IN THE SKIES OF IVORY BLACK
Time cannot be understood in human terms you see
The Universe explains itself, though not to you and me
Far out in the starlight lies an answer to it all
What have I done, where would I run, and hope to feel this small
For time does not consist of moments, seconds, days and years
You’ll find out in the distance, that your sorrow disappears
For we are made of starlight anyway, the story goes
Does time even exist at all?... The Heavens wont disclose
Look into the night, and you begin to travel back
Far into the past, deep in the skies of ivory black
Can you hear the ancient echoes ringing in your ears
You travel now in spacetime, collecting souvenirs
What if all things happen in a instant?...future, past...
Your then is now, but now is then your shadow now uncast
What would be your thoughts on Heaven , hell and earth as well
What would be inside my heart if true?... I just can’t tell
Everything you’ve ever known is waiting for you there
Though few you’ll find the answers to the Cosmos’ questionnaire
Ancient echoes lead you now to worlds lost long ago
Yours as well is gone lost far behind you, apropos...
Time is but a man made thing, a measure of duration
It’s concept loses meaning with the awesome presentation
The Universe may keeps it’s secrets, lost to you and I
But I can hear the ancient echoes, in ivory blackened sky...
Dean Evans
5-2-14
HELPLESS
Every now and then I want to throw it all away
I fear my heart may burst, within the cold cruel light of day
The thought of you at times will leave my thoughts in disarray
Then somewhere on the wind your scent, Ah, soft and sweet bouquet
Perhaps my hope has witnessed restless memories depart
My mind left not in soft repose, your essence to impart
These visions thrust upon my mind such lovely, painful art
So that now, I know not how, my love lies torn apart
Remembering the way things were in the years that fate applied
Powerless, in dreams of you as love and loss collide
Deep within the darkness, where my memories reside
I implore my heart to answer me, my heart has not replied
And then I see you as you were, when you and I were one
Alone I lie, though in my mind the reasons come undone
Questions find no answers, though I search them one by one
My thoughts of you then forced into the loneliness of dawn
The tears, that fall in pairs are just as lonely as before
When last my heart deluged my eyes, to drop a thousand more
They fall together gracefully, and as I close the door
They lie in silent pools of broken glass upon my floor
In torn and tattered memories I dream I hear your voice
I struggle to survive those things insanity employs
Then rise to greet another setting sun, though not by choice
My hope is lost within the feelings hopeless now enjoys
I wonder when I’ll reach my lowest point of no return
To find the charred remains where love and happiness were burned
Ashes of my heart were scattered, as each season turned
Thoughts were disassembled, my mind unable to discern
And so my soul has witnessed restless memories depart
To leave my mind unable to begin again, to start
To believe in love again, or so at least in part
So that I may know just why I’m Helpless...
to your heart.
Dean Evans
5-2-14
SOMETIMES
If I had to love you only sometimes,
I think I'd love you just when we're alone
And sometimes we'd unplug the clock
Maybe, we could make time stop
And we could have forever to our own
Sometimes.
If I could only say "I love you" sometimes
I think I'd say it every other day
Then, sometimes I'd go back to when
It was my day to say again,"I love you"
And you wouldn't know it's only
Sometimes.
If I was ever forced to leave you, sometimes
I'd leave you only when we said goodnight
So you could gently fall asleep
With dreams of you and I to keep
You from knowing things somehow weren't right
Sometimes.
If I was called to live my whole life over
I'd try to do most everything again
But I'd leave out the part
Where I caused pain to touch your heart
And sadness wouldn't swirl around you
Sometimes.
If I could be with you only sometimes
I think that I would be with you today
And sometimes we'd just sit and look at all the pictures in our book
And we'd know that the worst thing we could say,
Is "sometimes".
And if I could make you see things my way sometimes
I'd only let you see my love for you
And then I know you'd plainly see
That sometimes isn't true for me
For Sometimes loving you is all I do.
