Under the Sky of Paris

 

Thats Amore

In Napoli where love is king
When boy meets girl here’s what they say

When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie
That’s amore
When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine
That’s amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you’ll sing “Vita bella”
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool
That’s amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You’re in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you’re not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
That’s amore

When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie
That’s amore
When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine
That’s amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you’ll sing “Vita bella”
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool)
That’s amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You’re in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you’re not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli)
That’s amore
Lucky fella

When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool)
That’s amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You’re in love
When you walk down in a dream but you know you’re not
Dreaming signore
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli)
That’s amore, (amore)
That’s amore

 

Mamma

For all the Mothers,Mums, Moms and Mamma,s around the world.
For all those who are missing their Mums this Mothers day Sunday.
And for a special lady, my Mum long gone.
Your picture is engraved on my heart.
Ian

Mamma, I’m so happy because I return to you.
My song tells you. It’s the most beautiful dream for me!
Mamma I’m so happy. Why should one live so far away?
Mamma, just only for you my song is flying.
Mamma, you will be with me, you will not be alone anymore!
How much I love you!
These words of love, sighed for you by my heart,
maybe are not used anymore.
Mamma! But my most beautiful song is you!
It is you for a lifetime (you are my life).
And in my life I will not leave you again!
I feel your tired hand. It’s searching for my golden curls.
I feel it, and your voice is feeble, the lullaby – that old lullaby – you used to sing back then (back to the past).
Today your head is whitening. I want to hold it close to my heart.
Mamma
You are my most beautiful song
You are my life
And I will not leave you anymore in my life!
Mamma, son tanto felice
perché ritorno da te.
La mia canzone ti dice
ch’č il piů bel sogno per me!
Mamma son tanto felice…
Viver lontano perché?
Mamma, solo per te la mia canzone vola,
mamma, sarai con me, tu non sarai piů sola!
Quanto ti voglio bene!
Queste parole d’amore che ti sospira il mio cuore
forse non s’usano piů,
mamma!,
ma la canzone mia piů bella sei tu!
Sei tu la vita
e per la vita non ti lascio mai piů!
Sento la mano tua stanca:
cerca i miei riccioli d’or.
Sento, e la voce ti manca,
la ninna nanna d’allor.
Oggi la testa tua bianca
io voglio stringere al cuor.
Music by Cesare Andrea Bixio – Lyrics by Bruno Cherubini
(1898 – 1978)

 

Because of You

I Looked Into the Mirror

Of My Mind

And Saw a Reflection

Of My Heart

And Soul

The Beauty

And Gentleness

Of A Love Filled

With Such

Tenderness

My Eyes Lingered

On The Mirror

Of My Soul

I Saw Love

Unfulfilled

Yearning

For The Embrace

Of Eternal Bliss

And Happiness

I Wandered

In The Mirror

Of Love

And Saw the Beauty

In The Mirrors

Reflections

Dreams Played

Upon My Mind

Of Moments

Shared In Dreams

Romantic Nights

Beneath The Stars

Of The Heavens

Shining

In Happiness

On Lovers

In Nights of Love

Dancing

In The Spotlights

Of The Rays

Of The Moons

Tender Gaze

Oh How We Loved

My Dreamer

Of My Dreams

I Looked

Into The Mirror

Of My Mind

And Saw the Reflection

Of My Heart

Because Of You

 

