As I walk along the beach,
and watch the waves roll
in.
I think of only you,
time and time again.
The ocean has no feelings,
I know this is untrue.
For every time I hear it,
the ocean speaks of you.
Like a wolf seeking shelter,
from the dark and stormy
night.
I will come running to you,
in the darkness you're my
light.
Your warm and tender presence,
soothes my cold and rugged
skin.
This is why I think of you,
time and time again.
It's three o'clock in the
morning,
and the words I cannot find.
My heart's lost in confusion,
I'm slowly losing my mind.
I need to express my feelings,
and have the courage to say.
Girl I love you dearly,
please don't ever go away.
I wake up in the morning,
and see you there so sweet.
I think of life without you,
how bad that life would be.
When I see your smiling face,
I know that all is fine.
Because I hope deep down
inside,
you always will be mine.
I want to spend my life with
you,
not merely be alive.
I need your warm and tender
presence,
simply to survive.
I think of how my life would
be,
if I lived it without you.
I'll tell you babe right
here and now,
that life would never do.
Thom L. Williamson
Just as the swallow must take
to flight
To escape from the bitter
cold of winter,
I understand that you too
must go,
To survive the cold, hard
days ahead.
I have known you for a very
short time,
But I have loved you a lifetime.
You have been a stretch of
sun-filled, autumn days,
Among a vast sea of winter
storms.
But yet, you must go and
find your happiness,
For somewhere, it lies dormant,
and waits for you.
You have made my life happy,
Now it's time to go and do
the same for yourself.
I ask only that you stop
and think of me once in a while.
And when you do, let no tear
well up,
In your beautiful brown eyes.
I ask also that you smile
when you think of me,
And that you will let me
know when you find your happiness,
For I will never be far away.
More than anything else,
I want to see you happy,
You deserve that.
Thom L. Williamson
I hear the rain,
I see the rain,
I smell the rain,
But no matter how long I
stand here,
I will never feel the rain.
I hear the waves,
I see them crash,
I smell the salt air,
But the ocean I may never
feel.
I can hear your sweet voice,
I can see your immense beauty,
I can smell your intoxicating
scent,
And my love for you,
Is the only thing that I
will ever feel.
Thom L. Williamson
Happiness, sadness; Joy, sorrow;
Pain, relief; Confusion,
understanding;
Sympathy, apathy; Courage,
fear;
Restlessness, exhaustion;
Caring, hurt;
Ecstacy, depression.
Separately these are mere
emotions,
Combined, they encompass
the only complete
Feeling of wholeness that
mankind can know,
- Love -
Love is the one thing that
can transform strength into weakness,
That can make the infallible
become vulnerable.
Love can turn the patriot
into a traitor,
And the calm and collected
into the impatient and careless.
Love can make the pauper
a king,
And the king it can make
a vagrant.
If love is all of this, and
it is,
When who can really say when
they're in love?
The only one who can, is
the one that would be willing,
To lay down his life to protect
his true love.
Thom L. Williamson
Whatever happened to true
love?
I look around at friends
of mine and I don't see love,
I see two people who were
married for convenience, money, sex,
Or maybe they were just lonely
and needed to feel needed, wanted.
Whatever happened to two
people getting to know each other and falling love?
This is why there are so
many divorces today.
People get married for the
wrong reasons, not love.
They say "I just didn't love
them anymore."
You can never fall "out of
love",
Once you love someone,
You will think fondly of
them for the rest of your life.
Thom L. Williamson
Hold Me
Tight
In the darkest of all nights
there is sunshine,
As long as you are by my
side.
In the hardiest of storms
I will remain dry,
As long as you will hold
me tight.
You are my dream and consolation,
When the world is black and
white.
You are my color and inspiration,
As long as you will hold
me tight.
When I am feeling sad and
down,
You bring me sheer delight.
Because I know that you will
be there,
And that you will hold me
tight.
Thom L. Williamson
These Waves
I look upon the waves,
As they crash among the rocks.
I stare into a nothingness,
That is bigger than both
of us.
There seems to be a light
out there,
That rides in on the waves.
I close my eyes and wish,
It is the love that my heart
craves.
They say that there are many,
Fish out in the sea.
I know that in you my love,
I've found the fish for me.
Then I gazed way up,
Deep into the night.
I try to think of you,
Up in those twinkling lights.
The love I know in you,
Is unlike the sea's old and
wrinkled skin.
For as long as those waves
still crash,
My love will not grow thin.
I say this in a piece of
mind,
I've never had before.
And to think that this piece
of mind,
Was brought on the waves
that crash upon this shore.
Thom L. Williamson
Why
Do I Love You
You ask me why I love you,
then I hesitate.
The answer is not easy,
I stop to contemplate.
I love the way you smile
at me,
your eyes are always bright.
I love the way you sit and
stare,
into my eyes at night.
I love to hear your voice,
when I call you on the phone.
I love the way you look at
me,
when I say "Hi, I'm home".
But most of all I love you,
just because you're you.
