Beauty
Moonlight Sonata
In the tranquility of my dreams,
That carry me without a choice,
I float above the red fires of hell,
To touch the tips of angels' wings.
In the tranquility of my dreams,
I waltz with sylphs adorned in white frost,
Quick, quick, slow, quick, quick, slow,to and fro
Beneath the diamond studded trees.
In the tranquility of my dreams,
I frolic with sirens in the sea,
Float with dolphins in guilded coral,
As Neptune summons me to come home.
In the tranquility of my dreams,
Where nothing is right or what it seems,
I yield to the possibilities,
That these joys are now my reality.
11/24/00
Amy Riberdy
The Forest Ranger
Across the dark waters, shimmering with a vision of the Guardian of this night,
I behold the soft whisperings of eagles' down left behind from Their nocturnal flight.
Across the bows of the ancient copse, they are followed by Rainbow trails awash in light,
Disguising the woodlands to be nothing more than a stage to Flirt and share sweet delight
Deep in the night, as snowy owls dance, the creatures that Hide from the day come awake.
The noble, grey wolf enobles its head, to pay homage to the Penumbrae to partake,
In the hunt with the great bear. Each are grateful for the Shelter of moonlight off the lake
Which impedes the feral dangers, until keen obfuscation Becomes certain and slake.
And, across the dark waters, so tranquil and deep, lovers Entwine on the distant shore,
Not discerning nor desiring a reality they can't see as they Step through the door
Of pleasant lodgings filled with old charm. I nurture this Wilderness for man to honor
The night's enchantment of divine visions, cool clean waters, A lovers' moonglow and more.
Only I know the sheltered truth that these dark mystic waters Have guarded with such care.
I am the watcher and the keeper of the mysteries that are Concealed way out there.
Marked trails show me that forest magic is protecting the Regal wolf and the brave bear.
When respect prevails on each side of the shore, no man, or Beast should have reason to fear.
11/16/00
Amy Riberdy
MISS BROWN TO YOU
She could sing the blues,
oh, how she could belt them out.
Heart must have been stomped,
more than one time from the sounds of it.
She had a voice that was unique,
the tinkling ivory's in the background,
soft sound of horns, barely able to hear,
she was a gifted woman, her fire burnt out too soon.
She had a way of making you hang,
waiting for the next word sung,
thinking about her next sound,
you are intoxicated in her presence.
Oh, the one and only Billie Holiday,
I love to sit and listen,
she sings with such strong feeling,
must have been a heavenly connection.
The soul of this lady, mature before it's time,
Listen with an open heart, listen between the lines.
Does she sing from experience, is it just that gift,
able to make herself one with the listener.
Foreign Smile
I have this foreign smile
It drives most people wild
I don’t know why I use it
I guess I just abuse it
Please give me something
Something I can’t see
Please give me something
Something I don’t need
I’m walking away from you
Cause it’s all that I can do
If I had my way with you
I would be called a fool
So keep your distance
Let me go
Maybe then
You'll never know
Why you have this urge
To see me daily
Never to kiss these lips so sweet
I won't let you play me
Please give me someting
Something I can't see
Please give me someting
Something I don't need
I'll keep my smile
And you'll never know
Where it came from
You'll have to let go
Cause you are a coward
Too scared to see
Who I am
What I might be
So never look at me again
And wonder what's behind my grin
I don't have time to explain
I know you can't handle the pain
That love would bring if you loved me
So let me pass by, let me be
Please don't give me something
Something I can't see
Please don't give me something
Something I don't need
You just can't handle me
It drives you wild
As you keep wondering why...
I have this foreign smile
Revised 11-2000