WE’LL BE KINDRED SPIRITS

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

My soul it is an eagle
come join me on the flight
across the clear blue skies
to the Edges of the Night

THE DREAM I DREAMED OF

By Charles Robert Lindholm

So many times I’ve struggled
so many people knew
I’d do the best I could
and somehow muddle through

CONCURRENT CHOOSING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I can choose you
but what does it matter
unless you choose me too 

SHE HOPES FOR MORE

—-MEMORIES OF THE PAST—-

By Charles Robert Lindholm

she’s so loving
and yet unloved
so caring
though she’s neglected
she’s giving
but never given to
a beautiful lady
who lives life unadmired

I LEARNED OF LOVE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I thought I knew what love was
but I found out that’s not true
I lived with the illusions
so long, but never knew

WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO LIVE WITH SOMEONE WHO’S NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU?

By Charles Robert Lindholm
 

Why would you want to

live with someone

who’s not in love

with you?


it is a simple question

but I never could reply

I never found the answer

to the question why?
 

I stood in the debris

of bits and pieces

and memories

scattered about
 

I looked for the light

at the end of the tunnel

that I hoped

would lead me out
 

out of the heartaches

and tears

and unfounded fears

that kept looming just ahead
 

yes, time’s done it’s healing

though my heart keeps concealing

memories that hide in my head
 

the Dark Days have past

and I’m happy at last

but some questions

and memories remain
 

Reminders of “The Dark Days”
 

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THEY ALL SEEMED TRUE

–MEMORIES OF THE PAST–

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

I don’t know why

I believed your lies

A LOVE REMEMBERED

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Few words, say so much
as the message of silence
and the parting touch
so sad, yet tender 

SHE HOPES FOR MORE

—-MEMORIES OF THE PAST—-

By Charles Robert Lindholm

she’s so loving
and yet unloved
so caring
though she’s neglected
she’s giving
but never given to
a beautiful lady
who lives life unadmired

THE WORD WEAVER

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Quietly he sits
in the silence of the night
weaving words inside his head
by the flickering candlelight

His muse has shown him everything
in the grand design
so he weaves his words with subtlety,
with cadence, rhythm and rhyme