Anabelle & Daniel's Scrapbook

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Special Poetry

Here's a collection of poetry composed by Daniel just for Anabelle.
Straight from the heart!!

ENDLESS DAYS

The quiescent evening draws its softly clouded curtains
Hues of tangerine pink taint the slowly darkening reins
As if to bid us all earthly creatures a noble goodbye
Times like these seem endless days make me sigh

Sighs of dreaming of you in my hand so faraway
Whispering words of tender care soft to say
You are like the evening breeze my face refreshing
Lifting my soul to your bosom warmly so inviting

The wind sings strange melodies to my straining ear
In harmony with the gathering nocturnal choir
Their lyrical notes remind me that I am so alone
Then the wind bites and chills my heart to the bone

Endless days are so ever long they are a tome
But on Friday when the silver bird takes me home
To be hugged by your slender arms of love I look
Then twill be the final chapter of this weary book

(Written by Daniel Wee for Anabelle July 15, 1999)

Poetry in Motion

Stuff of dreams, to me that's who you are
Like some hidden meadow between hills afar
Or a lazy cloud drifting across the summer sky
With kites caressed by soft breezes soaring high
Showers in April and early morning dew
They all remind me of only you.

My mind wanders to traces of our early love
When the sun broke through the storm above
Then we saw rainbow sails across English Bay
Gentle afternoon lingered on for us to stay
Meander the salty seawall hand in hand
Watching restless waves lap the rocky land.

Time seems to flutter by and dissolve
When we bask in the sunshine of our love
The beaches of White Rock on Easter
Are now distant news like yesterday's paper
The shores of Kitsilano to us have beckoned
Are now misty shades of memories reckoned

Dying hues of evening's descending orange
A pretty picture of a love that will not change
The tranquil dusk broken by the last bird's cry
The gentle evening vanishes into the purple night
Stars sing in joy dance in amber moonlight

Against this wondrous beauty of God's creation
My weakened heart aches in quiet hesitation
My soul cries....How to say what to do
Wishing only to give you a hint, a clue
But I am the falling night growing blue
Then we bid goodbye a tear to withhold
My love for you maturing never growing old

("Poetry in Motion" is one of my favorites.
Daniel wrote it for me on June 5, 1998... Anabelle)

On June 23,1998 Daniel surprised me by leaving me a message on my voice mail singing this cute song he wrote called, "Jello Pudding". As I listened to his singing with his trusty guitar accompanying him, I laughed and cried. I kept thinking.... "awwwwwww........so cute!" I recently made him a dessert called "Almond Jello Pudding" and the almond jello was a "bust" but he still complimented it and dared to eat it! But mixing it with the fruit cocktail and mandarin slices saved the day. It was still edible and we both ate my creation that was a near devastation!! heee...heee.....

Jello Pudding

I am the Jello, You are the fruitee
Together we are so complete you see

I am the Jello, You are the fruitee
Together we make our music a beauty

I am the Almond Jello that you make
I feel so soft when in my arms you take

You are the fruit like oranges and cocktail
Sweet to my lips like honey in a pail

I am the Jello, You are the Fruitee
Please love me ever so tenderly...

Or I'll melt and run down the drain of pain....

ODE TO SPANISH BANKS

Peering through moistened eyes I gaze in open:
Into untarnished blackness of the midnight heaven;
Without wishing on sparkling stars or sleepy moon,
In your arms, I lie over Spanish Banks' sandy dune.

The summer wind rustle gently the whispering leaves:
As lovers stroll by in tiny laughter and playful teases
Joined by quiet symphony of little tumbling waves,
In your arms, I close my eyes and dream of distant caves.

Vancouver city of jewels glowing over rippled waters:
Guarded by ancient North Shore mountains tireless.
Ebbing afterglow crested between twinkling lighthouses,
In your arms, I cast sleepy eye and smile in drowsiness.

Lion's Gate showing off her night time pearls:
Arched in stately elegance strung in regal curls.
Evening yachts flow underneath her majestic span,
In your arms, I want to lie all my life if I can.