Candles, Wine and Romance

A Glass of Wine

Shared Across a Table

For Two

Your Soft Tender Hand

Held In Mine

Your Eyes

So Soft and Alluring

Yet Holding the Sparkle

Of A Girls

First Love

Your Shy Tender Smile

Held In My Memory

For Eternity

The Gentle Touch

Of My Hand

Inflaming the Light

Of Love

Within Your Eyes

Eyes Sparkling

In Unknown Hopes

And Dreams

Your Mind

Wandering In the Fantasy’s

Of A Young Girls Love

Eyes Sparkling So Bright

Like A Thousand

Tiny Diamonds

Echoing

From Two Candles

Shared Across a Table

For Two

A Table of Romance

In My Arms

No Words Were Said

As To the Music

Of Our Hearts

We Start To Dance

And Sway

Beneath The Blue Moon

Two Candles

Across A Table

A Glass of Wine

And A Lovers Dance

That Was the Night

That Began Our Romance

When You Became Mine

My Darling

That Was the Night

You Took My Heart

And With Eyes

Never Wavering

From The Love

Within Your Eyes

And In Your Heart

I Held You Close

As Gently We Moved

To The Music

Of That Romantic Night

We Swayed To the Music

Of Young Lovers Hearts

We Danced That Night

My Darling

We Fell In Love

My Sweet Heart

As We Danced

Within Our Hearts

Alone We Loved

And Held Each Others Hearts

Lost To the Music

Of Love

We Danced 

And Dined My Love

A Glass of Wine

Shared Across a Table

For Two

A Gentle Kiss

Bestowed

Upon Your Tender Lips

Two Candles Alight

Two Candles

On A Moonlit Night

Began Our Romance

Began Our Love

 

An Aged but still Romantic Aussie Ian

 

A Love Moment

Slowly and tenderly

I lower you

And gaze down in awe

At your beauty

Your beautiful long hair

Splayed across the pillow

 Your dreamy eyes

Half closed

In expectant passion

Long slender smooth neck

Waiting for long caresses

Lips so full and red

 Pouting in expectant rapture

 Your naked body

Gleaming and emanating

Your wild passionate girl scent

Tantalizing my nostrils

 Lingering soft kisses

To you waiting lips

Teasing every curve

And inch

Of your smooth silken body

With gentle teasing lips

Moist with desire

 Raising you to new heights

Of passionate agony

Joining you

With hardened thrusts

Of raw passion unleashed

Together we climb

To heights of ecstasy

Mouths smothered

In passionate kisses

Stifling moans

Of pleasures deep

We succumb

To the ultimate embrace

Of our loves desires

 

Dreams within Words

Words of Love

Held Close within a Heart

Confined To the Eternal Torment

Seeking Freedom of Release

From A Soul in Confusion

Of Hearts and Minds Turmoil

The Touch of Your Hand

Your Smile Of Acceptance

Of My Love Is All I Ask

To Feel You in My Soul

And Feel the Tempest of Love

Raging In Your Beating Heart

Together To Walk

The Journey of Life

Eternal

Locked In Each Others Soul

Bound For All Times

By The Vows

Of Loves Bliss

Release Me My Soul

From This Eternal Damnation

Of A Heart Seeking Freedom

From Frustration of Love

Take My Hand My Love

And Hold My Heart

And Free Me

From The Eternal Torment

Of A Love Confined Within

The Lines and Pages

Of My Poets Soul

Pages That Feel the Tears

Of Every Word Within

Love Is an Irresistible Ache

To Surrender

My Soul to You

Release Me

My Aching Soul

To Love Again

 

