From Tattered Pages Of Yesterday

From tattered pages of yesterday
I chanced a look back in time.
Caught by the worn corners
life was not always a rhyme.

Saw mysteries of childhood
first time aware of the snow;
mommy holding my hand
yet allowing room so I could grow.

Eyes caught the scenery
the wonderous mountain tops.
While streams meandered
right thru the farmer's crops.

The first time I saw cotton
felt the pain of ancesters blow.
So much became a learning process
I just had an urge to know.

From tattered pages of yesterday
thru the years I spent in school.
The stumblings and errors
trying to learn society's rules.

A world different I had known
even a war to upset the cart.
Corporate America's lessons learned
never could get it in my heart.

Building a life with my love
from childhood to fully grown man.
Somehow it slipped on away
she no longer held tight my hand.

Streaming thru actions
building a business of my own.
Flying round the world in style
so many places I have flown.

When that got old and tiresome
back to my real love of construction.
Rehabbing rooms and houses
tho it seemed a bit of reduction.

From tattered pages of yesterday
light shines a beaming haze.
So many years slipped on by
arrived at another phase.

Each worn and curled up corner
spins a show of where I've been.
Children thru the ages now grown
long lost or passed on friends.

The river became my time line
as it meanders on thru its flow.
Now when I feel unsteady
the waters edge is where I go.

I sigh with every episode
since coming all the way of age.
From time to time I take a look
at yesterday's tattered page.

Del Cano 2007 May

No More Ecstasy Than This

A piano sonata in my head
soft music is the background
Your breath on my face
not another soul around.

Each note but a song
whispered out quite clear.
As our lips play the scales
breathing, all we can hear.
.
Percussioning hearts
pounding to a crescendo.
Moans holding the bass
way down deep and low.

A refrain of fluted spears
hovers in the heated air.
Lust raising the level
music exploding everywhere.

Drums, cymbals ignite
pulsing limbs on the move.
Loud panting, the solo
rocking in our own groove.

Passion conducts
music grows more intense
volcanic quakes and spills
love's powerful incense.

In the solitude of the glow
music fading into the abyss
We, floating on our cloud
no more ecstasy than this.

Del Cano 2006 October

A Well Spring Of Emotions

There's a deep seated need
in how I am craving you
perhaps a substitute of sorts
it penetrates me all thru.

I have no idea all the reasons
but accept one as a fact.
Since having you in my life
my soul is coming back.

Feelings which I thought
had long been buried
now are springing up
like bouquets being carried.

You touched something inside
a wellspring of emotions.
Now you have me smiling
with all the inner commotions.

Thank you, dear, I gotta say
feels like a new arising
how you reached in and touched
so very very surprising.

Life had done its thing
reeked havoc beyond knowing
till you came along with your love
spread it on me like snowing.

Del Cano 2006 October

Within Her Atmosphere

Anticipation for her, so great
as if a my life depended on her.
Seeing her is a powerful feel
with all else in a sort of blur.

Her presence raises my senses
drives my inner yearning soul.
Can't find anything to compare
to match her touch, so bold.

Nothing satisfies me
like having her near.
As if my world aligns just right
within her atmosphere.

Del Cano 2006 October

I Shed Tomorrow's Tears

I shed tomorrow's tears today
ready for the pain yet to come
knowing how life has gone awry
letting them drip out for some.

I shed tomorrow's tears right now
for how my country fades from grace
Mistaken leaders tell bold lies
with shallow grins upon their face.

I shed tears which will certainly be
a flood for what is down the road.
Resulting from troubled times
we are living with a liars code.

Time to stop this madness
corral this runaway facade
Created in greed's mighty lust
leading liars have made.

I shed tomorrow's tears today
allow them to drip free and clear.
Keep trying to wake up the masses
while chaos grows freely here.

Del Cano 2006 October

Your Words Made Love To Me

I think your words
have just made love to me.
I think I have just been
hung in sort of rhapsody.

Think my need has been
satiated to the point
they're now converted
to a simple want.

Anything you say
which comes from the soul
makes a whole nother
saved pot of gold

I think your words
have just made love to me

Del Cano Edited 2006 October

Memories Ring

At times a touch may ring
a real joyous tune for sure
but wonderment and pain
might back it out the door.

We stammer in our feel
for how a touch might be
yet crave fulfillment with
touches, yes including me.

No matter what the status
treasure each touch for real
tuck the memory deep inside
to keep forever, or at least until....

Del Cano 2006 October