Window

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

Window

I look out the window with the broad windowsill
Wide enough for a calico cat, very still,
To stretch out comfortably watching the trees.
Thinking cat dreams of catching birds and bees.

The old window ‘s divided into twelve little panes,
Framing the garden and the gravel lane.
Wistful I wander in my restless mind
To far away places and other times.

Each pane shows a piece of a puzzle green.
Grasses, flowers, and trees make a scene
Tranquil and serene , so welcoming.
The trees and the lane seem to beckon me.

I hear the crunch of a boot on gravel.
The scene in my mind begins to unravel.
Inside this chamber dim and warm
Is where I find my longed for home.

Light through the window shows your form and face,
In one of the window panes perfectly traced.
One pane shows you looking up happily.
Another the empty lane calling to me.

A country lane is a dangerous thing.
You will never know what tomorrow might bring.
For today I will turn my face from the light,
Seeking the comfort of a windowless night.

Trust

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

Trust

In the dark deep night of a Winter’s day
I ponder thoughts that happen my way.
Warm by your side, yet a chill draft comes
Making me think of the nature of love.

I do not trust that we will be perfect
That our love we will never reject.
I know we are human and likely to fall
If put on a pedestal haughty and tall.

I do not trust that we will never fail
Our bodies are wicked and tend to be frail.
The best intentions come crashing down
When piled by two lovers and sloppily bound.

Trust can be a most  flighty thing.
Trust hovers about on flimsy wings.
One thing we know, there can be no doubt
We trust in each other to work things out.

Love Is Not Fair

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

Love Is Not Fair

Love is not fair, and lovers will find
It is better with love to be tolerant and kind.
Forgiving the faults of the human being
Who all of your faults is constantly seeing.

Love is not fair, it is never equal.
Your hope in your heart, your heart on a wheel.
Spinning and rolling day after day.
It seems things never go your way.

Love is not fair, it will turn on you,
But your lover will be there to comfort you.
Grateful, you will lean and be held.
Growing stronger as the two of you meld.

Love is not fair, but it is so right.
Seeking a hand in the dead of night.
Taking control then giving completely.
Helping and guiding each other tenderly.

Against The Foggy Night

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

Against The Foggy Night

I do not want your constant care,
Nor seek your presence to be always there.
I do not need to be your whole world,
Nor seek for my cup to be overfilled.
I just need to see the strengthening sight
Of your silhouette against the foggy night.

I do not need you to run with me,
Nor seek the comfort of your company.
I do not need you to hold my hand,
Nor seek you to love me as only you can.
I just need to see the strengthening sight
Of your silhouette against the foggy night.

I do not need your compliments,
Nor seek your approval to be confident.
I do not need your criticism or praise,
Nor seek your attention to brighten my days.
I just need to see the strengthening sight
Of your silhouette against the foggy night.

Close

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

Close

Close, my love, you are far away,
Thinking thoughts of another day.
Far from seeking touches tender.
Far from loving’s keen surrender.

Close, my love, I need to see you,
Open-handed, smiling as you do.
When you gift me with attention.
When you pull in my direction.

Close, my love, let there be no gap,
Let your arms around me wrap.
Hold me in your blithe embrace.
Hold me till my pulse doth race.

Close, my love, enter my halls,
Pulling down cold stony walls.
Tread fleetly to the inner chamber.
Tread fleetly to catch the biding embers.

Close, my love, warm my gelid room,
Chase away the dark and gloom.
Pull me into your thermal sphere.
Pull me into your thoughts sincere.

Close, my love, encompass me,
Make me see all that you can see.
Take me into your precious mind.
Take me where I will not be blind.

Close, my love, I am lost and needy,
Come closer to the heat of my body.
I want you as close as the very air.
I want you to be as close as you dare.

Close, my love, do not have a fear.
For I will whisper in your trembling ear,
Enchanted words to make you clearly see.
Enchanted words to bring you close to me.

Hand in Hand

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

Hand in Hand

I met an elderly couple walking
Hand in hand quietly talking.
They had been married forty years
Through times of joy and times of tears
They had each other to lean upon.
Smiling knowingly, they meandered on.

I watched them go feeling bittersweet.
How lucky they were to ever meet
Someone they could count on endlessly,
And trust to be there eternally.
How many can say at the end of life
They truly treasure their husband or wife.

