so much of what we are is not seen
and all too often what is seen
is believed to be what we are
and sometimes even to ourselves
but if you listen to the night songs
you will find beauty not from without
but from within these aging pattern of flesh
it is not the singer but the song
and as i stood in evening’s light rain
my thoughts were of you and your song
of what i see and what you see
and wondered how different the view
for what i see makes me warm inside
and settles the anger of the years
bringing night songs and soft rain
where once there was only pain
once i would have tried so hard
to have you see as i see
but now i know to wait
for within you is my song
and so i stand in light rain
feeling the tones of night songs
knowing something new about love
that its tune never need be forced
Read Between the Minds 
“from within these aging pattern of flesh
it is not the singer but the song”
Beautiful lines. So well put.
Darling, I am doing a tribute for William,
for his 6oth birthday,
come and greet him?
http://justmeshakirack.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-best-day-william.html
hugs
shakira
This is truly beautiful. Very true as well. I wish I would have read this in my 20’s. You created a gem. Pearl
The photo is beautiful as well. I studied it for minutes. Pearl
Very interesting poem.
So true, I love your wording.
Thanks every so much for the kind words…I love the whole process of creating poems.
I’ve read through your work on here and it is truly well written and a joy to read. This one is definitely the most beautiful.
Thank you…each day I wonder if I’m going to think of anything to write about…of course one day I didn’t so I elected to write about the murder of the poet…that’s the crime scene report poem. Thanks again for visiting my blog.
We know about a person what they want us to know. 🙂
Except…there was this poem I read the other day…that noted that the eyes often reveal parts of us that we do not know we are revealing…you know , that thing our mothers would say to us “look me in the eye”…and if I had any kind of memory I would tell you who wrote that yesterday..but alas..I don’t…but if recall it I send it to you. 🙂
OMG….I just wrote one! Check it out! 🙂
I love the word choice and diction, great poem.
Thank you…this is a poem that has a number of memories for me…not all pleasant.
this is great. lovely image accompanying it, too.
OK for me to put yr place on my blogroll? I’ve been looking in for awhile.
thanx also for yr kind comments on mine.
Keep on
I would be very honored to have you include me on your blog roll…thanks evey so much.
After the rains we see the bedrock, sometimes surprising even ourselves.
This is my favorite thing I’ve read of yours thus far. I’ve often wondered how wrongly I am perceived, and likewise how wrongly I perceive others. “No one knows what it’s like to be anybody but themselves.”
Absolutely beautiful. Love the word choice. Excellent work my friend.
this is so beautiful ! And unfortunately true too. Had that happened 😦
this poem is so beautiful and patient. thanks for sharing.
“and so i stand in light rain
feeling the tones of night songs
knowing something new about love
that its tune never need be forced”
So beautiful, absolutely haunting. I really love your work and this poem really grabbed my attention, I adore it.
Thank you for your comment on my page too. I’ll be sure to follow your work.
Wow. Your a profound writer.. I’ve just read a couple of your poems and they are the type where you have to dig sown deep into the words.. the meaning behind the words! Very nice.
*Down… Not sown.. Sorry
Thank you for the gentle images that mix the tenderness and frustrations of love. I absolutely love this poem.
This one touches my heart
Like Cocoadream the feelings in this one still stir my heart, sometimes when I read your older poems I have different emotions than the first time, but other times like now I feel the same. I so appreciate your poems