Ephemeral Joy, Charles Edward Perugini (nd)
Ephemeral Joy, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Tell me, what words from my love do you bring?
Does he sing of me as I do of he?
O my heart does quicken when he does sing,
I pray that he shall come soonest to me.
Please stay while I wait for his arrival,
For my heart goes still if he is not near.
Our secret, do I have any rival?
That being this tender heart’s biggest fear.
Thinking of love keeps my mind so busy,
Often everyday chores never get done,
Simmering this heart shall not be my plea,
Instead be my wish this love to burgeon.
The power of love when two hearts collide,
A feeling no great’r to carry inside.
Seated Man with a Cane, Amedo Modigliani (1918)
The Witness, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
O where should I, my story to begin?
Of a distant place, I have never been?
Or bless me Father, for I am with sin?
Obvious, I wear not a silly grin?
Not knowing if I qualify for hell,
As not sure of all details very well.
If fully explained, may cause a ground swell.
Seeking no harm, better that I don’t tell.
If all be told, some will surely be hurt.
Confused, but the issue I will not skirt.
Be duly patient with me, don’t be curt.
If hastened, my story I will not blurt.
I being somewhat shaken, where was I?
O shall be still for ang’r is in your eye.
Old Man in Prayer, Rembrandt van Rijn (c. 1630)
Old Man in Prayer, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Closing my eyes, I do struggle to see.
Scent of your rose does not help to recall,
A tender face from a past memory.
Ago you in my heart I did install.
When I dream, in my mind they seldom last.
Those that stay I’m in a field fully grassed.
Need to seek a way my dreams to recast,
To see life filled with beauty in my past.
Is it possible that we never met?
But a vision, in my mind I did set
If true, how can a vision I forget?
It must have been a desire to regret.
Should your being be not another myth,
Then it is you I desire to be with.
El Rio De Luz, Frederic Edwin Church (1887)
River of Light, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Sun as broken through early morning mist.
Alone I sit at the river of light,
With an aching heart of how thou are missed.
Tears now flow freely for thou aren’t in sight.
Once again to be with thee if I might.
Feverish for thoughts of thy great beauty.
Emptiness of heart is a horrid plight.
Death be easy over mind so cloudy.
Into the dark river’s depth I will plunge.
Soon ripples will quietly disappear.
Memories that remain I will expunge,
Thus eliminating life’s biggest fear.
Without love, life provides no true essence.
Love provides the heart its luminescence.
Calm Sea, Gustave Courbet (1866)
Calm Sea, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
There is no place that I would rather be,
Than listening to the song of the sea,
Sitting with you so near and dear to me,
With quiet mind and my soul so carefree.
Toes digging into ubiquitous sand,
Thoughts of constantly changing life we planned.
Time dictates, for we are at its command,
It is time making the biggest demand.
To do things we never had time to do,
Looking at me my thoughts you always knew,
Being together ‘til our time is through,
With my gaze responding with I love you.
Silently we sit, the tide running out,
Hand in hand both knowing what loves about.