Felicitous Memories Sustain Me
Felicitous memories sustain me through my days
Which would be heaping with a melancholy malaise!
An amorous waterfall, streaming over my heart
Which takes me back to when our love first did impart!
Remembrances have I, of our every gleeful memory,
Balanced as it was, of wondrous, loving symmetry;
Temperate and focused, knowledge is what's needed-
God's purposeful call for us, what we heeded!
Shaken from my beliefs, shall I not be;
Focused, directed and resolute is what defines me!
Love, understanding and compassion, simultaneously-
Ever more do I see, alternate points of view, spontaneously!
Complete now though, you must, your Maternal Crusade-
Return to me soonest, from wherest you've been waylaid!
Maurice Harris,22 December 2007
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Silent Reflections
Silent reflections, of my life's tragic events;
Quiet contemplation, of my my heart's discontent!
Wheresoever yo may roam, I think now
How easily you were led astray, I wonder how!
Never making the disconnect, only the connection,
Brought to me in mere hours, only rejection!
Halt now, the madness, cease now, the sadness;
Return love, oblige me now, return to our love's gladness!
Heartbroken at actions of that day, and since;
Not at my love lost, just its consequence!
Ever-abundant is: love, understanding and passion;
Ever-needed: love's prescient glory and compassion!
Thoughts of beauteous memories, of days of yore-
Family first, then friends, as it was, gloriously, before!
Maurice Harris,8 December 2007
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Alas, My Love, Here We Are
Alas, my love, here we are, at yet another crossroads;
Must we see, wherest we go, how well we shall bode!
Relationships understood, by none, but we;
Explicative to none else, to know, you do, me!
Return, must we, to our days of yore;
None else matters herein- no need of settling the score!
Where for art thou lonely heart?
Hearest, you must, my call to love, commencing our start!
The essence of you, the definition of me-
Wherest ever you are- so too easily seen!
Close thine eyes, imagine me there-
Close thine eyes, imagine there be no scare!
Lovest, honor all that you are-
Respecteth, cherish- for thee, near or far!
Maurice Harris,11 December 2007
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Lonesome, Frightened Little Dove
E'en now, I ruminate still of the lonesome, frightened little dove;
Love do I, all aspects of you- this assures me of the power of love!
Fly, thee have, away; be back shall thee, in days-
Whenst you are, counting the ways-shall you be, to stay!
Love follows me, follows you-wherest ever we may go;
Always there, buried at times, though, lo and behold-
Here it is, right where I stand, near to my woman,
For her, gracious and humbled-I am her man!
Always do we think of our 'thine'-ever, ever, to be!
Love you do I, honestly, I carry my heart, to thee!
You are my Princess, I, your Prince-attend each day, your coronal-
See thee, do I everywhere I may find call!
Our love for other's thee, our family-
Thinkest now of, my lonesome, freightened little dove!
Maurice Harris,18 December 2007
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My Love's 'Deja Vu
Many fond memories have I, of my youth's yesterday,
Though days long gone by, felicitous memories do stay!
My jollity of today, for as many as there may be-
Each day, next, my dreams are closer to reality!
Many wishful thoughts have I, of my tomorrows,
Mere thought of thee doth wipe away and all sorrows!
Much time hath seen we, betwixt last we had met,
Though know not did we, our fates would reconnect!
A powerful, yet foreign sensation, did overwhelm,
With the power of an unimaginably beauteous emotion, at the helm!
Whence first I allowed gifting of mine own heart,
I had no knowledge that its home lay wherest it did start!
I do live, but for to love and cherish but one,
No means of resistance have I, only may I relish what comes!
Maurice Harris,8 January 2010
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Return To The Glory We Shared
When will this nightmare and be complete?
When shall I be able to rest, off my weary feet?
Why does my heart ache so, as though it did break?
How long does it go on, thaqt your love does forsake! ?
When and where will the sorrow cease?
How too will my love get a new lease?
Why is it that this became believable-
How is that this did become conceivable?
Why have you turned, and gone now astray?
What for have you cause, for your heart's runaway?
How is it too that you can see something in me that I am not?
Why then can you believe what you not, ought?
My love, return to the glory we shared-
Our precious gift, allow now its return, and show you cared!
Maurice Harris,19 December 2007
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After The Storm, Yet Before The Calm
After the storm, yet before the calm-
Offered to you, have I, an alm!
Proffered with love and for our future-
Heal it shall, by binding us, as a suture!
Put back together the pieces, herein the answer
Rid us it shall of the scurge, wherein the cancer!
Demons and monsters in our collective closets-
Madness supplanted by mirth-finally we lost it!
Back in your heart, forever to gather
And build, to strengthen still-rather
Peculiar it is how one comes full circle-
From the proverbial 'Mrs. Hyde to Dr. Jeckyll'!
Once not enough, nor still is twice-
Meeting, we needed to be complete, thrice!
Maurice Harris,21 December 2007
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What Might You Do?
What if you were me-what might you do?
Must you serve, for crimes, your penance-
Yet, to mine own heart, I must remain true;
After all, how penal might be the return of our romance?
In utter disbelief I have wondered the 'why? ' of it all!
