SING ME A LULLABY
Clayton Anderson Bell
Please sing me a lullaby.
One that speaks of peace and quiet,
Of a world filled with hope and joy,
Where children play and birds do fly,
No sadness please for my heart is aching so.
Please sing me a lullaby.
Yes, an old lullaby from bygone days,
One that carries mellow tones,
My ears hear only saddest sighs,
My eyes are filled with tears once more.
Please sing me a lullaby.
Brahms? Yes, I love Brahms, so tender,
Sing in a key that I might join you,
See how still the eve does lie,
Excuse me if I cry myself to sleep.
Please sing me a lullaby.
Sing it softly, quietly, tenderly,
All heartbreak now begins to fade,
I feel my will again to try,
Sing me a lullaby, please sing me a lullaby.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
In memory of Paul Haugen who walked these paths...
JUVATN
Clayton Anderson Bell
Oh, how the name touches my lips
Like the finest Sparkling wine.
Standing amid the mountain tops
Is a cabin from older time.
I hear the winds, they call to me
Come, before it is too late.
Enter in this open door,
Drink waters from the lake.
Look, the reindeer pass in file
As snow falls clean and white,
The log upon the fire burns
“Skoll” rings to close the night.
Yes Tarjei, I hear the sound,
Land of our Mother’s birth,
To stand upon Juvatn’s ground,
We find a new found worth.
Valle, open up your arms
To this stranger from afar,
Let me climb those mountains,
To live with Juvatn’s stars.
Clayton Anderson Bell
Oh, how the name touches my lips
Like the finest Sparkling wine.
Standing amid the mountain tops
Is a cabin from older time.
I hear the winds, they call to me
Come, before it is too late.
Enter in this open door,
Drink waters from the lake.
Look, the reindeer pass in file
As snow falls clean and white,
The log upon the fire burns
“Skoll” rings to close the night.
Yes Tarjei, I hear the sound,
Land of our Mother’s birth,
To stand upon Juvatn’s ground,
We find a new found worth.
Valle, open up your arms
To this stranger from afar,
Let me climb those mountains,
To live with Juvatn’s stars.
How well we remember Tarjei and Pal
TWO VIKING MEN
With outstretched hands they entered in,
Two tall, straight bodies lean, so trim.
Ivory smiles, sunburned faces,
They grip my hand, give warm embraces.
They are my kin of years far by,
Whose blood does flow as mine, but why?
My Mother’s grace, poise and flare,
Show through each man, I only stare.
These men have come from Norway’s shore,
Gifted men, lettered men, yet more,
They speak of Kings, my heritage,
My name, they say is on their page.
Far back in time, yet still it stands
As though written, by present hands,
A true Son of Norway, blessed be,
“Stand with us, for we are now, three”.
June 27 2007
With outstretched hands they entered in,
Two tall, straight bodies lean, so trim.
Ivory smiles, sunburned faces,
They grip my hand, give warm embraces.
They are my kin of years far by,
Whose blood does flow as mine, but why?
My Mother’s grace, poise and flare,
Show through each man, I only stare.
These men have come from Norway’s shore,
Gifted men, lettered men, yet more,
They speak of Kings, my heritage,
My name, they say is on their page.
Far back in time, yet still it stands
As though written, by present hands,
A true Son of Norway, blessed be,
“Stand with us, for we are now, three”.
June 27 2007
Monday, January 5, 2009
A gentleman meets a lady..
A PILGRIMAGE OF LOVE
Clayton Anderson Bell
How did you come into my life? By chance; I think not.
You see I have been searching for you all of my life.
Since I have found you, I can never let you go!
You fill my every hour with love; how did I find you
Does one find a single star and know it is the one,
Among trillions, that ends a pilgrimage of love?
How did I know; how did you know we would meet?
You spoke, I listened; I spoke, you listened;
Now we speak as one; so soft the sounds.
Life begins with a pilgrimage of love, a searching for love.
How did I find you in this pilgrimage of love?
What a beautiful way to describe life!
May 21 2008
Clayton Anderson Bell
How did you come into my life? By chance; I think not.
You see I have been searching for you all of my life.
Since I have found you, I can never let you go!
You fill my every hour with love; how did I find you
Does one find a single star and know it is the one,
Among trillions, that ends a pilgrimage of love?
