Lonely Imaginations

I find I am more lonely
when I come home at night
Empty house with dog and cat
won't let it be quite right.

So my mind wanders
in allowance of cravings due.
I let imaginations run
with a lot of thought of you.

I let my passions flower
they bloom along the way.
Leaving a litter of beauty
for me to see each day.

Oh, I take so many liberties
thru a mind set in need.
Cause I bring you in fantasies
to romp in sensual greed.

All beyond is darkness
you help fill the empty core.
A steady salacious longing
keeps me begging for more.

Somewhere out there
you sing a lovely song
helping to keep me humming
when all the world is wrong.

So I come home to loneliness
tho all is never quite right
but thoughts of you save me
and help me thru the night.

Del Cano 2007 February

 

Living in the Moment

Living in the moment
what does it really mean.
To capture each vision
like a morning sunbeam?

She told me to reach high
so each moment could shine.
Stand out like a crystal
to be claimed as only mine.

I suppose some of us
worry away our days.
Tomorrow ain't promised
yesterday is but a haze.

Put some life into right now
absorb and live a bit for today.
While we studder for another
today just fades away.

Go ahead, soak it in
squeeze in a good wow.
Let painful sights pass on
live in the moment now.

Del Cano 2007 February

 

Miss You, My Friend

Did I hear you right?
Did you tell me I am missed
Did I hear you needed a greeting
starting off with a kiss?

Did I truly feel your whisper
the one that tickles my ear?
Is that the sound I heard
which I needed to hear.

Much time and distance
one hell of a long bit of space.
Tho snow and hillsides separate
still, I can see your face.

I reach for my toothbrush
part of my hygienic task.
Visions of you dangling
they always seem to last.

Did our words meet half way
thoughts mingling in the wind.
Let me tell you, I love you
and miss you, my friend.

Del Cano 2007 February

 

Heaven, Are You Listening

Heaven, are you listening?
Can you hear the hollow cries
Do you see the grief building
Shown thru tear stained eyes.

Heaven, do you know the pain
created by life's lonely route
Do you know the sounds
when a hurting heart cries out.

Heaven, are you listening?
Are you aware of her needs
Seems you still wait for her
now that she's planted the seeds.

Heaven, oh, heaven, hear me
your child of God is on her way.
Soon she will be at rest
no more pain in her day.

Del Cano 2007 January