When will you come home?

Sitting in the corner of the room so dark

Silence grips my soul …why are we apart?

My mind replays the moment that you walked away

Why did we let this happen? I wanted you to stay

The clock on the wall sets the tone for the night

The rhythm and the sound they compete with my plight

Tick.. Tock.. Tick.. Tock.. Oh how I feel alone!

Tick..Tock…Tick..Tock…When will you come home?

© Jon Arno

Angeles

Oh what beauty bright and fair

Swirling locks of golden hair

Graceful strides and pleasant smile

I stood and stared for quite a while

Couldn’t speak when first beheld

Heart was racing overwhelmed

Palms were sweaty face was flushed

Hidden thoughts could not be hushed

Won her heart and took her hand

Bought a house on fertile land

Time went by with all demands

Children came and then the grands

Sitting on the porch last night

Held Angeles very tight

Thinking how it all began

Yes, I'd do it once again

© Jon Arno

Mr. Billy Harcan

There is an old man down by the Town Hall oak

He wears a yellow cap and a long dark coat

People say that trouble caught him by surprise

His name is Billy Harcan from Oceanside

Billy sleeps on the park bench under the stars

Ask you for a dollar then head for the bars

Drinking out the trouble is a way of life

Cost him everything he had even his wife

His daughter comes to see him on Saturdays

Tells him all about her life and Jesus saves

She asks every time won’t you please come home

I don’t need your help please leave me alone

Billy welcomes his ghosts to the park at night

He toasts to their health it’s really quite a sight

Dancing with his friends for an hour or two

The night always ends with...Mary where are you?

© Jon Arno

I Still Think Of You

Oh what thoughts do fill my mind

Your face displayed and locked in time

I hear your voice inside my heart

What went wrong… so long apart?

Throughout the years I’ve thought of you

Times we shared..what we went through

The memories flow in random paths

Your gentle touch… and how you laughed

So much time has come and gone

Still your presence… lingers on

What if time could now be changed?

What would life be… re-arranged?

Nothing ever stays the same

Can’t go back and love reclaim

I hope your dreams they all came true
some did for me, but not with you

© Jon Arno

The Whisper Of The Wind

The leaves they dance…The leaves they fall      

The whisper of the wind 

One more season… One more year           

The change it now begins  

For many years…Your presence felt  

The trees prepare to sleep 

A heightened sense…within the air

Of something I must seek 

The trees they bow…As you approach       

Your power now displayed

I close my eyes…and drift away

My thoughts of her replayed   

Then breaking through…the whistling wind

Another I do hear

A voice I knew…from long ago

Whose memories I hold dear

It’s me my love…I heard your thoughts

I sought and found a way

I couldn't wait…a moment more

To be with you today

I rode the wind…to come to you

To see you one more time

To let you know…It’s all ok

That everything is fine 

The wind it blows…I must now leave

But hear these words I say

Enjoy your life…do all you can

For each and every day

Don’t be afraid…We’ll meet again

Of this I surely know

I’ll wait for you…With open arms

You’ll never be alone

The leaves they dance…The leaves they fall      

The whisper of the wind 

One more season… One more year          

The change it now begins  

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