Special Poetry |
Here's a collection of poetry composed by Daniel just for Anabelle. Straight from the heart!! ![]() |
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ENDLESS DAYSHues 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
My mind wanders to traces of our early love
Time seems to flutter by and dissolve
Dying hues of evening's descending orange
Against this wondrous beauty of God's creation |
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 |
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 RainEchoing 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) |
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) |