How did I know; how did you know we would meet?
You spoke, I listened; I spoke, you listened;
Now we speak as one; so soft the sounds.
Life begins with a pilgrimage of love, a searching for love.
How did I find you in this pilgrimage of love?
What a beautiful way to describe life!
May 21 2008
When true love meets true love...
“NOW THE HEART HAS A PLACE
TO COME HOME TO.”
Clayton Anderson Bell
Long the days and longer the nights,
Heavy the weight of wrong or right,
Alone in a world of love and grace
Yet never to know my time or place;
Hidden deep in my wandering soul
Is the right to find this hidden goal.
Many the doors one opens wide,
Only to find no love inside,
Turn and wander to play the part,
Find a home for a homeless heart.
Then, a smile, a touch, a voice so true,
My heart finds a place to come home to.
Sharing each word, treasure each line,
The touch of a hand, whispers sublime,
Taste the love in each kiss so sweet,
Feel the warmth of arms that reach,
Beckoning so that love shines through,
“Now, my heart has a place to come home to.”
TO COME HOME TO.”
Clayton Anderson Bell
Long the days and longer the nights,
Heavy the weight of wrong or right,
Alone in a world of love and grace
Yet never to know my time or place;
Hidden deep in my wandering soul
Is the right to find this hidden goal.
Many the doors one opens wide,
Only to find no love inside,
Turn and wander to play the part,
Find a home for a homeless heart.
Then, a smile, a touch, a voice so true,
My heart finds a place to come home to.
Sharing each word, treasure each line,
The touch of a hand, whispers sublime,
Taste the love in each kiss so sweet,
Feel the warmth of arms that reach,
Beckoning so that love shines through,
“Now, my heart has a place to come home to.”
A man and his music lives on forever...
PLAY IT AGAIN SAM
A shock of white, a smile so bright,
He took his place upon a chair.
I saw him sway, then start to play,
A world of music filled the air.
From deep within, with a roguish grin,
Long loved tunes formed from his hands.
With fingers curled, like flags unfurled,
Then he stopped…and the room stood still.
His brow was set, no sound was let.
He rose with a winking eye.
A nod was all, then as if by call
With love in hand… he bid us all good-bye.
July 18 2007
A shock of white, a smile so bright,
He took his place upon a chair.
I saw him sway, then start to play,
A world of music filled the air.
From deep within, with a roguish grin,
Long loved tunes formed from his hands.
With fingers curled, like flags unfurled,
Then he stopped…and the room stood still.
His brow was set, no sound was let.
He rose with a winking eye.
A nod was all, then as if by call
With love in hand… he bid us all good-bye.
July 18 2007
Memories for a wonderful person...
LOVE IN LATER LIFE
Clayton Anderson Bell
Love and youth hold to dreams in June’s fulfillments,
Flowing gowns of white, on father’s arm, flower girls,
Tuxedos and boutonnieres, Mother’s tears and maidens’ hopes,
First love, everlasting love, love for eternity.
Life now casts its net across the face of love, catching, holding
Words, deeds, actions and reactions; all are captive,
Held to be found wanting or wanting to be found,
Love will survive, love will disappear, and love will falter.
Time is forever, love perhaps not, but life will carry on.
Gone is the fire of youth, the coals begin to glow.
How warm a second feeling, how soft a touching hand,
How deep a love in later life can become.
Gone the idle boasts of youth, held fast are words of truth,
Words that deepen into treasured memories,
Actions that play across one’s mind, now and forever,
How deep a love becomes in later life.
Clayton Anderson Bell
Love and youth hold to dreams in June’s fulfillments,
Flowing gowns of white, on father’s arm, flower girls,
Tuxedos and boutonnieres, Mother’s tears and maidens’ hopes,
First love, everlasting love, love for eternity.
Life now casts its net across the face of love, catching, holding
Words, deeds, actions and reactions; all are captive,
Held to be found wanting or wanting to be found,
Love will survive, love will disappear, and love will falter.
Time is forever, love perhaps not, but life will carry on.
Gone is the fire of youth, the coals begin to glow.
How warm a second feeling, how soft a touching hand,
How deep a love in later life can become.
Gone the idle boasts of youth, held fast are words of truth,
Words that deepen into treasured memories,
Actions that play across one’s mind, now and forever,
How deep a love becomes in later life.
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