A Melody of a Mermaid Love

Between The Ebbs and Flows

Of Oceans Eternal Tides

In The Blinking

Of The Moonbeams Smile

I Waited Upon the Shores

For My Dream to Rise

From Beneath

The Oceans Waves

From Her Briny Home

In The Depths

Of Her Waters

Running Deep

In The Moonlight

I Sat Upon the Shore

And Fell Into a Reverie

Of My Mermaids Love

 A Night like This

So Long Ago

I Sat Beneath the Stars

That Sparkled Like Diamonds

Glistening On Oceans Waves

And A Moon That Illuminated

The Salty Crests

Breaking upon the Shores

As If in a Rush

To Deliver You

Into My Waiting Heart

I Saw You From Afar

Dancing Upon the Waves

Your Song Entrancing

To My Soul

As Your Laughter

Carried Across the Winds

And Broke Upon My Ears

In A Lovers Tease

Your Long Golden Hair

Billowed and Glistened

As You Came Closer

To My Heart

Upon The Shore

Your Closeness

Captivated My Soul

 In The Fantasy of Love

Burning Upon My Mind

I Saw You Rise

And Float Towards Me

With Feet

Of Such Exquisite Form

Your Smile as Golden

As Your Long Beautiful Hair

And Angelic

As The Sparkle in Your Eyes

My Heart Was Beating Fast

As You Gently

Took Me in Your Arms

In Silence

And With Loves Desires

Raging

Within Our Hearts

We Lowered To the Sands

Of The Shores

 Your Kiss So Tender

Entrancing

My Mind in Euphoria

Of Loves Emotions

I Entered

The Deepest Caverns

Of Your Soul

And Tasted

The Salty Existence

Of My Mermaids Being

In The Final Act

Of Loves Excitement

The Frothy Waves

Of My Mermaids

Secret Grotto

Broke Upon My Soul

As Dawn Broke

Across Your Waters

Running Deep

I Saw You Swim

Beneath The Waves

Your Final Golden Smile

Engraved On My Heart

As My Mermaid of Dreams

Dived

In A Final Flash

Of Sparkling Waters

Returning To Her Salty Home

From Oceans Deep

Carrying My Heart

Within Her Soul

Again

Under The Twinkling Stars

In Moon Beams Rays

I Await My Mermaid

Of Love

 

Dancing with Tears in my Eyes

My heart is a song

For you

Our love

Is the lyrics

Your sparkling eyes

Play the tune

We dance

With wings entwined

Our feet

Floating on the cosmos

In the ballroom

Of eternal time

We soar amongst

The Heavens

And sing

With words unspoken

Two hearts

Lost in love

Our spirits dance

Beneath the stars

Our music

Plays for us

Alone

We dance

The spirits dance

Lost in days

And times

Of eternal love

Lost between

The heavens and earth

We dance the spirits dance

Of the soul

We dance the spirits dance

Of eternal love

 

For Noeleen—Sultry Asian Nights of Love

 

Sultry Asian Nights of Love

In My Dreams My Sweetheart

The Music in Your Gentle Voice

Still Captivates My Heart

I Dream In Memories

Of Places and Scenes

Of So Long Ago

I Can Still Smell the Scent

Of The Sweet Asian Flowers

In Your Long Black Hair

Those Days

And Hot Sultry Nights

We Loved and Laughed

On Distant Shores

To The Song

Of Anger and Hurt

Raging Overhead

I Knew You Had Another

You Made Love to Me

Yet You Had a Lover

In My Eyes

There Was No Hurt

The World

Was Upside Down

But In Your Eyes

I Saw Desire

And

With A Beating Heart

I Watched In Awe

I Saw the Gentle Kiss

You Placed

Upon Her Tender Lips

In Love I Ached

As Never Before

Her Gentle Lips

Upon Your Breasts

The Rise and fall

Of Asian Hips

So Smooth and Exquisite

As Smooth As Velvet

Small Petite Limbs

Pure and Creamy White

Glistening With Loves

Sweet Moist Heat

Of Desire

I Watched You Kiss

The Pearl of the East

I Watched In Passion

You Joined As One

And Played the Song

Of Eastern Love

Upon Each Others Lips

I Saw The Rising

Of The Tides

And Wash Of Asian Shores

For Hours I Gazed

Upon My Loves

And Saw

Within Your Eyes

The Love of Two Hearts

Who Loved As One

You Came To Me

That Sultry Asian Night

And Beneath

The Pale Moon Glow

I Kissed Your Lips

And Tasted the Nectars

Of The Kiss of Love

Upon Your Lips

And In Your Eyes

Saw Love

Never Seen Before

We Loved

That Hot Sultry Night

Like We Had Never

Loved Before

And To the Passions

Of Your Cries

Behind Me I Heard

The Gentle Sound

Of The Closing

Of your Sisters Door

For She Who Is He

And He Who Is She

And Those

Who Love As One

 

