Ohh What Joy

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• If I was the last girl on the tram and you the only boy.
•  I'd make pretty eyes at you ohh what joy..
• I'd scatter my books about, my writings everywhere,
• And just a look from you, OH boy oh boy !
•  In my street I go from lane to lane from the brick house the shops that are closed..
• And in the evening the rain that one can not contain the dampness, 
• The silvery shining rain, all the colours of a rainbow, 
• Green yellow orange and blue can you sing a rainbow........
• You could hear the silence in the falling dew ,
• Falling silently as if time was through..for me for you!! 
• The tenderness of the night softly so softly as we kiss and love 
• Our minds oblivious care not about anything.. ,
• whilst waiting at the bus stop  
• I think not am wrong you have changed with time .
• The story's anew the couple the visitor as they waited at tram stop ..
• Like the story about this city of yours, were amongst those story's..
• And the dew, I touching feeling for you as I whisper in the night, my words to you 
• Touching you in the cold of a winters night. We're all soaked in dew .
• And the warmth much needed as your hands I touch,  finding myself within your hands,
• As we listen to the story's ..We stand laughing loving..
• The singularity of my being which gave me my pride.
• Can one have too much pride my love ..
• To have you completely, you becoming mine.
•  The sleeping conductor of that passing tram, its bells ringing. 
• I dropping slowly at the next stop , walking across peering into the Cafe 
• Like sleepless souls sipping their coffee. I've become obsessive in my madness,
• And I know each and everyone of them..And then there's always you..
• The madness in my blood my mind my very soul..In the moonlight as you get down to sleep,
• My loneliness is such I can bare not as you close your eyes leaving me,
• Looking at you as you breathe softly dreaming smiling as you sleep.
• I took paper and pen, thinking of writing to you..
• But that night standing at the bus stop, kissing with the scent of you the very scent of you... 
• Wilst the dust settle down again..By the light of the street I find myself sitting writing to you,
• Something I have written not, in full dew the road I write until you soft footsteps I hear approaching, 
• From the last tram arriving at the midnight as I sit waiting for love.. 
• With the approaching of the midnight tram..

Midnight Beach

 My Secret writings hidden on the midnight beach,
 Surreptitiously hidden from the eyes that criticises my poems of love, 
The only love I've ever had. There're were not mere melancholic strings,
 Which were lost clandestinely not,  but hidden of course, then found.. 
The whispering winds over me they're like those kisses from he 
A man forgotten not and never will be.
In my romancing am often alone, the loneliness as I walk alone
That lonesome beach where we often meet clandestinely..
On the far horizon a twinkling light in the distance, 
Some distance away mid ocean.
Maybe the light of a boat a ship a dinghy 
But it cant be seen in the distance of mid ocean.. 
Those fisherman with whom I converse in the mornings. 
Now darkness descends brewing up a storm, 
Hurry they must if there're fishing for the market,
If they want not to get caught up in that storm ! 
With the sounds of pealing laughter worrying not over a little storm..
The striking of blue light in the sky not so far from where I stand, 
That streak of lightning nearest  to me. 
Alone soul stood all alone all on his own, 
Standing there beguiled lost not, gone !  
The sea wild so wild rising its mantle one more time, 
Its wildness awesome to see, as ones stands by mesmerised by its ferocity,
Then all hell breaks loose the struck of lightning, 
The sea rose with the splashing of the waves I saw he's face in silhouette.. 
Sending shivers down my spine, was that he ? could it be he.. 
How could it be he, here now..It cant be he.    
As I go forward towards him, he turns round smiling such an engaging smile,
That very handsome man; But of course it wasn't he..
As I walk away smiling at him such a vision before one eyes,
Just followed him visually drinking that wonderful walk of his, Panther like. 
Yet again the rain comes down soaking me through, 
Cooling down my senses the fire in me.. 
As I look away sighing, shame that wasn't he ! 
I left alone with my thoughts soaking wet bereft ..
Could that have been HE ?                                            

                                        Connie James                           

If I May Borrow Your Whispers,

                
                If I may, I'd borrow your whispers,
                From the other side of midnight 
                When we're alone together, with no one else in sight.
                I'd whisper in the morning and I'd whisper in the moonlight, 
                And I'd whisper softly in your ear, 
                When I say good night and I'd whisper my darling could we should we.
                You smiling said why not. 
                So beneath that red window, we whisper and whispered all night 
                You were leaving in the morning leaving me ambiguously. 
                To sit to think and write, words of yesterday that seemed at the time so right
                The happiness we shared not forgetting those little pains.
                The pain when happiness walks out the window leaving me uncertain 
                The happiness I entertained when all's is forgotten or not.
                There remains the sky the bridge down bellow 
                The words half-uttered between me and you.
                 In the path of life, they'll always remain's  my love for you
                 Borrowed or not love is love, do you think not 
                 The sensitivity of our lips sending shivers between us, 
                 As we kissed touched, the shadows above us:
                 The moonlight high up in the dark half lit sky, 
                 We spend endless nights sleepless between us as we held tightly.
                 Desperation in our hearts, for when you depart from our lives! 
                 Those thousand words that lie's  between us, words that remind us 
                 Words when we were in love, words of mine words of yours. 
                 And when all said and done.
                 Your whispers in my mind like a drug in disguise.
                 For you're all, the drug I need you do realise. 
                The whispers I can forget not, 
                When there was love in our hearts. 
                In your arms am safely home.

