Love's Lost Highway

I don't know when I took the turn
That put me on this road .
I guess I missed the sign that said ,
'Where broken hearts abode .'

I've walked this lonely road so long
I really could not say ,
How many times I've stopped to love
Along 'Love's Lost Highway .'

And I really don't remember
How many years it's been .
I hope I've many miles to go
Before I love again .

I haven't spent a lot of time
At stops along the way .
But sometimes we just have to put
Our lonely hearts in play .

And so today I stopped to rest
To taste of love once more .
But once again she broke my heart ,
As others have before .

So now it's time I journey on ,
I've thrown my heart away .
And lost my love again somehow ,
Along 'Love's Lost Highway .'

GREENWOLFE 1962

My Long , Long Trail Of Tears

I should have known I'd cry this way .
I just forgot somehow .
Although I shed them years ago ,
The last ones fell just now .

I held your picture in my hand
And teardrops fell like rain .
I saw that twinkle in your eyes
And was a child again .

My love , your gift is one fine thing
That makes it all worthwhile .
The wait of more than forty years
To see your childhood smile .

I tried for years to just recall
The way you used to be .
Then when I saw your photograph ,
It all returned to me .

The flaming love that I once felt ,
Was just as it had been .
Delivered with your precious gift
Of how you looked back then .

There's nothing more for me to do ;
But sit , and stare , and cry .
I'm much too old to do much else
Before my time to die .

There's nothing more for me to say ,
I've told it all to you .
My love , you are the one affair
I've had my whole life through .

I guess it takes a little time ,
Just more than forty years .
I know I cut it long ago ;
My , long , long trail of tears .

GREENWOLFE 1962

Heaven

I'm in Heaven while I'm living
Way down here on earth with thee .
For my darling , you're the angel ;
That brings it , so close to me .

As God must love his creations ,
He would surely be remiss ;
If the wonder of your being
Was not one he came to miss .

He might then , take jealous heeding
Of the time I've had with you .
And decide it's time to gather
To Himself this love so true .

That is why I fear the hour
On that dark and fateful day ,
When the Lord calls one more angel
Home to join His bright array .

What depression , pain , and sorrow
Shall invade my troubled mind ?
As I know that time for certain ,
I'll be left so far behind .

Will I yet again know Heaven ,
As it's been with you and me ?
How much time must I endure , this
Hell on earth it's bound to be ?

And if I should tire of sorrow ,
And the pain's too much to bear ;
Will I find you dear in Heaven
If I go in search up there ?

And would I , in seeking Heaven ,
Find another Hell instead ?
As I know one thing for certain ;
Living's Hell , when loves are dead .

I have this to keep me going .
This alone , till life is through .
Just the faith , that God in wisdom ;
Knows my Heaven is with you .

And if life and death are parcels
Of the same divine design ;
God will share again His angel ,
And His kingdom shall be mine .

GREENWOLFE 1962

Each Wondrous Thing

I wake up each morning
No matter what season , in spring .
For seeing you lie there ,
Reminds me of each wondrous thing .

The green in the meadow .
The fragrence of flowers that grow .
The fresh flowing waters .
The soft , gentle breezes that blow .

The songs that the birds sing .
The wonders that nature can do .
Are captured each moment
I spend lying here next to you .

And though every season
Will always change over , it's plain .
We'll know only springtime ,
Where our love shall always remain .

And that's as we planned it .
A season for our love to grow .
The seeds of our young love
Turned into the true love we know .

For now , we'll just linger .
Forever , our love in the spring .
As I lay beside you
Reminded , of each wondrous thing .

GREENWOLFE 1962

This Little Thing I Do

I don't know why I came to see
The girl that I once knew .
Except to say she might approve
This little thing I do .

She never cared that much for me .
But this I can forgive .
For I expect she knew my thoughts
On how she chose to live .

She knew I cared enough for her
To leave her to her life .
Though she once said she'd not consent
To be a loving wife .

And so I came this special day
As I have come before .
When she requires my services;
Each time , she hurts me more .

Why I let her torture me
Is anybody's guess .
So I have come, for I still care ,
Expecting nothing less .

But this may be the final time .
She doesn't look so well .
I fear she'll find the afterlife
A bitter place to dwell .

Now , you may think it harsh to say
What I have said of her .
But all I've done is tell the truth ,
So why should I defer ?

And as I've said of her before ,
I love her as she is .
I pray she'll find the answer soon ,
To lifetime's lonely quiz .

For though she never found true love
While searching every place .
She might just look inside my heart ,
When we come face to face .

Perhaps that's why I came to see
The girl that I once knew ,
Hoping that she may approve
This little thing I do .

GREENWOLFE 1962

The Universe

The ship moves on without a sail
Or rudder as its guide.
The oozing mass of living things
Escaping from each side.

'The Universe' is bound for home
Without its mortal crew.
Or anything it journeyed for,
Its mission over due.

We see it as it nears it's home
With sparkling watered eyes.
It must have been a hellish thing
That happened to those guys.

As men endeavor to explore
Sometimes I question why.
It's best they never see such things
As this go passing by.

It must be Heaven's plan for us
To see before we die,
How man's pursuit of unknown things
Can often go awry.

If so, I've learned my lesson well.
Though man, I fear, has not.
What evil things were done this time?
What spectacle we've wrought!

We'll take our pictures, every one,
So they can see it all.
The tortured mass of living things.
No doubt, from Hell's spring ball.

When we're through, a braver soul
Than me will go on board.
And place a charge of fireworks
Somewhere in evil's hoard.

And then the ship, ' The Universe, '
The pride of man's great fleet;
Will turn into a flaming Hell,
A sign of man's conceit.

Then I will say a prayer to God
For all the souls on board.
'The Universe' and my own ship,
And worlds not yet explored.

When fooling with the genes of life
We'd better heed these words.
Sometimes it doesn't blend so well.
It sticks, and turns to curds.

The pictures will explain it all.
I pray they'll be revealed.
So man will cease pursuing things
That God so well concealed.

If man derives from anything
'The Universe' displayed.
Then he has one true destiny.
A Hell that he has made.

And if I'm there to see it through,
This destiny of man.
I'll hold the torch of Heaven's fire
And burn them if I can.

So let us pray that men will yield
To God this human curse.
Exemplified by what he made.
This ship, 'The Universe.'

GREENWOLFE 1962

Young Love

They hugged and made each other.
They kissed and saw the stars.
They wondered if they did it
On Jupiter and Mars.

They stroked and grazed the meadow
Of each one's sacred place.
They looked and saw the pleasure
Expressed on each one's face.

They held each other gently,
But firmly high and low.
Joyful at discovering
The things they didn't know.

Then, when their senses flourished,
Relieving them of shame;
They found in each such passion,
They trembled, each in flame.

They fell and looked much deeper
Into their loving souls.
They found in each, fine treasures.
And thought, their cherished goals.

They, each one, answered truly.
No lies can thus be told.
They planned, right then to marry;
Before their love turned cold.

As young love has such pleasures,
And not much grief or pain;
No wonder then, young lovers,
Repeat them once again.

The mistakes garnered falsely
From passion's sizzling fire.
But come to see much later,
Such loves may soon expire.

It ever was, as stated.
A passions overflow,
That makes young love look foolish
In retrospective glow.

But while, it's then, in season;
It cannot be ignored.
Young Love is living's treasured gift
Of joys yet unexplored.

GREENWOLFE 1962