Wednesday, March 22, 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

Saturday, March 18, 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

Monday, March 13, 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