Poems by Amara450

I've got my driving test today,
Am I worried? O sure, I would say,
And I know that I really look a fright,
I have not slept a wink all night,
Oh God! It's time, I've got to go,
One more drive in the rush hour flow,
To wait at the Driving Test Centre door,
For the examiner to cross the floor,
He comes outside, Oh! I do feel queer,
He looks very strict and so severe,
My instructors face shows no alarm,
He say's "take it easy, just stay calm",
So I settle in behind the wheel,
Do all the checks, and then sit still,
The examiner tells me what to do, and so,
It's mirror, signal, maneuver, and off we go.

That's it, the drives over, I do feel so sick,
Now comes the awful questioning bit,
The distance to brake? How far to stop?,
Which sign has that triangular thing on the top,
Where can I park?, and when is the time?,
I am allowed to park on a double line,
What's the motorway speed? Oh lord what a bore,
I really don't think I can take any more,
Then it stops! Now he's writing, his board on his knee,
Oh Lord! this suspense is just killing me,
Then he stops, he looks up, and my heart starts to race,
He actually has a big smile on his face,
Then he tells me, "You've passed", Oh I can't take any more,
What! It hits me as he closes the door,
I've passed, Yes, I've passed, and as much as I try,
I can't tell my instructor, cause I've started to cry.

In quiet time, when day is done,
] rest my head for sleep to come,
As peace steals o'er my restless mind,
My memories your face will find,
Your gentle smile so sweet to see,
Eases my troubled thoughts for me.

In quiet times, in still of night,
When darkness shields the world from sight,
I lay awake and think of you,
I see your eyes, so warm, so true,
I feel at peace and without fear,
As in my mind I hold you near.

In quiet times, in dead of night,
My dreams take wing in silent flight,
To join with yours, the two as one,
Spirit and body, one become,
Lips joined, breath soft, hearts beating slow,
Two bodies merged in loves deep glow.

In quiet times, in dawning light,
My eyes tight closed, the dream held tight,
I feel our hearts entwined, at rest,
My cheek press'd to your soft white breast,
I keep my cherished dreams sublime,
And wait again for quiet times.

I quiet times, in days dull toil,
When reality ones dreams can soil,
I close my eyes and see your smile,
To comfort me for some short while,
And in my heart, through flight of time,
In quiet times, your dreams are mine.

When we are born into this wondrous life,
We hope for one that is peaceful, clear of all strife,
But from the first day, the very first day,
We never know of the price we must pay,
For whatever happens, in no matter what way,
There is always a price that we have to pay.

Even as children, innocent and free,
Not understanding how hard life can be,
Someone has to pay the price,
For our free and unworried life,
The lines in our parent furrowed brow,
Greying hair and ageing all show how,
For us to live in a carefree way,
It's our parents who have the price to pay.

When something drastic come to pass,
To tear our carefree life in half,
Tragedy happens to show that we,
Are not shielded from how hard life can be,
Death can strike any time to raise our fears,
To remind us what awaits us in future years,
To lose siblings, and parents, torn roughly away,
Is part of the price we all must pay.

It's fine when we are young and confidence high,
Do not notice how fast the years go by,
See our children spread wings to leave and roam,
To move far away, to start their own home,
We say we understand, they have their own life,
To love a new partner, make them husband or wife,
Make life without us, to make their own way,
To leave us alone, it's the price we must pay,
Just because they have gone, are no longer near,
Doesn't stop us from missing those we hold dear.

So, now left alone, just Derby and Joan,
To live out our retirement, at home, on our own,
You would think it would be all sweetness and light,
But this is the time when the price starts to bite,
To see the one you have loved for so many years,
Succumb to some illness, the sum of all fears,
To sicken and waste, to fade day by day,
The darkest, the hardest, the price we must pay,
To live on alone, and to wonder each day,
When will it end and what price must we pay ?

She lifts her head at dawns first sigh and shrugs aside the sun,
And thrusts her tangled locks on high to where the winds still run,
With towering black and roiling shapes to make her presence known,
Where mortals stare at fading light to watch her coming shown,
She shakes her tresses free to where the wind will let them fly,
And spreads her arms and shakes her cloak to shroud with grey the sky.

The surging wind her ally now lifts high her dresses hue,
To fill horizons side to side to where the widest view,
Shows naught but drabness to the eye with only grey in sight,
And mortal man can only hide beneath the ladies might,
As she stares down with brimming eyes at landmarks speeding by,
With tears that spill and overflow as she begins to cry.

To scatter moisture far and wide to fall in showers vast,
Drenching field and tree alike as she goes speeding past,
Her trailing hems and soaking skirts press down over sodden ground,
To test the strength of those outside where no shelters found,
Where walkers caught out by her force can only curse and fret,
To speed their pace and bowing heads shield faces from the wet,

Then spent at last with drying eyes she lets the wind hold sway,
To let her garments thin and dry and speed her on her way,
The sun now stronger pours out light to weaken down her hue,
And shafts like arrows tear and rend to pierce her greyness through,
Then diffused to where she holds no form she whirls and fades away,
To bide her time to bring more rain, but on another day.

How would I live,
           without you by my side,
What life would breath into my soul,
           how would I survive,
You are my life, my love, my dream,
           my reason to exist,
The thought of life without you,
           I try hard to resist.

Imagine every day,
           with no sun in the sky,
The birds without a song to sing,
           as they go winging by,
Think of flowers without scent,
           a rainbow without hue,
For my love, that would be my life,
           if I lived it without you.

As life exacts it's yearly toll,
           and days pass faster still,
Ne'er mind the way the hair goes grey,
           for you are with me still,
For this I swear, on my true heart,
           if life I had again,
There are changes I would make,
           but one I would not trade.

For meeting you gave me the chance,
           to know meaning of true love,
To treasure life with one so dear,
           with companionship and trust,
With friendship and with loyalty,
           life's trials cannot deride,
I would face this mortal life again,
          if you were by my side.