Nary shall there be for me, explication, proper,
Nothing but all there was, before your fall-
All or nothing-this is my only, final offer!
Hopeful I am that you see behind my compassion
To the love I feel in my heart!
To your heart, for you to be true, is all I am asking,
Rewind may we, to wherest our love did start!
I shall be free soon, at long last,
But for only now shall I look you, past!
Maurice Harris,15 July 2008
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The Chosen One
You are 'The Chosen One', as this is your name-
Chosen to show me how to love, without bound, for you!
Kaya, it has been far too long-neither of us to blame;
I wish that I could be around, for you!
I was not prime for all that she needed;
I tried, I assure you, I tried so much;
You call to me, yet I have not heeded-
I tried, I assure you, I tried so much!
We have been purloined from each
By an ignorance which serves to astound!
I call to God each night to put you within my reach-
Alas, no answer is yet to be found!
My faith remains unwavering; my mind, resolute-
I shall break down this wall which keeps me from you!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2010
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Empyrean Gifting
Each morning I awakened, in the tracks of my own tears;
My heart was broken that day and has been, for years!
God sent me an Angel, to allay my fragile heart's ache-
Assuring me, my life's return, no matter the time it may take!
Neither She, nor anyone else may know Her true affect,
Inspiring-since the moment of our live's timely intersect!
A puissant presence she possesses indeed, though, yet,
We have not made confluence, true, I am forever in Her debt!
She is the Empyrean gifting, by means of recompense
For years filled with pain-may this remain, all days hence!
I shall spend my life, entire, sharing with the world
My gleeful gratitude, for all the joy you have unfurled;
My beloved, not a day shall fleet, wherest you shall be nescient
Of all you have meant to me, since that wondrous day, prescient!
Maurice Harris,7 February 2010
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Truism Sonnet
Truisms become truth, as justice become adjudication;
Knowledge becomes reality, and reality, life's education!
My heart has stopped beating since 2007, that Veteran's Day;
Ached has it since, more than I could ever say!
Our life together, so amazing, so true;
Our family, together, so beauteous and new;
Though, KMKG is what we may be proclaimed:
Kristina, Maurice, Kalina and Gabriella, who we are, in name!
What is past is prologue, or so it may be said;
What is past affects us, until are days are dead;
What is past never ceases, nor leaves us alone;
What is past ne'er halts, until we have truly grown!
Whensover my love, you allow past to leave us-
Then only my beloved, will you truly see us!
Maurice Harris,8 December 2007
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The Plausibility Of Illogic, Inherent
All rallying around the cause, may take but a pause;
Think most, must they, about 'innocence clause'!
Alone you must now be in your fraudulent belief-
Making you now guilty, as an affection thief!
Perhaps not do you realize what is your blame-
All which has happened then, an even greater shame!
All now know the secret, that from even me, you harbored:
That which, to keep from other's knowledge, you labored!
Why then might you have occasion to ponder,
The plausibility of illogic, inherent, I wonder?
Then too, why might you believe and pass to others
The unconscienable, buried once, deep undercover?
Wherest ever you may go, know this, please:
Look ever shall thee guilty, as thought of mine, does decrease!
Maurice Harris,21 December 2007
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A Perfect Love
My heart has been shattered, though I know not why!
Where before I saw beauteous blue, I now see dark sky!
Wherest has gone all my love, for it is with thee-
Thouest I know not why, you covet not me! ?
A perfect love, asked to wait, for reasons not known-
If not then, how might I, for my lacking, atone?
All my love, handed to thee as though my gift:
Assure you I shall though, it shan't drift!
Amorous wonderment of proportions unparalled,
Knowest not do I how your's became assailed!
Quixotic quandary, to be sure, indeed-
Answers must cometh, for I am in need!
Perhaps they are to come soon, I know not when:
Then our love shall be allowed to truly begin!
Maurice Harris,18 October 2008
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Away, Away-Look Not Away, My Dear
Without thee, not all of myself, nary nearly, half-
Today, and all days other, I pray in your behalf!
Though for the gift awaitng me on the other end-
To the end of the Earth and back would I, myself send!
To those that are the righteous, thou shalt inherit the earth!
Inherit shall I, my destiny, known since birth,
God has led me to you and you, me-ethereally:
Truly, deeply do I love you-know now this, should thee!
Away I could saunter, and ne'er look back to you!
Yet, still could I seek mine own revenge too!
Though, to show you with a most simplistic term-
The love I feel in mine own heart-soul it shall infirm!
Away, away, look not away, my dear-
Your silent, yet distinct call, I alone, do hear!
Maurice Harris,23 December 2007
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Allow The Descent
In order to fall in love, you must allow the descent-
To be given away, your heart needs your mind's consent;
To be truly loved, you need to graciously recieve it-
Love contrariwise, is the gift of your own heart-you leave it
With the one who has uplifted and absquatulated it:
Does not, your love, belong to the one who created it! ? !
Love with all you have, as you possess naught else-
Love devoutly, unabashedly-not to wonder what else
There may be, to garner thine amorous affection:
Love, as naught else, offers a puissant self-protection.
