Angels Born Sleeping

Angels Born Sleeping.

I am sorry that my passing caused you so much heartache and such pain.

Although my sleeping form looks still and cold, - I am reborn again.

A higher call has summoned me to worlds beyond your sight.

And I am in a place of love and wonder, - and delight.

I will visit often, though you may not know that I am near.

But, if you listen carefully, who knows what you may hear.

My quiet voice will whisper words of comfort and of love,

For I have had the grace of being chosen by the one above.

Your sacrifice and sorrow will have never been in vain.

For our spirit lives forever and we all will meet again.

But I must be a messenger of hope and love to many who are born.
For I am now a light, to all who wait in darkness, for a bright new dawn.

Do not grieve too long for me or shed too many tears.

For I have risen far above all grief and left behind all sorrows and all fears.

I know you wished to be my guide and my protector and to share in all my joys.
But, soon enough, we'll meet again beyond the starry skies.

Patrick W Kavanagh.

16/10/2016

Art by Bill Oliver

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/618855

'Distant Shores' is a collection of those poems which have touched the hearts of many visitors to my online pages. Book one, 'Voices From Beyond the Veil' It is part of a series of short volumes on various themes. This, the first volume, - is about parting with those we love, and the eventual acceptance and peace which can come in time. I hope that it brings some comfort to those who are grieving.

Lovers Moon

Dance with me once more beneath the sleepy moon.
The dawn begins to peek above the purple mountains all too soon.
The night has passed too quickly, and the garish daylight looms.
For me, without your smile, - the brightest day brings naught but gloom.

Whisper to me, one more time, - of love that never dies.
Show me once again, that far off world beneath the violet skies.
Share another kiss for all the ones which soon I’ll miss.
For there is nothing in life, for me, - but this.

Many were the nights I lay alone, by choice, before we met.
My heart was made of stone, and would still be, - if we were strangers yet.
But not a heart exists which can resist a faeries kiss,
And now my heart beats just for you alone, and none can query this.

How can I go back to dusty books when I have lain with you in quiet nooks?
Or tread the beaten path when I have walked the misty, moonlit road past sparkling brooks.
My weary eyes despise the bored and foppish dress of clerks,
When I have gazed upon the shining diamonds of your eyes, in caverns deep and dark.

Take my life, before you go away and break my foolish love-struck heart in two.

Do not leave this hollow husk behind with nothing left but memories of you.

Have pity on this mortal man.

And love me for whatever years are left in human life’s short span.

Take me to the world which blossomed long before the world of man began.

Patrick W Kavanagh  23/02/2016

Art by Bill Oliver

Roses,Pink, and Babies Breath

Roses,- Pink, and Babies Breath.

The icy pink against the misty white, 

reminds me of the day we wed.

I felt my heart would burst for joy, 

as hand in hand, our marriage vows were said.

Before the world and all the gods and goddesses, 

we vowed that we would be forever true.

And nothing in this world meant anything to me,

except to be with you.

Our children grew up fine and strong, 

while time just seemed to trundle gently on.

But, then the autumn years crept up on us too soon, 

still, we just carried on.

When later, winter came, we saw it through 

and kept each other warm as lovers do.

But in the spring, I handed you my ring and said goodbye,

Though love may be eternal, in the end, all lovers have to die.

It grieves me so to see you weep,

each day I watch you shuffle to my grave, on weary feet.

The journey growing harder for you every single day,

Yet in my heart, I know exactly what you want to say.

The roses,pink and babies breath, are beautiful my love. 

But yet, it is the beauty in your heart that warms me so,

And I will wait for you, my love, until your time has come.

Then we will walk together once again, in that sweet place, 

where clouds of babies breath and ice-pink roses grow.

Patrick W Kavanagh 10/02 2015

Art by: Boy So Blue Graphic Arts and photography.

The Faery Queen

Wings of finest gossamer that sparkled as she flew,
Silken robes that shimmered brightly in the morning dew.
Pearls of sunlight on the early morning sunlit leaves.
I gazed in admiration at her beauty as her faery spell she weaved.

