dave lessard Poems

Here in Prescott, cottonwoods,
are scarlet from the fall;
in stately groves they rise,
as big as they are tall.
...

You are too beautiful for words,
which I try to capture in a song;
words just simply fail me,
I make them up as I go along.
...

Let the old love dormant lie
in the fields of sad regret;
let the heart in silence cry
of the time, when first we met.
...

What does it mean to be beautiful?
to be adored for who or whatyou are
appreciated and admired
from near or from afar.
...

Why did you take away
the love I had for you?
killed the happy dreams
said that we were through;
...

Love does not fail, but people do,
they agonize, what they've been through;
they cast aside, the love they knew,
and then, in sadness...rue.
...

On this day of Atonement
I fast and keep the faith
free from man's objection
that bruise and scathe.
...

How beautiful the night
how lovely is the moon
how grand the glow of stars
on this tender night in June.
...

I will take this moment
and make it all my own;
mine alone to share
of the things I've known.
...

Before you, there was but nothing
just chance and restless wanderings
empty promises and tragic sorrow
over ordinary, silly, mundane things.
...