Chuck's Poems Cont.'

In Honor and Loving Memory of : Charles Marc Akins

Chuck's Poems Cont.'

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A THOUGHT OF YOU

By Chuck Akins

Sat in the midnight hour

While the world was in a slumber

And felt a controlling power.

When the evil rest and stars are kind

When the moon shines down

And peaceful thoughts walk across my mind.

While silent streams ripple around a stone,

While silver clouds place themselves in the darkness,

Something felt before, something unknown.

The wind of pleasure crossed my face

Without passing my mind by.

No other reason, there was no other place.

Resting my head on the feathered pillow,

Looking one more time into myself

With a grin I decided I knew.

Whether the sky is raining or if it's blue,

Whether the sun is hot or the winter's cool,

There will be, with no interruption, a thought of you.

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Innocence

By Chuck Akins

I sat with pleasant thoughts

I thought about my future

I glanced into the distance

I stood to walk there

I walked to shorten the space between the two

I stopped to admire

I smelled a hint of innocence

I tasted the smell

I squinted to the glare from the beauty

I reached out my mind

I opened my heart

I smiled!

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Beauty to the Beholder

By Chuck Akins

Beauty to the beholder

Felt through love

Unuse to and unsure of the future

Days persist on passing

The fall is the summer's acceptance of winter

Allowing another season to pass

Unnoticed by the blind

But lived by the believers

In that one day the sun

In its power and beauty

Will reappear to warm my soul

And peacefully pass my days by

Ocean

Not The End of a Journey

By Chuck Akins

Staring through my window

I watched a tree standing with green grass at its feet.

Swaying to a breeze and

shading my thoughts that confided in each other

on the definitions in everyday joys of life.

The type of joys you learn only through living.

The type of joys that remind you of pictures

you've seen in travel magazines.

Like the sun that lies among the clouds,

and its equally mysterious partner, the rising moon.

Like a place where wildflowers of all colors

dance in freedom with a passing wind.

A place where the shore is not the end of a journey

but an invitation to another world.

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I awoke from a most unpleasant sleep in a cry of mercy.

With sweat on my forehead and dirt under my nails

I was silenced by the call of a wolf

celebrating the placement of the full moon.

Resting my head on a pillow of stones

I looked for help.

Under a half circle sky touching all horizons,

black fading to blue, fading to pink.

As the star of light slowly rose

surveying the land it would soon cover with its possessive heat.

Uncertain, I woke my conscience.

Standing on the edge of a new day,

I cast my vision into the distance

overlooking the ground cover that surrounded.

Packing up my thoughts I headed out.

With the sun resting on my shoulders I wrestled gravity,

with the stale wind against my face, with respect,

I squinted to the suns beams.

Changing with my mind the wind asked the grasses to dance.

Wet with sweat I decided to swim,

running with no obligation,

I was stopped by the most powerful sight...

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For the Last Time

By Chuck Akins

A bird's song is heard for the last time.

Leaves show their beauty to admirers for the last time.

The sun's warm beams are felt for the last time

as winter creeps.

The river, once cool on a summer day,

now cold and ruthlessly flowing.

Untouched by thoughts in search of warmth,

wind once pleasant to my sweating forehead

now a thief of my pleasure.

Clouds block my vision of blue sky

as silence blocks my hearing.

Time seems to pass slowly,

knowing only with the sunset that night has arrived.

Unable to shiver, trees stand motionless

in what seems to be a lack of life.

The summer has left,

it seems,

for the last time!

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