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Lost Dreams * Love Encounter
* Precious Child
Souls of Pain * Majestic Black Tulip
LOST DREAMS
Words are sometimes hard to say
Feelings are at times hard to express
But I know, that I cherish in my own little way
Our special times together
As Father and Daughter
How I miss all the joy and incredible laughter
I wish all the lost time could be replaced
All the years and the lonely times
So far away from my birthplace, so far away from you
Some tears were often shed,
I often dreamed on my life with you
Missing it, but always being grateful
Of all the times I get to spend with you
Your kindness is so huge
I do hope that a lot of souls
Will get to feel your tremendous gentleness
For you have sacrificed your life
To the help and care of others, before your own self
That is a quality, a rare quality
Dear Father
Lost Dreams, they are
Lost feelings, I will always have
I have the best friend, anyone could ever ask for
Susan Levy Riches ©1999
LOVE ENCOUNTER
In loving thy man so
There is no time for games
My heart burns like a flame
Where is my trust to go
So deep and honest is my life
Pain does strike like a knife
Precious love encounter of life
I wishing for thy man so
Many proofs I have shown
Doubts should in fact totally be unknown
Where is my dream to go
Vulnerable and sheer, I feel
As in my soul and mind
All obstacles seem so unreal
In loving thy man so
There is no time for games
My heart burns like a flame
Where is my trust to go
Susan Levy Riches ©1999
PRECIOUS CHILD
She is the happiness and reason
Of my presence in this life
She is the closeness of emotions
Upon which we both share and strive
Cries and laughter
Seem to be part of the process
Understanding her youthful humour
Seems so crucial to her happiness
Precious child
You have become my life
You’ve given me a new spirit
Precious child
You have changed my world
Made it become a dream
You gave it a different pattern
A new meaning to me
Precious child
You have become my life
You’ve given me a new spirit
Precious child
Susan Levy Riches ©1999
SOULS OF PAIN
Like owls in the night
In the darkness of hopelessness
In the coldness of the land
Can you hear the souls of pain
Like children in the night
Feeling hunger and loneliness
In the heat of the sand
Can you hear the souls of pain
Water to their souls is like pure gold
It is their sole key to life
The unique path to their goal
For their land to come alive
Like owls in the night
In the darkness of hopelessness
In the coldness of the land
Can you hear the souls of pain
Like children in the night
Feeling hunger and loneliness
In the heat of the sand
Can you hear the souls of pain
Susan Levy Riches ©1999
THE MAJESTIC BLACK TULIP
As a child, going for a beautiful drive with my mother
On a gorgeous Sunday afternoon,
We encountered the most lovely land of lightheartedness.
A gardener patiently explained to us how an Old World bulbous herb,
The majestic Black tulip
Is usually grown from its erect cut-shaped fragrance.
Walking through this huge land of sumptuous magnificence,
We learned how each November,
Horizontal segments of such splendid richness are meticulously planted.
Surrounded by more than a hundred shades of colours,
One as splendid as the other,
My memory can still retain such sublime names such as:
The Rosy Wing, the Aristocrat, the Parade, Princess Victoria,
The Christmas Dream, and my most favourite one,
The azure-coloured Black Tulip, distinguishly called:
The Oriental Beauty.
I can still see the sun shining on this delightful universe
Making it look like a field of chocolate-dipped candy,
And how I recall wishing how I could simply pick one.
Just one.
As I inhaled the strong scent from such graceful resplendence,
Wandering for a while through this celestial garden
I could hardly perceive my mother’s voice,
Requesting my return,
As I listened to the tranquility generated from Mother Nature’s
Most exquisite creation.
Susan Levy Riches ©1999
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