A Fool of Love

A fool of love Am I

For I can never see

The Love in your Heart

Through the forest

And trees

Yet I see the flowers

That bloom in the spring

And I see a rose

In a garden of weeds

A rose that blossoms

In a garden of weeds

A Rose for you

A petal for me

Your smile your touch

To make my Heart sing

Roses do blossom

Roses do die

But the rose in your eye

Will always bring a tear

Will always make me cry

Your Love tears my Heart asunder

Lost in a world of fantasy

And make believe

Don’t waste your teardrops

On a fool such as I

Look beyond the horizon

Look into your heart

And follow your dreams

Look beyond the forest

Look beyond the trees

Look into my Heart

And you will see

A falling petal

From a dying rose

Yet a petal of Love

Once was a flower

That blossomed and bloomed

In a garden of weeds

You found the petal

Of my love

Now I fade in darkest nights

I sleep in the scent

Of a garden of Love

 

 

 

Dreams within Words

Words of Love

Held Close within a Heart

Confined To the Eternal Torment

Seeking Freedom of Release

From A Soul in Confusion

Of Hearts and Minds Turmoil

The Touch of Your Hand

Your Smile Of Acceptance

Of My Love Is All I Ask

To Feel You in My Soul

And Feel the Tempest of Love

Raging In Your Beating Heart

Together To Walk

The Journey of Life

Eternal

Locked In Each Others Soul

Bound For All Times

By The Vows

Of Loves Bliss

Release Me My Soul

From This Eternal Damnation

Of A Heart Seeking Freedom

From Frustration of Love

Take My Hand My Love

And Hold My Heart

And Free Me

From The Eternal Torment

Of A Love Confined Within

The Lines and Pages

Of My Poets Soul

Pages That Feel the Tears

Of Every Word Within

Love Is an Irresistible Ache

To Surrender

My Soul to You

Release Me

My Aching Soul

To Love Again

 

My Butterfly of Love

 

I Recall You in My Arms

That Evening

So Long Ago

So Clear in Mind’s Eye

As Though It Was Yesterday

I Held You in My Arms

As We Slowly Danced

In The Garden Of Love

Amongst The Flowers

Of Romance

I Held You Close

And With Smiles

Upon Our Lips

We Kissed The

Unspoken Language

Of Lovers

In The Closeness

Of Our Embrace

I Felt the Firmness

Of Your Breasts

Striving To Reach

The Fullness

Of My Beating Heart

I Kissed Your Slender Neck

And Softly Caressed

Your Tender Cheeks

Hot and Flushed

With Rising Passion

Our Dance

Was Not Of This World

In The Slowness

Of Young Lovers Time

We Were Young and Free

We Danced In Young Love

We Danced On Air

And We Danced

Between Sparkling Stars

Throughout The Heavens

Our Never Ending

Dance of Love Continued

Yet Still Locked

In The Kiss of Love

Our Passions Soared

To The Orchestra

Of The Angels

On Highs and Lows

We Scaled the Heights

Of Love

Our Never Ending Dance

Of Love Continued

Our Passionate Kiss

Leading To Eruptions

Of Our Hearts Love

The Ultimate Climax

And Finale

Of The Song

Of Love

In My Dreams

I Come To You

Do You Recall My Love

That Evening

So Long Ago

The Evening We Danced

The Dance of Love

 