Dean Evans
3-13-2006
WRETCHED IS THE HEART
Desolate is the heart, which is forced to cry alone
Determined is the heart that yearns for love
Fractured is the heart, that is left upon it’s own
All of these, the heart is victim of
Homeless is the heart that must beat, for lasting peace
Jingoist, the heart that covets war
Abashed the heart, that remembers not, life’s fragile ease
All of this the heart endures, and more
Callous is the heart, that has known the pain of loss
Wretched is the heart, that’s given in
Wayward is the heart, that knows not, the fight for cause
All of these the heart is, now and then
Defenseless is the heart that beats for one, and always will
Blinded is the heart that looks away
Fortuitous the heart, that will love your heart until
The Sun is gone, and light has lost the day
Gone astray, the heart that has lost God’s soothing grace
Freed, the heart that calls on Him, divine
Consumed, the heart within, that has longed to see your face
Ravished is the heart, that calls you mine
I think you’ve realized it is my heart, I speak of
Nurturing the heart, that dries my tears
Enduring is the heart, that beats for just your love
Eternally the heart,
Eternal years.
Dean Evans
10-05-13
THE COLOR OF LOVE
If I could bottle up my love for you, what color would it be?
Would it be the red of passion or the deep blue of the sea
Would the bottle hold the emerald green of lazy summer days
Or could it hold the soft pastels of your shy and loving ways
If I could keep our love inside, just to hold it near
Could I place it close, and hear the things I need to hear?
The sounds of whispers in my head that tell me you are mine
So bright that even out in space, we could see it shine
Do you see the color of our love? do you hear the sound I do
That everything that's held within, belongs to me and you
If thrown into the ocean, would our love come back to this?
The soft sand of that lonesome beach where you and I will finally kiss
To see the color of the world that we have between us now
Erase the black, the loss of love that comes sometimes, somehow
If we could put our love in places no one else could know
I'd have a hard time hiding it, I think my part might show
To keep it hidden from the world, would be something that I
May not be able to contain with your hand closed in mine
If I could place our love inside a bottle, keep it safe
The color would be that my love, of overwhelming faith
Of years we'll spend together, the days we'll drink like wine
I'll try to be your everything just so you'll be mine
A diamond glistening through the glass the bottle would contain
To block out what is darkness and shine through all the pain
For pain would have no place inside the vessel we have tossed
Into a dark, and restless sea we've not yet learned to cross
But I can see a shining light from oh, so far away
Together we will mix the colors, when they meet someday
The color of my love for you will come so clean and clear
A bottle thrown into the sea will float throughout the years
And bring my love to me one day, to leave behind goodbyes
The color of our love for me
is the color of your eyes....
Dean Evans
11-28-06
IN BLACK AND BROKEN HEARTED
Do I look unwell?, I am although mostly in my mind
The years have passed too quickly, and love has been unkind
Clouded are my memories, some faded with the time
Places and some faces, are forgotten now I find
Gone are those who knew me in my youth, the days gone by
It saddens me to think about the love I knew as mine
Sweet she was to me, and so I drank it in like wine
Though torn apart, my broken heart, it leaves me cold and I
I see the frost that forms upon my feelings now and then
And wonder if my old and weathered soul will ever win
Or lose the strength to carry on, because of what has been
I've spent the years, in pain and tears, not to be loved again
And so it goes for such a man, I am the one who cries
Darkness overwhelms me in the midst of sunny skies
Left to wonder how this all can be, to reason why
Shattered, torn and tattered, after all the cruel goodbyes
The tears I cry continue, to the loneliness that started
When alone I visit solemn site, the loved and dear departed
Memories that come to me so closely held, and guarded
That now I stand so forlorn and, in black and broken hearted.
Dean Evans
8-21-10
IN THE CLOUDS OF DAWN
On a bitter cold but clear, and dark December night
I rose my eyes into the stars, they offered soothing light
Not even was I hopeful, to witness mornings bright
But I saw you in the clouds of
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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 18.05.2014
ISBN: 978-3-7368-1256-7
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This is dedicated to the one I love