Thinking of our love has brought a smile
Together we have traveled for many a mile.
A few less than forty our love has lasted.
Many trials and tests have already passed.
Our love is a strong and hearty one
Gathering strength beneath the sun.

Bring on the trials that fate has in-store
I know we will last forevermore.
For love is mighty that suffers pain
Made ever stronger by storms and rain.
But the greater part of life is sunshine.
Come walk with me with your hand in mine.

While You In Slumber Beside Me Lie

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

While You In Slumber Beside Me Lie

While you in slumber beside me lie,
My mind though calm is far away.
I travel to a place of peaceable rest,
A Knight am I on a noble quest.
I serve the King of Passion’s played
And hope he reigns for many a day.
Mounted on my swift white steed,
I travel looking for daring deeds,
To prove my worth to someone dear.
I am invincible and without fear,
Passion rules my noble heart,
As you slumber in the dark.

The lover’s might has all been spent.
Passion’s release is curiously potent.
Leaves you feeling all’s right with the world.
Sleep will beacon, round your love you’ll curl,
Dreaming of a ship in safe harbor
Returned from a voyage to passion’s ardour.
Cooling breezes stir the waves,
Lapping and seeking out empty caves
To fill with the ever-rising tide.
Filled to overflowing and opened wide
To let in all of passion’s powers,
And wake refreshed in the daylight hours.

But I will be awake awhile
Seeking a token to make you smile,
When once again I see your eyes
Looking at me with a hint of surprise.
I will ride upon my white charger
Till I meet your ship in its gentle harbor.
I’ll ride like the wind with sword and lance
To keep your love, I’ll leave nothing to chance.
Beasts I’ll face, dragons I’ll slay,
To earn the right to forever stay
Encased not in armor, but in your arms.
Snug in your harbor, safe from harm.

Misery Loves Company

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

Misery Loves Company

Misery loves company
And you feel miserable.
So come and sit beside me,
To that I would be agreeable.

I will keep you company,
But I will not share your misery.

You may continue on your rant
And I will listen peacefully.
I will not join you, I can not
Destroy the joy I found so recently.

I will keep you company,
But I will not share your misery.

I will let you storm and rage
Nodding my head now and then.
You pace like a lion in a cage.
My placid stance will not bend.

I will keep you company,
But I will not share your misery.

When you are spent and done,
I will take you by the hand
And gently feed you reason.
I will show you where I stand.

I will keep you company,
But I will not share your misery.

The Vessel

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

The Vessel

Trapped in a vessel of earthly form
Into this fragile life we are born.
Shackled and chained in darkness kept
Alone in deep dungeons I wept.
No soothing voice to calm the fears,
No heavenly grace to halt the tears.
Oh, raise me up on angel’s wings
Yearning to hear a bell chorus ring.
Tolling the time has come at last
To leave the darkness in the past.

Oh, break the shackles, set me free!
Cut these forged chains binding me.
Throw the weapons on the ground,
Let them rust, never to be found.
Take up the song of the Cherubim
Reach out to the fiery Seraphim.
Power is in the fruit of the tongue,
Let the words of the soul be sprung.
Flowing like a stream of fresh spring rain,
Echoing the laughter from which it came.

Fill me up! Fill me up, overflowing with joy!
Worn from loving like a child’s favorite toy
I will speak my words into the night
Trading distrust for truth and light.
The dungeon will be a glowing pool,
Sweet water lapping,calm, and cool.
A pool of tears that I have cried,
A memory to remain after I have died.
Reminder to others trapped and forlorn,
To surrender your vessel to be transformed.

Is Love Worth All This?

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

Is Love Worth All This?

Is love worth the pain?
It is! It is!
I will never be so alone again.

Is love worth the risk?
It is! It is!
In awe I view love’s turns and twists.

Is love worth the doubt?
It is! It is!
What better thing to worry about.

Is love worth the fear?
It is! It is!
I embrace the one that I hold dear.

Is love worth the moods?
It is! It is!
I learn to speak to be understood.

Is love worth the fights?
It is! It is!
I wake to smiles in the dead of night.

Is love worth all this?
It is! It is!
The reward is held in my lover’s kiss.