Cyrano's Apprentice

The Line

admin — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 17:14:01 +0000

By: Cal Evans

Your eyes haunt my dreams.
Dark orbs of live,
flooding my life,
with a reason to be.

Your face haunts my thoughts.
Radient smile,
drives out the dark,
proof that I am loved.

Your love floods my soul.
Warm rays of light,
fever passion
till I can feel your heart.

I can feel your heart,
from a world away.
Smell your hair,
feel your touch,
hear our hearts beat as one.

So a part of me,
that I fail to see,
the line that ends me,
the line that starts we.

BurmaShave – Friday

admin — Fri, 23 Apr 2010 12:26:48 +0000

Friday morning with coffee
Reflect on the week past
Are you pleased that it’s at an end,
or sad that it can’t last?

BurmaShave

BurmaShave – Thursday

admin — Thu, 22 Apr 2010 12:19:59 +0000

Thursday’s dawn breaks bright and new,
Your list is still too long.
Add to that list to share a laugh,
How can that be wrong?

BurmaShave

BurmaShave – Wednesday

admin — Wed, 21 Apr 2010 12:11:55 +0000

Wednesdays here and at the end,
the week will be half spent.
Take some time, enjoy the day
don’t wonder where it went.

BurmaShave

BurmaShave – Tuesday

admin — Tue, 20 Apr 2010 11:26:05 +0000

Tuesdays here, Mondays gone,
Time to get things done.
On this pretty day outside,
Make time to have some fun.

BurmaShave

BurmaShave – Monday

admin — Mon, 19 Apr 2010 12:41:01 +0000

Monday morning comes again,
coffee starts to flow.
Pour a smile upon your face,
As off to work we go.

Burmashave

Another day dies

admin — Mon, 10 Aug 2009 19:53:33 +0000

By: Cal Evans

The sun slowly sinks
another day dies
I feel it plucked from my heart.

Another day gone
I can’t get it back
another day spent without you.

One less day with you
one less smile from you
one less moment snug in your arms

The sun slowly sinks
another day dies
and with it, a piece of my soul.

Hollow

admin — Sun, 09 Aug 2009 11:21:10 +0000

A shell of a man
Emptiness fills my soul
Your smile is missing

A Rose

admin — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 19:23:09 +0000

By: Cal Evans

A flower vendor passed me today,
as he walked by, he had this to say,
“Your beautiful lady, needs a rose,
Make sure of your love she daily knows.”

I sighed and whispered, no one could hear
“My beautiful lady is not here”,
“That she’s not with me makes my heart cry,
Inward I’m screaming, outward, I sigh.”

I bought the rose and I took it back,
Gently pressed it in a book of wax.
There it lies with all of the others,
a reminder of my heart’s druthers.

…and yet the sun still shines

admin — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 20:33:05 +0000

By: Cal Evans

…and yet the sun still shines,
though not an brightly as your smile.
It rises every morning disheartened,
envious,
jealous.

It knows that as long as you live,
it can never be the most beautiful thing in the universe.
Even in admitting this though,
it is denying the obvious truth.
Your smile,
your beauty,
your radiance
will outlive it a thousand times over.

You and I will live out eternity together,
just the two of us,
for time unending.
As long as I have eyes to see you,
breath to call your name,
words to adorn you,
you will be the center of my Universe.

…and yet the sun still shines.