Scattered Stones

By Elizabeth Wesley

Poetry is for the Mind.
The English language is a treasure of linguistic possiblilites that just need a writer and a reader to explore the art of communication and the emotions of life in ways that feed us when the mind is hungry.
Poetry takes a moment of silence and turns it into a song with a language all its own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 7, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481707671

Elizabeth Wesley

Sometimes, time can mean nothing. It happens when you don't have it, when you don't remember when you did and when you don't know if you will ever have it again. This has to do with a memory that vanished; it happened suddenly in the space of an hour and for five years I was a lost soul not knowing who I was or where I belonged. I was placed in an institution and heard stories of who I had become. Some were funny and some were sad but all were about someone I never knew. It finally ended and I started to live again. These poems are the celebration of an awakening and it would make me happy to know you enjoy them because they were written for you.

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© 2013 by Elizabeth Wesley. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 02/13/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4817-0768-8 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-0766-4 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-0767-1 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013901140

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CONTENTS

Love Passing By

Dance of the Seasons

Still Waiting

Winds of Autumn

Night Meets Day

A Moment

Cry of the City

Beginning and Ending

Benediction

A Place

Have You Ever

Midnight in June

The River

Prunes

I Will Forget You

The Hours are Few

Once in Awhile

The Dance

Nowhere Left To Go

Darkness

Moments

Days and Nights

Another Face

The Gift

Fool’s Gold

Ancestry

Autumn Memories

The Pledge

Fate

Rachel’s Tears

Being in Love

Memories

Deception

Can I Trust You

Alone

Streetwalker

Need For Love

Rain

Petal

The Invalid

Leaving

Thoughts

Shadows

You

Spring Reverie

Our Calling

Dreams

Reason to Be

Can We Know

Even the Score

A Sonnet

Spellbound

His Eyes

What Was Taken

Delusion

Verse

Parting

Invite a Kiss

Autumn

Conflict

Yesterday

Timeless Quest

The Wind

Confession

Release

Wings of Night

Pathways

Rhapsody Of Spring

Ornament

Touch Me

Fleeting Years

Do You Love Me

Gypsy Road

I Am

Freedom

Night Comes

Illusion

The Hunt

Tragedy

Bless Our Beer

The Storm

Winter

Samson and Delilah

Regret

Chasing the Mouse

Winter’s Light

Bondage

A Year Grown Old

Winter of Our Lives

Take Away the Pain

Belly Dancer

All That’s Left

Damage

Emptiness of Living

Come To Me

It’s So Easy

Sounds Of Summer

River of No Return

The Flask

Circles

Eternal Rest

Solitude

The Web

Wings

Valley Of Tears

Wanderlust

Counting

Love For Life

Upside Down

Gypsy Dance

Sweet Dreams

Vanity

My Patient Friend

Painting is silent poetry,

and poetry is painting with the gift of speech.

Simonides 556 BC

Love Passing By

When the crimson rose has faded

And our day at last is done;

In the forest dark and shaded

Blows the tempest, dims the sun.

When the night holds us together

Can forgiveness mend the past

Will despair bring sunny weather

And heal our hearts at last?

If we hide within the shadows

Will you stay here close to me;

Will we walk forgotten meadows

Or sail a foreign sea?

In vain the hour must reap

What we gathered in the sun;

And love’s harvest now will weep

For the battle never won.

Within the world’s disgrace

In the hour of Nevermore;

Will there be another race

To a far-off fabled shore?

We promised love tomorrow

We preen with pride today

Now pride and love will borrow

The tears of yesterday.

Our pride we now confess it

Is a sin that couldn’t last;

Our passion if we kiss it

Is like a dream now passed.

While fragrance scents the garden

And the misty moon rides high;

The wind whispers a pardon

When love goes passing by.

Dance of the Seasons

Dance me through the springtime

To the sound of a soft guitar;

Dance me through the terror

When I don’t know where you are.

Dance me through the summer

With red roses in your hair;

Dance me through the wind and storm

Plant your kisses everywhere.

Dance me through the autumn

Let my passion probe your mind;

I’m waiting to be with you

And I’m never hard to find.

Dance me through the winter

When both of us will cry;

When our eyes are filled with sorrow

And we both must say goodbye.

Still Waiting

You loved me just a little

You never loved me long;

But you gave my soul serenity

And gave my heart a song.

You loved me for a moment

I found it in your eyes;

But your mouth I could not capture

By temptation or surprise.

Sweet lips that I remember

With a poignant surge of pain

As one remembers fragrance

Of softly falling rain.