Thom L. Williamson
Gentle
Dream
I lie awake at night,
and think of only you.
I drift into a slumber,
that brings us into view.
A lion and a deer,
run across the plains.
They are running side by
side,
as they try to escape the
rain.
The lion seems to protect
the deer,
from each and every peril.
He scans the brush so closely,
for creatures that are virile.
They reach their haven safely,
and lay down for the night.
They wake up in the morning,
there is once again sunlight.
The lion must be me I think,
as I awake so slow.
Then it comes to me, like
the dream,
you must be the doe.
Thom L. Williamson
The Dove
I sit on the bow of my ship,
and wait for my true love.
I see so many pass,
then I see the dove.
It lands right on your shoulder,
and gazes into my eyes.
I think "is this to be my
love?"
The dove it is so wise.
That is how it came to pass,
that you should be my girl.
For, to you my darling,
I'd gladly give the world.
Thom L. Williamson
We come here every other week
thursday nights at 7:30 or
8
the time is not the standard
the content is the same,
but extremely diverse
from different walks of life
we come together to spill
out
our guts, our hearts, our
minds, our souls
our emotions and experiences
are opened
to all who care to hear them
and to those who do not wish
to hear them
we extend our sympathies
for their ignorance and narrow minds
whether we know each other
or not,
we all have our common bond.
We share that bond with each
other
our poetry is that bond,
that chain.
This chain includes links
of different
colors, shapes, sizes, and
content.
The links are all exactly
the same
yet vastly different.
There is a link for me, and
a link for you, and you, and you.
My link speaks of love and
sentimentality,
hers speaks of sex, and hers
of sensuality,
his speaks of experiences
that he has had,
and who knows what the hell
his speaks of
but it is his link, his soul,
so if you listen to his link
you may learn something new,
or something that was always
there
that you just didn't realize,
or were too ignorant to accept
its message.
Ignorance, contrary to popular
belief,
is not the ugliest thing.
For ignorance can be cured
the cure is listening, understanding.
And we are all here every
other thursday,
to speak our links, and to
listen to others.
We are all very different,
but we are all the same,
for we are curing our ignorances
and opening our thoughts
and minds and hearts to each other.
Thom L. Williamson
A child's a gift,
From God above.
The type of gift,
That all could love.
It does not matter,
If it's a boy or a girl.
For it is another,
Life in this world.
It's the kind of gift,
That keeps on giving.
Because it's life,
Is just beginning.
When a child is born,
You must keep in mind.
It can only look forward,
Never behind.
Thom L. Williamson
I've got a little box at home,
It's made of cardboard and
covered with paper.
When you look into my box,
You see only dust and lint.
When I look into my box,
I see happiness, joy and
the good times we've shared.
I see all of the reasons
why
We can be no more than friends,
And it doesn't hurt anymore.
I can actually say now,
That you are my "Friend",
and not cringe.
You're still just as beautiful
to me,
And I still love you just
as much.
But now I love you without
the pain,
The sorrow, without all of
the things,
That are not in my box.
When I look into my box,
I see only my friendship
for you,
And yours for me.
Now instead of dust and lint,
Maybe you'll see my memories.
Thom L. Williamson
Your name is your beauty and
loveliness,
Your name is your touch and
soft caress.
Your name is your breath
so soft and sweet,
Your name is your heart with
every beat.
Your name is your eyes so
deep and blue,
Your name is your word, so
sweet and true.
Your name is your smile,
joy it does bring,
Your name is yourself in
everything.
Your name must be beautiful
so please,
what is your name?
Thomas L. Williamson
A Family
A family is a group of people
who relate to each other,
whether they are related
by blood does not matter.
It is a relationship based
on love, trust, caring, understanding,
and the mutual need to help
one another in whatever venture requires it.
Whether help is requested
or not, the family will pull together to take care of its own.
Such as a wolf pack, the
family must fend together
in order to receive food,
shelter, or whatever it requires
to lead a comfortable existance.
The sole fact that two people
are related by blood does
not mean that they are family. They must share
the mutual caring, loving,
and understanding that make a true family so
valuable.
Thom L. Williamson
When I first got to know you,
we were complete opposites.
We soon grew into a frienship,
that few people ever achieve.
I've always hoped that our
friendship,
could be more than just a
friendship.
But I thought that would
never happen,
for we had very little in
common.
Then as we talked that night,
we kissed, nothing more,
just kissed.
But that kiss is worth more
to me,
than anything I could ever
have.
I realized that, like a figurine,
I had put you upon a shelf.
Never to be touched,
never to be held.
Only to be seen,
and thought of dearly.
Now that I'm a little wiser,
I promise that I'll never
put you back upon that shelf.
Thom L. Williamson
May 1992
Of all man's emotions, only
one can cause
such intense pain and relief,
such happiness and sorrow,
such fear and security,
such confusion and understanding.
Only one emotion can cause
someone
to lose all control and charge
forth
with reckless abandon.
This emotion which we call
Love
is man's greatest treasure,
and his worst nightmare.
Thom L. Williamson
April 22, 1993