The Beating of my Heart

That Warm Summers Night

So Long Ago

Yet In My Dreams

Was Last Night That

I Held You in My Arms

The Tenderness of Your Heart

So Gentle To Behold

Shining In the Glow

Of Your Radiant Smile

Your Deep Dark Eyes

Held Pools

Of Endless Undying Love

I Bathed

In The Fruits of Love

You Held Within Your Heart

And Basked In the Glow

Of Your Long Beautiful Hair

Holding Back Tears

As I Tenderly

Ran My Fingers

Through Your Girlish Tresses

Of Golden Curls

Cascading Down

You’re Back

So Petite and Soft

To My Touch

You Giggled As I Held

You Close

To My Aching Heart

Softly and Tenderly

I Kissed Your Lips

Of Girlish Love

And Tasted the Nectar’s

Of Your Soul Within

Cheeks Aglow In Loves Desires

So Soft and Sweet

As The First Fruits

Of The Garden of Eden

Your Slender Neck

Of Exquisite Softness

And Beauty

The Pathway

Of A Young Girls

Playground of Delight

Your Tender Breasts

Beating in Desire

You Held Me Tight

My Beautiful Angel

I Was Lost that night

Ah but a dream

That Warm Summers Night

My Lover

Wrapped In Your Wings

Of Loves Passion

For Eternity We Loved

That Night

So Long Ago

You’re Kiss of Love

Still Lingers

On My Lips

And Upon My Soul

Never forget our love

For that night I loved for one

Only you

 

Anyone Care To Dance With Aussie Ian ?

 

For Cat…My Friend…http://ckpeacemaker.wordpress.com/

Somewhere in the Heavens

Of the Universe

From Distant Times

Of Forgotten Dreams

A new Birth Begins

A Journey of Discovery

Again to Explore

The realms

Of the Human Mind

And Experience

The Emotions

Of Earthly existence

A little spirit

Safe and Cocooned

In a Mothers

Caring Womb

Experiencing

The First Stirrings

Of Births

Passage of Life

So Innocent

Of the Unknown

An Angel

Passed

From the Hands

Of the Great Spirit

Of Time Eternal

And Entrusted

To the Care

Of an Earthly Life

A little Spirit

Bringing Joy

Love and Happiness

To all who see

The Glow of Birth

In the Eyes

Of a Mother

Sparkling in Emotions

Of a new Existence

A little life too soon to leave

Wrapped in her mothers arms

Secure in the love within her heart

For a fleeting moment

as a falling star

An angel fell to earth

She left a gift for her mother so

An angels eyes that once in time

Gazed upon her mothers loving heart

 

A Waltz Down Memory Lane

George had awoken at the same time he had been for over the last twenty years, as soon as the morning sun spread her warming rays through the partially opened curtains on his window.

His morning routine never varied either, his shaving and dressing all a part of a routine he had learnt from his earlier days in the army, a time so long ago now that only surfaced now and then when he allowed his memory to wander back to ancient days.

George shuffled down the corridors of the old nursing home he had come to call home after being a resident there for over twenty years, as usual he knocked on the door of number 23 and heard a thin weak voice call him to enter.

Marge was sitting at her dressing table brushing her long white hair, hair that used to glow golden in the sunlight but now had turned to white, Marge had been a resident longer than George had, but they both, in the eyes of the nursing staff, developed a mutual friendship. They shared each others company and enjoyed walks together , and were always playing cards or listening to George’s old phonograph records.

Time for breakfast Marge, George called to her.

Be right there George, Marge responded, as she put the finishing touches to her hair.

He held her arm as they both shuffled down the corridors to the dining room, they were always the last to arrive and the last to leave. They sat at the table they had both shared for many years now, it was a ritual in the dining room where the residents had their favourite table, which was unspokenly reserved.

The breakfast conversation was no more, nor no less than what it had been for over twenty years, the weather, the coming of spring,the emergence of the daffodills and marigolds in all their new born colour. George had replayed this conversation over twenty years now and never tired of watching the shine in Marge’s eyes as she recalled every piece of the awakening of each season, he loved to see the shine in her eyes as she recalled forgotten days from her childhood.

Breakfast was over as they were, as usual, ushered from the dining room to allow the staff to prepare for the days dining regime.

George took Marge’s arm and led her into the garden for their daily morning walk, she loved this time of the day, the sun gave her warmth and bought out the girlish colours on her parched and aged skin. She allowed George the privilege of holding her arm as they strolled down to the big old maple tree, the one with the aged old bench beneath , the bench that they had sat on for over twenty years for George , but for Marge it was a a bench she sat on for the first time each day.

