November Morning

November Morning

Crinkly colored burned out leaves
Scratch across the ground.
Toppling twisted configurations.
Whirling wind, dance of sound.

Couch-bound here and clutching coffee
Its another November mourning.
Recalling that familiar clinging,
Tickled trance of cozy feelings.

Cup now turns to overflowing
An excited sense of dread.
Grateful all at once
For the sudden introspect.

Ready now to bundle up,
Heart longs for a snuggle up,
Then to fall
within again
into that
Deeper Silence.

A protracted chance to be creative,
As inward stillness lay.
But still this summer child begs the Sun,
"Please stay, please stay, please stay."

Julee V~11/11

Thoughts that turn to song on the road

Canyonlands

The Canyonlands are calling you home...

The Canyonlands are calling you home...

Wild daisies bow and wave by the roadside...

At the traffic that blows on by.

With every mile, I leave a trail behind...

Drops of blue along the highway lines.

Drops of blue on the highway lines.

But, the river she shines in the sunlight...

A brown and golden guide.

Leading me up this mountain high...

Stealing my sorrow with a smile and a sigh.

She steals my sorrow with a smile and a sigh.

And the Canyonlands are calling you home...

The Canyonlands are calling you home.

They say you can lead a horse to water...

But you can't make him drink.

And if he's saddled with the past,

And a love gone bad...

It can surely make him sink.

It was bound to make him sink.

And love can leave you off before your destination...

On the shoulder with your bags packed alone.

Is there a path that leads you back to an open door...

An open heart can lead you home.

Your open heart will lead you home.

Met a Wolf last night...

Had a sheep's coat on.

Eyes fixed and glowing like the desert moon above.

He'd have entered my den...

If I had let him in.

Trading my shelter for his love.

To trade my shelter for his love.

But, the Canyonlands keep calling You Home.

The Canyonlands are calling You home.

The Canyonlands are calling You home.

When You listen to the quiet night,

You'll know.

JV ~ 8/25/10 ~

Before He Said Hello

They met one night at the hitchin' post

He saw her smile and it looked like home.

'Round the river's edge he talked

The tired story of a man who always walks.

And he was already gone before he said hello...

She could see he'd been a lonely child

Hid behind a gentleman's smile

River carved in him a deep divide

Years of tears no one ever dried...oh well.

So he learned to run, but he could never make it home...

He said, "I never give in"

And he never did.

Yeah his river, it rolls...

But wherever he goes...

His grass looked just as green back there.

His grass was just as green back there.

Too many ills without a remedy

Came to pass as things do...naturally.

I looked at him with eyes open wide

But he's hard to hold when he can't hide.

Oh well.

He was already gone.

He was already gone.

And he was already gone,

Long before he said hello,

Long before he said hello.

JV- March 2007

Time Smiles

Time...it moves in silence.

Slipping past our narrow gaze.

No long farewells or hugs goodbye. 

Just up and out the door with grace.

Life...it tries to wake us.

Shakes us out of our foggy haze.

Drift back to sleep or reach for gold

We choose in every step of the race.

Love...it tries to find us.

Our tracks still fresh with pain.

We can choose to let it soothe us 

as cleansing as a gentle rain.

Time...is now and waits for no one

Smiling at our hurried pace.

Its gift unnoticed by so many

except for those who know their place. 

JV 8/4/10

*written for Sandra Kiss London

Jane

Wedding cake and silver tights

She steps out on the street lit night…

Sidewalk chalk can’t hide the rain

She jumps the cracks

Skips past the pain.

 ....

Merry Jane in Mary Janes

Platform shoes

On 5th and Main.

She passes by with silver thighs

Doesn’t even know my name.

 ....

A gallery of ethos

Her art’s on display

Assembling her thoughts

She’s got something to say.

 ....

Words spiked with wisdom

She drinks City life

Egos, Mosaics

Color her nights.

 ....

Merry Jane in Mary Janes.

Sapphire eyes…

Can’t hide the rain.

Silver streaks

Down her face…

She’s all dressed up

In weathered lace.

 ....

Merry Jane in Mary Janes

Sapphire eyes…

Don’t look away.

Merry Jane in Mary Janes
Lady Night

Your smile lights my way.

~JV 9/20/10

Collection of songs and poems I have written.