Fear

From “The Poems of John H. Watson”
Reprinted By M. Vernet
The Missing Years 1883 – 1886

Fear

From an oily puddle of the darkest dark
Dripping hands rise to grip your heart.
Eyes grow wide as a face appears
The deathly skull of the ancient one, Fear.

Fear awakes in yellow fog and mist
Around your limbs it entwines and twists.
Till you stand immobile, unable to run.
Frozen in place till Fear’s deed is done.

Flickering lights on the moor at night
Change to demons outside your sight.
Footsteps heard on the rocky Tor
Fuel your nightmares forever more.

Ghastly shapes and shadows of doom
Transform even the friendliest room.
Torture and horrid dreams of death
Challenge your senses and take your breath.

Fear can bind even a brilliant mind.
Holding back, trembling, afraid to be kind.
For kindness kills the fearsome doubt.
Suddenly there is nothing to worry about.

Fear can not resist the game
Two humans play, it’s always the same.
Conquering Fear is not done alone.
It takes two hearts that love has grown.

Fear can not live where love is confessed.
It can not continue its frightful quest.
For words of love dissolve Fear’s hold.
Two true loving hearts are forever bold.

The Temptress

From “The Poems of John H. Watson”
Reprinted By M. Vernet
The Missing Years 1883 – 1886

The Temptress

While you lie beside me in peaceful slumber
I caress your soft curls with my hand
Scent wafting up like a spice island.
All is tranquil, till I remember.

The Temptress waits for a new day.
Her vials and needles make a way
For My Love to fade and leave my side.
She takes you on a wild and perilous ride,
Forgetting vows and consequences
Once her enticing dance commences.
I can only be there afterward
When she is done and throws you to the curb.
She sneers and tells me I can not break her hold
She will not give you up till you are lifeless and cold.
She lifts your face and I see the need,
Her lilting song is all you heed.

The Temptress waits for a sullen night
When dark moods fall and dim the light.
She calls you when you are alone
Out on the streets and far from home.
The aroma of spices cling to her gown,
In ropes of silk she will have you bound.
Smiling while she takes your hand
Promising a wondrous peaceful land,
A land where despair hides in the shadows,
Full of tonight and no tomorrows.
But dawn will bring the demons back,
Tomorrow arrives forsaken and black.

But as tomorrow is reborn
I will fight The Temptress who holds the cords.
Cutting you free with a double-edged sword,
Standing with you to face the dawn.

I will stand and expose your enemy.
To win your battle I will give you my strength.
To help you I will go to any length.
But I fear you love her more than me.

And if you choose the tempting fiend
My heart will break never to mend.
The love of a lifetime will bitterly end.
I will wake tomorrow from my pretty dream.

But if you choose the uphill climb
I will be beside you if you stumble
Helping you over the rocks and rubble
To a land of tomorrow green and sublime.

If Not For Your Love

From “The Poems of John H. Watson”
Reprinted By M. Vernet
The Missing Years 1883 – 1886

If Not For Your Love

The sky is as blue as a blue ruby
A few clouds add white for contrast.
The breeze blows the clouds out to sea.
The scenery changes thrillingly fast.
Every morn I thank the sky above,
I would not see beauty if not for your love.

The birds sing in the cherry trees
The blossoms raining through the branches.
The pink and white flowers cover me
Like stolen kisses in Maypole dances.
Every day I thank the sun above,
I would not see beauty if not for your love.

A million stars explode in the sky
They make me feel insignificant.
A slow yellow moon rises by and by
Casting a shadow show magnificent.
Every eve I thank the moon above,
I would not see beauty if not for your love.

You come to me with quiet sighs
Floating like a cloud on a midnight breeze.
Light from the stars shine in your eyes
Your kisses soft blossoms of cherry trees.
Every night I thank the stars above,
I would not see beauty if not for your love.