Marge loved to hear all about George;s life and family and George, at Marge;s insistence, would tell her.

How many children do you have George and how many grandchildren Marge would ask.

George would begin with a faraway look in his eyes, I have three children Marge, two boys and one daughter.

How many grandchildren George Marge would press.

My daughter has a daughter, my grandsons, my two boys have a son each, two grandsons, so I have one grandaughter and two grandsons said George.

Marge would sigh and tell George how much she enjoys hearing about his family.

George wanted to ask Marge to tell him all about her family but Marge flatly refused, this actual conversation occurred over twenty years ago, under the same maple tree, when Marge confided in George that she had a medical condition and cannot recall any off her past life, and thats why she loved hearing of Georges family and history.

The morning sun was tiring, as two old friends shared company and friendship, Marge asked George if he would mind helping her back to her room , she felt tired today and wanted to have a small nap. George obliged and helped his old friend to her feet and escorted her back to her room, they would , as Marge insisted, have their afternoon card games and listen to Georges old phonograph.

Seeing Marge safely in her room, George ambled down the corridor to his room with the intention of a morning nap,coming towards him he noticed Doctor Graham , Doctor Graham was Marge;s Doctor.

Morning Doctor said George.

Morning George how are you, fine, going well said George, can I ask you a question, yes said Doctor Graham.

Hows the tests going on Marge ?,Doctor Graham knew the relationship between George and Marge and had no hesitation in telling George the truth.

George he said, as you know, Marge has a medical condition whereby she cannot recall her past, we have done every test medically possible but cannot explain her condition, what is perplexing is that every few years she comes out of this condition and can recall all her past, every bit of her past, but these instances only last for about half an hour, she then seems to fade back into some world or living coma that is a complete mystery to the medical profession.

I’m sorry George but thats the way it will always be, you are a great comfort to Marge, George, and in her world of coma I am sure she knows the love and feels the comfort you bring her.

George retired to his room and decided to have a short nap, but sleep was as elusive as a butterfly. He pondered on the ways of the world and the many vagaries of life, he wondered how, in old age, these earthly emotions of love and memories take on such huge proportions in an ageing mind.

He thought of Marge and what would be her emotions and feelings if she actually came face to face with her past.

He fell asleep into a wandering world of both past and present, a cauldron of emotions, where love was trapped between the past and the present, with no future on the horizon, and thus was how George slept.

Both George and Marge were in the habit of having their midday meal in their rooms, and late in the afternoon George would get the cards and with his old phonograph under his arm, make his way to Marge;s room.

Today they played cards quietly and enjoyed each others company while listening to George;s old 78s, the record finished playing and Marge laid her cards on the table.

She looked at George and said,

How come you never visit me like you always used to ?

George gazed at Marge and saw a look of comprehension in her eyes.

You never tell me about the children or how the grandchildren are she snapped.

I visit you every day and tell you how the children are said George, in a quick placating way,

also as you know that shop of ours takes up a lot of time to run Marge.

Tell me how the children are and how they are doing at school she asked.

George leant across the table and took her hand within his, he then proceeded to tell the full story off Marges sickness, from there he went on to tell her all about her children, the same story he had been telling her for over twenty years under the nursing home maple tree.

He told her their two sons were doing well, one was a doctor the other a barrister, both had boys at university, their daughter was married and given them two grandaughters, twins.

Marge said nothing as George related their history,tears were flowing down her cheeks as she held Georges hand tightly in her own frail hand.

George gazed into Marge;s eyes and saw the overwhelming love that he was also feeling.

Would you like to dance with me Marge ?

She could only nod as words could not escape her lips.

George moved over to the old phonograph and selected a record that he had only played for her six times, he took her arm and raised her to the floor,wrapped in each others arms they slowly waltzed around the cold austere nursing room floor, years fell away as two lovers danced back into time and memories, times of carefree love and laughter, the world was theirs, the world was their oyster and they were the pearl, a pearl of magical colours, all combining to make two hearts one.

