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.
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Precious Water, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Went early to the well to get Thy water,
My day would be worthless without this drink.
Once received my spirit becomes brighter,
Heart engages the mind so I can think.
Looked about to see the others with me,
By my hand count there were only a few.
Like me were old nearly able to see.
Soon a young man came and water he drew.
From a common vessel we all did share,
To this water there’s nothing to compare.
Giving thanks our voices filled the clear air,
The sun acknowledged our morning prayer.
Where are the young who have strength we all ask?
Waiting ‘til they can’t do a simple task?
Rosa centifolia, Pierre-Joseph Redouté (1824)
My Gift to You, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
What shall be as my gift given to thee?
A symbol of who you are it should be.
Surely will not to be extempore,
Nor to appear to be given blithely.
Shoes are thin going to many a store.
With nary success will go to yet more.
Difficult finding what we both adore,
Must speak ever clearly words of amour.
Now after many thoughts I understand,
It is here in my nervous shaking hand,
While knees are knocking like a one man band,
Hoping you think it’s absolutely grand.
My gift, a tend’r pink rose of softest hue,
Every time I see one, I think of you!