THE MOMENTS OF MY LIFE: FROM PAIN TO PLEASURE By: Evie T.
The shadows of the streets A howl echoes through the cold, haunted air, Demons and Monsters prowl the streets, Looking for their prey. The moon, full and glistening with ivory, Fills the dark, black sky. Children taunted by their fears Mysterious Shadows wonder the streets, Vampires and Witches fly over the cities, It is the Devils night. The dead awakens from their lonely graves, Whispering in the ears of frightened children, Dreams Filled with fear and horror, Play throughout our minds. It is the devils night. The night begins to disappear, As the sun begins to shine, The empty streets scattered with remains, Of the haunting Halloween night.
Where I belong I belong where the fresh pine air lingers, Soothing and delightful. Where the blades of tall grass, Sway in the gentle wind, Where the daffodils are scattered amongst the paddocks, And where the reins are in my hands. I belong where my chaps are painted with dust and dirt, And covered with the scent of new leather, Where my gloves, ripped and torn, Are coated brown from the dye of my bridal, And where the black silk helmet is planted on my head. I belong where I ride gracefully around the rings, Feeling invincible, magical and free, Where my rainbow of ribbons are displayed amongst the wooden stall, Where I find sanctuary, free of stress and struggle, And canter with my beautiful, gentile, 16 hand angel.
The pains of a memory I wish I could remember, what happened so long ago. But as I grew I began to forget and move on. How could you forget your best friend? Your brother, your everything, Over the years my memory of him, Became nothing but a picture in a camera. I began to forget our memories, The touch of his soft fur, against my hands, The pitter patter of his paws running across the floor. The licking of his little tongue against my toes How could I forget? Just one more day is all I ask to hug him once again, To smell his sweet smell of coconut shampoo, To feel his week little body nestle in my arms, To look into those big beautiful brown eyes, Just one day. The day he left, The day my heart broke. My best friend, my brother, my everything gone. I wonder why? Why couldn’t they tell me? Why couldn’t they let me say goodbye? Just one more minute to say farewell. Every spring the memories, The hugs, The walks, The simple times come back to me, When the Cherry blossoms sprout over his grave, I can feel him smiling at me, Sitting under his tree.
Picture URL’s: Street shadow picture: http://uptownmpls.blogspot.com/2009/01/wandering-31st-street.html
Dedication: This poem booklet is dedicated to Clyde the sweetest and most angelic horse in the world. Also dedicated to Ollie and in celebration of his short yet wonderful life, for he gave and taught me so much.