2017

If the Truth Remains

How do I not play the stranger,

looking to you, seeing a stranger's eyes?

Is their mistrust or hidden anger,

and is there no way that I might tell?

My heart would show you no disguise,

as much in love as the day it fell.

And yes I dare use such a word,

as so many other words would fall short.

I could use others you have heard,

if I didn't prefer to quietly wait here.

So long my hope and my silent support,

the cause of my doubt and fear.

I hide in the dark of winter days,

in some part waiting for season's change.

I see hope and light in other ways,

in a beautiful smile or a simple look.

Answers appear as the words rearrange,

and so my heart is an open book.

Hold me now as you did before,

just for one minute or longer if you will.

Say to me now and forever more,

as ever, you are mine and I am yours.

Please say if the truth remains true still,

that love and friendship endures.

Brian Francis Hudon

February 13, 2017

Home Away From Home

I see you and I long to touch your face,

and my heart will race and my eyes search you.

It is here that I'm happy for days and days,

more if I could know the contours of your hand.

I wish that there was more that I could do,

only tell me that I'm still your friend.

My hope like light dancing in the skies,

the cold winter's night that seeks its morning.

Always somewhere in the day it slowly dies,

in relenting to the fear and doubt I become lost,

Always listening to some un-heard warning,

I run and I hide amid the cold and frost.

Though I could let you warm my heart,

if you could find your courage to look for me.

I am not that one who would soon depart,

I would never leave you far from home or alone.

It is only you who would ever rescue me,

from ever again becoming sad or alone.

A would can show some sign of heaven,

a better place where we can find one another.

A look or a smile would restore me again,

an embrace would be as a dream I cannot dream.

Yet you're always the place I go to recover,

a home away from home it would seem. 

Brian Francis Hudon

January 21, 2017

My World

Nothing explains this silence,

and the words that are said in between.

In some passive act of defiance,

the words friend is both used and abused.

Yes, I know, happier days I've seen,

when things were less confused.

Mine is now that silent prison,

where I do not speak the words in me.

In our promises made and given,

something was lost, something forgotten.

Now I can only wonder at what I see,

as I look at this new day begotten.

Tell me now that I'm not lost,

that I'll still find some road back to you.

I would still be yours at any cost,

you should know this and so much more.

My only joy is in everything you do,

wishing it were as it was before.

Please say I'm some silly fool,

who worries too often over everything.

Say I've not broken every rule,

or ever given you any cause to doubt me.

I'm yours in all tomorrow may bring,

that which makes the best of me.

Brian Francis Hudon

January 3, 2017