(For Anabelle at Spanish Banks composed by Daniel July 14, 1998)

Grey Vancouver Rain

The sky today seems saddened by the grey Vancouver rain,
Echoing my heart's aching craving to see you once again;
The mighty Fraser courses gently by with nary a wave to trace
Except big raindrops making pock marks on its sleepy dozy face

. The silent summer mountains meditate in the grey Vancouver rain,
Wondering if the West coast sun could ever peek and shine again
My heart yearns in quiet longing for my love to come to me
I wait in pain and my tears well up until her face I shall see.

The courageous Patullo archs across the grey Fraser river,
Like an ever faithful sentinel or a knight in orange shiny armour,
Perched bravely against the cold grey Vancouver rain;
Beneath its protecting arms, tug boats push and pull in vain.

As I ponder on this tired scenery staring at me through the glass
I wonder if this sweet bitterness of wanton love will ever pass
Her tender fingers seem to have touched every part of my soul
Yet without her love I somehow lose the will again to be whole.

Is it my tears or is it the wet grey Vancouver rain I cannot tell
The sky my campanion in mournful tears as raindrops fell
When will it be, I keep wondering in giddy circles of my mind
But it is this hurtin' heart I realize that cannot stop to pine.

Come, my love to me, through the grey Vancouver rain
So I can touch your fair countenance yet once again
Erasing all doubt you are but a figment of my imagined love
To thank my Father in the eternal heavens dwelling above.

(Composed June 24, 1998 @ 1:00 pm for Anabelle by Daniel)

PRELUDE TO AUTUMN

The wisps of autumn mists dawn upon us
As the warmth of summer joys do forsake

Yet lingering in my mind's eye I still vividly see
The events so quickly that do transpire

Summer memories coloured like a painted montague
And silent pictures frozen in sienna hues engraved:

Flirting through the sunny hills and lapping oceans with you
Afternoon lazy catnaps and patio dinners on the go

Meandering the quiescent shoreline in secret kisses
Sharing a rainstorm with eyes to peer into each other

Sudden surprises and heart-felt letters in the sand
Our hearts and hands engaged in busy ceremony

Will you forget my love, what joys there were?
Our love has been ripened by the summer sun

Now that autumn tempts us with her caresses
Will our love sweeten like her ruby wine?

Because in the end my love it is only you and I
When we are alone, our hearts the purest joy.

(Dedicated to Anabelle on our first month engagement anniversary, Sept 22, 1998)

ODE TO DANIEL

Had you ever a workmate who laboured so hard,
For his health and well-being he had low regard,
Well, that was the Daniel we all knew so well,
In the years before he met Anabelle.

Beemers and ragtops were his only vice,
With a piece of machinery he'd try to entice
Some beautiful woman, with the standard soft sell,
But that was before he met Anabelle.

But then it happened, in a house of prayer,
He just looked up, and she was there,
Time stood still, his heart as well,
The day that Daniel met Anabelle.

The nights that he dreamt of a woman so fine,
He just needed someone to keep him in line,
It was clear to us he was under her spell,
Soon after Daniel met Anabelle.

We're used to him talking and listening as well,
But by the distant look we can easily tell
The exact, precise moment a good man fell,
The moment that Daniel met Anabelle.

The marriage was planned and the web page too,
On the road to forever you have to go through
This day, but like a boxer, he answered the bell,
And start the first round with his wife Anabelle.

So now we see Daniel to the lions' den go,
He hasn't been harmed, he's got quite a glow,
On the sea of life she can calm the swell,
Living is easy with his wife Anabelle.

Now those pesky sales trips are no longer much fun,
He can't wait to get home, there's so much to be done,
But his thirst has been quenched from the true love well,
Since the day that Daniel met Anabelle.

So the future is bright for our loyal friend,
And who knows our course til life's final end,
But to all who will listen I'm sure he will tell,
The best day was the one when he met Anabelle.

(May 19, 2000 - a poem composed by Daniel's work buddy, Colin)

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