I stood and watched with joy, and felt again, just like a little boy.
Her singing touched my heart and played with it as if it were a toy.
One fleeting glance and I was hers, I shyly reached to take her hand.
She took me far away to share her native land.

I can not remember any nights or any days.
Just the endless revelry and all the games we played.
It seemed to last all summer long, then I awoke and she was gone,
But in that single dream, I found that fifty years had gone.

Where are those middle years I planned to spend in quiet company?
Where are the friends and family that filled my life with comfort and delight?
There's no one left to fill my final years with joviality.
A lifetime passed away within a single day and night.

Patrick W Kavanagh  01/07/2013
Art by Bill Oliver 

https://soundcloud.com/patrick-kavanagh-3/the-fairy-queen-2

Away for Christmas

The Christmas tree lights up, - but you are gone so very far away

And yet, somehow, I feel your hand, so softly clasping mine.

I catch your fragrance in the air, and know that you are near.

And feel the warmth of memories that come so fresh and clear,

I sense your presence, though my heart is aching and my tears will burn,

And as we place the presents underneath the tree, I hold a certainty inside, that someday, somehow you will finally return.

I will put away all thoughts of sadness, for the sake of those whom I hold dear.

For, even in our darkest hour, there is a Light that shines with love for those for whom we care.

Hearts that love the way we love can never really be apart,

Hearts that hope beyond all hope will have their hopes fulfilled one day.

This has always been loves law, and this has always been love's way.

And I will wait, until my waiting days, and all my waiting years, have passed away.

I will hold you safe within my heart, and we will meet again,

I know that this is true, although I may not know for certain, when.

May you rest in Summer-land until our hearts are healed.

And I will hold you in my arms one day, when life's true beauty is revealed.

Patrick W Kavanagh    19/12/2015.

Art by Bill Oliver  boysoblue.com

The Oak King's Lament

The Oak King

Do not fear the dying of the light, for soon the woods will once more echo with delight.

Beneath the autumn’s leaves and winter’s snow, the first, faint glimmerings of spring begin to glow.

Those who live between the worlds can now be felt, as magic flows and swirls.

The distant sun will creep a little closer every day, and soon the winters chill will seem so very far away.

Your kingdom sleeps, but soon the forests and the fields will waken to your touch.

The tiny tendrils soon will stretch and wriggle, seeking out the warm spring light

The woodlands will resound to all the faery music that you love so much.

Then for a little while, the world will once again forget the long cold winter’s night.

Weep not; noble lord for soon your restless exile will be done.

The Holly King grows grey and feeble on his barren throne.

You will dance and sing once more beneath the rising springtime’s sun.

And we will light the fires to call you home when winters reign is done.

Patrick W Kavanagh 10/12/2015

Art by Bill Oliver  boysoblue.com

Away For Christmas

Away for Christmas

As the trees light up with hope and joy, you seem so far away
And yet I feel your hand, so softly clasping mine.
I feel the warmth of memories so fresh and clear,
and in my heart, I know that you are truly near.
Although my heart will ache and tears will burn,
I know, deep in my heart,- you will return.

As we place the presents underneath the tree,
I sense you standing next to me
Hearts that love will never really be apart,
Hearts that hope, will have their hopes fulfilled one day.
This has always been Loves law, and this has always been Love's way.
And I will wait, until my waiting days, and all my waiting years, have passed away.

I will put away all thoughts of sadness, for the sake of those who I hold dear.
Even in our darkest hour, there is a Light that shines,- the love of those for whom we care.
I will hold you safe within my heart, and we will meet again,
I know that this is true, although I may not know for certain, when.
May you rest in Summer-land until Our hearts are healed.
And I will hold you in my arms one day, when Life's true Beauty is Revealed.

Patrick W Kavanagh
15/12/2013.
Art by Bill Oliver   boysoblue.com