                                                             By Connie James... 

Midnight Sun

I'd swoon by the light of the moon at seeing you..
The moon anciently or not has a hold, on me. 
The primitiveness of ones soul searching again,for a reason to be 
Ohh why wont you listen to me when I ask of you. 
On the road to the sea wont you my darling wont you. 
Please speak to me why do you ignore me. 
I do exist don't you know I do exist .
Even when am away somewhere or nowhere, 
I'll search for you wherever you live, wherever you go. 
On the crest of a wave on a seagull's wings 
On the back of a condor as it floats elegantly, 
On the thermal winds, I'd go to the moon and back, 
Just for a sight of you I'd sail away on those ships, that I love so 
I'd sail to far distant lands & distant seas skimming the waves once more, 
But with you beside me, watching the midnight sun just you & me.. 
Then we'd dance through the night, by the moonlight I'll say Je'taime.
Am a women that loves with all my heart to the core of my being. 
Am a women that loves my man irrevocably, no half measures for me
"Et tu jamais oublier" For I know not what's he thinking 
He makes it easy not you see, my lover never lets on. 
Whether or not he loves me after all we've said and done. 
We must have a chance you see with so much to say and feel 
The writing's in the winds all my words telling you, 
Of all the places I've been in my world, many faces I've seen 
The languages spoken differently, from you and me. 
Am the girl with all the pains of a women that hands it all to you. 
Whether you confess or not, to the old man of the sea, 
I believe not in confessing my own business you see. 
With my own sunburnt lips and the waves of the seas, 
Uttering trance like my truth my love. 
But with the lighthouse light shinning down on me, 
And as the midnight bells tolls, are we ready to sail, are we.? 
To the lands of the midnight sun. 
Just you and me .                    

                                              Connie James .                                              

Shuttered Window

• As you stopped by the light, behind the main doors..
• Where the shadows became real, the madness the sarcastic laughter, 
• Pealing through the hall eerily; Through the corridors of all time, 
• History is such the ancientness of the place sends shivers down my spine..
• As I see you walk by inside. I arriving in this strange city where I lost myself within myself..
• Like an invertebrate in a shell protecting myself..In me I have the legacy of the rain, 
• My cloths soaked through, the droplets on my eye lids like dew.. 
• The milky sun trying to get through, seeing what's going on down bellow, 
• Like a diamond high up high peeping through those gossamer clouds looking down at us..
• Behind my window I look and smile at you, as you commanded the rain, for me..
• But I'd rather see the light, where once you stood wishing for the rain, to come in.. 
• But my lovely the rain diffuses my light and without light I can not live, 
• I'd much rather have the sun that's hiding behind those clouds, trying me..
• My eyes need the light so my soul can breathe, 
• Brightness like dancing in the street holding hands as we skip in a dream;. 
• That boat at anchor and the sailor that sleeps, staying in the tavern drinking too much whisky ! 
• That day, A storm was blowing amazingly all the colours of the rainbow 
• But the reds just like, when I kissed your lips, 
• The drops like dew as it settles on you, I kissing your lips..
• In the evenings of my moods hidden carefully , all evening sitting there;
• You just looking at me.. Waiting you saw me pass by the old palace gates,
• Thinking that maybe that's where we should meet. the things we have not, and the little that we have ..
• It matters not that we have not, material possessions..
• But love in our hearts, at times intermingled with pain.. 
• I forget not, not ever anything, But as I look at you seeing you; 
• My eyes like water falls cascading in the sunlight, but then comes the darkness , 
• It matters not the glittering sun light. As I walk through my garden, banana plants just bellow, 
• There's nothing like reaching out and plucking that banana ripe, like gold hiding behind those wide leafs.. 
• Many a time did just so.. And you walking towards me slowly ever so slowly, then standing by close me.. 
• I looking at you lifting my hand caressing you, to touch the contours of your face my lovely..
• Such a long time that you smiled, you looking at me uttering your poetry just written by you for me..
• And you my darling your mine. and in my heart always will be Your the best thing that's happened to me.. 
• As we go on living forget not anything, as I reach to touch cry for.. you are my world. 
• In between the light of my window pane, the glass the light 
• As we stand behind those green shutters of my window !!