Thursday, April 18, 2024

When She’s Not Here

When she smiles with her eyes

My day changes instantly

What am I missing when she’s not here

When she utters words I hear

A symphony playing

What am I missing when she is not here

To love her is to know her

Positive thoughts flowing

Learning and growing

To know her is to love her

And love her I do

When she embraces me warm

Her feelings run though my heart

What am I missing when she is not here

by Bill Ferguson

We Learn

In efforts to fill ambitions

I dream

Far and wide

Searching for answers

In the open

There is nothing to hide

In efforts to grow I ask questions

Seeking

Others thoughts

Fertilizing ideas

To lean on

Synthesized for my mind

In a world outside my clean window

I see

Cars float by

Where are they going

Never stopping

Wonder can I go too

In life

We learn

As we grow

by Bill Ferguson

A Sense Of Loss

Shame and scandal

Firing days of yore

Selfish ego

One knows the score

Fleeting memories

Of far distant times

Anguish and heartbreak

They were good friends of mine

Desolate

I withered

Knowing one of life's miracles

Was set aside

In the best interest of all

To this day I rue

The harsh realities

Of growing up

In times

Controlled by

Deep seated fears

Where self induced

Embarrassment

Fuelled

Limitations

by Bill Ferguson

Leaping Fires

A painted picture

Sits by the door

Waiting quietly

For a new home

Memories captured

A lonely tune

Where minds do wander

Seeking a use

Could it be something that she needs

Could it be something that she wants

Could it be something unknown

That fuels her dialogue

Could it be distant loneliness

Could it be internal desire

Racing through darkened woods

Feeding leaping fires

by Bill Ferguson

Coffee Houses

Serenading maidens

Populating coffee houses

Golden voices

Reflecting tender words

Etching pictures

Elegant but often true

Lost in the moment

Raising questions

That seek not answers

But hint at the truth

Reflecting mindsets

Wrapped in somber songs

The audience breaks out

In their praise

They look ahead

It’s not a phase

Seeing the real you

You have been all along

by Bill Ferguson

Passing Thoughts

Pulling emotions

In conflicting times

A recipe for disaster

A road to confine

Passing thoughts

To sort out

Passing thoughts

To be defined

A lonely process

That is good for the mind

by Bill Ferguson

What I Need

A childhood fantasy

An adult reality

Emotions kept

Deeply in place

Affording neither

Their due space

So much of my life

I can trace

Through illusions

That held the day

A solo pursuit

Is what was dreamed

Feed the growth

Was in all it did read

It’s not ego

It's what was believed

Struggling through the day

It was sent on its way

Songs to pay the rent

Time that was well spent

Reaching for dreams

To see what they meant

Win or lose

It was heaven sent

Living my life this way

Made me stronger everyday

I’ve had to do it my own way

Living my life from day to day

Taking in what I need

I had to become the real me

by Bill Ferguson

Life As…

Life in stereo

Life with no echo

Life as a dream

Beyond my means

Life as symphony

Life with sympathy

Life as a walk

Through Central Park

And when the night comes

I hunker down

With my books and my poetry

Searching the unknown

And when the night comes

I find solace

Lingering carefully

In the silent surrounds

Life as tragedy

Life as summer breeze

Life as being more

Than it does seem

Life as comedy

Life as fulfilling needs

Life as reaching

For what I need

by Bill Ferguson

New York City 1967

Tuning her guitar

With intensity

Her face covered

By her hair

Strumming slowly

In full splendour

As if no one

Was really there

Then she looked up

And smiled a shy smile

Thanking those who listened

With such patience

To her noodling

Inspired to

Get it right

Angelic beauty

Rocked our world

Intensity

Personified

Singing songs

With heartfelt depth

Rapture ensued

Until clapping

Was an afterthought

A moment

That was so

Undefined

And defied

Expectations

Letting the songs

Just who she is

by Bill Ferguson

Where I Went Wrong

Soul strumming

A sense of a new reality

A heady moment

Where voice and words

Reached out

And touched my soul

It came out of nowhere

Such depth

Such radiance

So many emotions

Stirring

Deeply

Captured in time and place

Defining moments

In my life

Captured

In her songs

How did she know

Where I went wrong?