Love is truly its own wondrous reward-
Love is the only road where you are never detoured;
Listen beloved, as love, for you, doth call-
Allow yourself to love, and along the way, enjoy the fall!
-Maurice Harris,25 March 2011
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Memories Of Thee
Memories of thee, infused within me, with effeverscence;
Thoughts abound of thee, love of thine own presence;
Walk with me, hold my hand, for I am your Dad-
Speak to me, I shall protect you, though removed was, what we had!
Love for you, paternal, hath been since your genesis-
Thus with your love for me, as shown, does define us!
My life's purpose, from then, defined through you-
Fatherhood, for me, means everything because of you!
My little lady you are, always shall thee be-
My special gift, an offering from Heaven, as the world does see!
He, Himself, proffered you to me, as we needed one another-
Nary could we have found satiation with any other!
I love thee, with effusion and without bounds-
I love thee, lo, surely the love betwixt, astounds!
Maurice Harris,11 December 2007
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The Grace Of God
It is but for the Grace of God I pen this-
Not so very long ago, I was asked to begin this
Life anew-as though one of His Children, reborn;
Now, I am Blessed with proof, which doth adorn
Mine own, once-ceased, fragile heart;
I know this to be His way to impart
To me and the rest of the world entire, a message:
As for hope, faith, and love-He is the last vestige
Of all that is pure and good in this world-
In His own image, mine shall e'er be unfurled
For all to see, as means by which to recompense this wondrous gift
Of new-found life, now and ever causal to the uplift
Of mine heart, mind, and inspired soul;
I know not if I've accomplished same, yet, this is my goal!
It is but through the Grace of God, and God alone
That I possess the very strength I do now own;
Prescience of same hath been gifted to all
Since the day when I nearly answered His Call
To come Home, at long last, to be among
His other Children, where I belong;
I was not ready; my presence was not then needed-
Though His Call I would have gladly heeded.
His purpose was to ready me for what is to come,
So that when all seemed to be lost, I would not succumb
To weakness and despair when I need be strong-
Nor to impatience, where the road is long.
'Thank You Heavenly Father, for the love You saw to provide;
For the Strength You gifted; for how You saw to decide
That I was so very important that You would guide me-
Not from above, in back, or in front-but beside me! '
-Maurice Harris,19 March 2011
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I Covet Not Only You
My every day, whether awake or engaged in somniation,
Certainly includes much in the way of lofty aspiration;
Beauteous dreams only-not my reality-
Yet, the former foretells their future duality:
In them, we have lived our wondrous life
Myriad ways, yet always as Husband and Wife!
I await this extraordinary futurity,
With a hopeful heart and a focused maturity;
I am enamored with you because I am supposed to be-
Unabashed, I celebrate same with all, yet, guard it close to me;
I may no longer deny, nor may I hide-
Verily, it has served as a tremendous source of pride;
I covet not only you, due your incomparable beauty,
But, also the man I am made from same-both my solemn duty!
-Maurice Harris,30 December 2010
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A Love, Meant For All Ages
What now of your story, is it now more true?
Methinks it to be inactual, in opposition to you!
Where could it go so very, very swiftly-
How could it take leave from thee, so very quickly?
Now you are there, all alone, without us-
Now is the time to return all, to the way it was!
Without such, none shall e'er know, surely
What was to be, not too, what's meant still, tis too early!
Wheresoever, it shall be known, by some, by all-
Hear they shall our love's duteous, distinct call!
Wither away fear; love, come thee, hither-
Stay from us dread, away-go thee away, thither!
A love, meant for us, for all the ages-
Meant to endure itself, in all its prescient stages!
Maurice Harris,9 December 2007
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Infinite And Unparalleled
I have given all to thee, expect naught, did I, in return;
One might exposit a certain status this may earn!
Expect only, did I, a certain mutual respect-
What I received though-no one could expect!
You once asked me, not so long ago: 'Do you love me enough? '
What say you now, my dear? Naught do I place above!
I have given all for thee, surely I would all again to remind;
Leave now, my lady, all who hath hurt us, behind!
No doubt should thee have of your place in my heart;
You reside where always you have, from first impart-
Occupy do you, all thought, every moment in time;
Causal art thine essence, to this very rhyme!
My love for thee-infinite and unparalleled for certain,
Alas, beloved, thine own actions causal to love's drawn curtain!
Maurice Harris,31 December 2007
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Safe Harbor From The Storm
The abject fear you live with, alone, became your self-perpetuating myth!
Why then would you try alone to rationalize resistance to our gift?
I am hopeful that from that day you allowed yourself to let go-
Now then you may be for all- a loved one, oppositely in the know!
Perchance, my love, why must it be prolonged then?
Again, my love, why must I now be forlorned then?
Come back to us my dear, my aid, for your asking, near-
First, you must right our ship- I'll take the helm then and steer!
I shall be your safe harbor from the storm-
So too shall you keep, for me, my heart warm!
For as long as the sun doth set, the moon doth rise;
For as many days as He remains most the wise-
I shall love thee and protect thee more ardently still,
For I shall ne'er cease even after your heart doth fill!
Maurice Harris,24 December 2007
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