Marge gazed into Georges eyes and told him of her undying love.

I love you George ever since the day we were married, I know I have been sick and you are with me every day. I feel you in my arms every day and I will feel your love in my heart for eternity.

This time George, I dont think I will be returning, we are aged and time has flown,just remember that I will always love you she said, as tears flowed freely down her aged cheeks.

George held her close and told her he will forever be by her side and that their love will never die.

The record finished playing and, as old 78s do, went into a scratching mode.

Marge pushed George away from her, and demanded to know what was he doing, and what did he think he was doing in her room.

George could see a vagueness in her eyes and quietly said,

I am helping you back to the card table.

I dont want to play anymore cards, I am tired and want to lie down.

George helped her to the bed and saw she was comfortable.

And take that infernal machine with you, its giving me a headache she said.

George asked if she wanted to play cards again tomorrow and got a polite nod of Marge.

I just need to rest George , now go.

George moved to the door with the old phonograph player and took one last backward glance at Marge, with a solitary tear coursing down his cheek, he whispered words that only angels could hear.

I love you Marge.

Nights can be long and lonely in the old nursing homes for the aged.

Dawn broke through the ancient windows heralding the new day.

The night nurse shift logged off as the new shift began their morning rounds.

Marge couldn;t be woken, she had finally left her world of dreams and memories which of only she could understand.In her hand was held a faded photograph of three young children.

The young nurse made her way back to the nurses station to report her finding to the sister on duty.

The sister told the young nurse to go and advise George as she knew that they were very good friends.

The young nurse entered George;s room and found it in darkness which was unusual for George.

George had found his peace and had gone with the only love he had ever known.

A calmness and hint of a smile upon his lips was all that remained.

The only sound in that ancient old room was the scratching of the record on the old phonograph.

The nurse moved over and removed the record and turned off the player, she glanced at the title of the record that had been obviously playing all night, it was The Emperors Waltz.

She wasn;t to know that it was a waltz that was played on a wedding day many years before she was born, a waltz for two young hearts that swore eternal love and now waltz between the stars and moons locked in each others hearts

Years passed by and the old nursing home was finally demolished, in an old boarded up storeroom at the end of the hall, they found an ancient phonograph with an old LP record, scratched and worn,The Emperors Waltz

 

 

 

The End

Emu

Postcript

The narrative for this story is purely mine, it is my first adventure into the world of storytelling as such. However I must admit the storyline is taken from an old movie I once saw many years ago, the title of which I cant recall.I have taken the liberty of posting this in both my spaces, Aussie Ian and Aussie Emu as I am not sure if its Love and Romance as such or just a story.

I hope you enjoyed my efforts

Emu

 

Tears of Heartache

A little boy awakens

In the midnight hour

With memory’s that cross the seas

In dreams he searches

In his mind

He searches for the love

He left behind

Awake yet not sleeping

He searches the recesses

Of his memory

He knows you have the key

To his heart

Yet knows the door

To his love

For you my Darling

Has always been open

The good times

The bad times

We both went through

To reach the final destiny

Our love so true

Memories to carry

Of times I spent

With you

Somehow we lived

Through it all

And our love survived

Memory’s I carry

With dreams yet to unfold

I wish upon every falling star

A way to live

In the land of love

And not just in dreams

If I knew a way

That’s where I would be

In your arms my Darling

Safe with me

Why does love

Have to be so hard

And cause my heart to ache

I Pen my thoughts

With tears in my eyes

My love is so plain

For all to see

How can one person

Love so much

That when pen goes to paper

The ink dries up

And I write with the tears

Of love in my eyes

I hold your hand in dreams

And yet I cry

Little boys tears upon my pillow

I hold on to love

A curse or a blessing

On a little boys heart

Yet still I hold onto love

I hold onto you

Now I sleep my darling

In the land of memories

And dreams

I will meet you my love

Again tonight

In my boyhood dreams