The Voice, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The VoiceThe Voice, Summer Night, Edvard Munch (1896)

The Voice

Your voice calls to me on this summer night
I hear you but you are out of my sight
Lost, not knowing what direction to go
Now wondering if I will ever know

Like a longing love bird sing out to me
Hide not your body behind any tree
If you are real your song will not stop
And I will search for you until I drop

As if an owl I will take rapid flight
With the thrilling full moon as my search light
I’d ride the soft summer wind ’til you’re found
In but a moment I’d be on the ground

You immediately I shall embrace
Falling gently to a heavenly place
Of our lovers’ bed of deep silky moss
On your heart my initials I’ll emboss

Lovers’ Night, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Lovers' Night

Lovers’ Night

Sun soon to be below the horizon
Our silhouettes blending into darkness
Our night together will have just begun
Our love of each other time to express

We’ll quell the night’s chilling breeze with our fire
There will be no need for wood nor matches
As heat shall come from internal desire
And closeness of our constant embraces

Come walk with me to our hidden retreat
Hand in hand we will glide over the sand
Stopping occasionally lips to meet
Together our loving hearts will expand

The deep hunger we feel our love to taste
Moments together cannot be replaced

 

Alone at Night, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Alone at Night

Alone at Night

This late pacific night is flat and dark
The many guiding stars have lost their glow
Even the nightingale withholds remark
Appears all life ceased until tomorrow

There’s certain pleasure in a sightless night
Life’s confusing labyrinth made to yield
Its many paths made straight within your sight
Discovering ways that wounds can be healed

In the darkness let your mind be your eye
To the sea’s cold crushing depths let it dive
To the unconquered mountains let it fly
In this compelling world learn to survive

Thoughts this night created must guide your life
Left to another there’s apt to be strife

 

Twilight and Day, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Twilight and DayPortraits of Lorna and Dorothy Bell, Sir James Jebusa Shannon (c. 1904)

Twilight and Day, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Tender message of light does Twilight bring
Providing help lifting the sleeping fog
Gently coaxing the morning birds to sing
Rousting me up for I sleep as a log

Twilight you are a joy but must make way
Sun now of full view in the eastern sky
A bright sign welcoming your sister Day
Those colors of beauty she’ll amplify

Day is your brightness that helps flowers grow
Providing light for me to get things done
In the winter to melt ice and snow
Day you now end just as you had begun

The sun falls in the west yielding to Night
A silent time to put thoughts in order
For hours I shall rest waiting for Twilight
Until she touches my eyes shall not stir