Dearest Soul~Spirit, My Amber,

This is a song I felt you should hear,
Especially since we talked today,
My Sincere Love...

It's Come Talk to Me, by Peter Gabriel.

I know that with you, my honest artist, it is never really a matter of one loved~one not talking, so much as it is a matter of the other, listening, patiently. ^.^

I picked the making of the video version, so you can see a bit of how Peter thinks, and what the song is about. The video and music are on the right......in the sidebar>

I Love You,

~Carlo
Your "Leo"

What I See

Need I words
Oh, I wish not

Though desire binds me
To express a lot

About this light
That defines your face
Revealing all your wondrous grace
...

Were I a musician
Yes, I would play
For you a lovely song each day

Were I a poet
Oh, I would make
Your daily sonnet
For beauty's sake

You are just so angelic to me
I want for you
And the world to see

The light!
The light!
The shadows true!
Rainnaissance paintings they make of you!

For your serene and gentle face!
It drives my heart a rapid pace!

Da Vinci's passed!
Carravaggio too!
Waterhouse, gone!
What can we do!

I've but one choice!
'Tis plain to see
With brush and pigment
Set this free

This desire
This passion
And this pain
To show
What's seen within again

Yet silent now
I can keep not
Desire I've to express a lot

About this light
That defines your face
Revealing all your wonderous grace

A Day to Remember

Here you are
There you were
Like a rare flower on a plain

Like a ray of sunlight
Steadily, gracefully, shining
Through a lone space in the clouds

There I was in a realm of happiness
Like a single shell-shocked soldier
Being taken from a combat zone
On a padded satin stretcher
And not alone
High on the medicine that saves me
Staring up at you through that golden ray of sunshine

You're a lovely angel nurse, holding my hand
In your care, there's not a scratch left on me
And with the smoke cleared
A spring breeze suddenly has come to me
Through winter, your fragrance on it

You are a living, graceful masterpiece
Before my eyes
Carressing my ears
Touching my heart every day

And on the bus, you took my hand
You put your head on my shoulder
And I felt you were mine then, for now

You're so very much more than enough, forever
Thank you for saving me
My Love

Amber

Her eyes are light,
The shape of happiness

Her nose is smooth,
Reminiscent of a cuddly cat's

Her lips are lines and radiant shapes,
Painted with Vermeer's brush

And when she is a 'mirth with me,
My face must be aflush...

The Gift

We cannot keep the sunshine

We cannot keep the rains

Nor pretty fallen snowflakes, upon our window panes


We cannot keep the oceans, nor mountians, nor the sky

We cannot even keep ourselves

No sense in asking 'why'


Lovers cannot keep Their beloved

Though their love be whole and true


But I can keep

The Love You give

While I dream of 'keeping' you

Thank you for the gift of your love

*

Here is the original one I wrote in New York between our phone calls, when I'd asked if you would like a poem, so I wrote one and called you back and read it to you...

I cannot keep a flower

Nor can I keep the sea

I cannot keep the sunshine

Nor the summer breeze touching me

I cannot keep my parents

Nor my friends so dear

But your love and mine for you

I wish to hold it near


If I could take one thing with me

Into eternity

It would be you

My lovely cherub

So our love

Might forever

Be


Worry not about the time

As you wouldn't by the sea

Nor with a flower, or the sky

Don't ever wonder how or why

Please don't ever try

Just be beautiful,

And with me

Until the time is nigh