Beyond the gaze of the sun lies paradise
The lights on the horizon entice
dreamy thoughts of many men
their hopes and dreams when
air is rent,
with love so sincere
afraid, yet wanting to hear,
love blossoms, will wings of hope suffice.
Beyond the gaze of the sun lies paradise
My middle word is the
Penned 10 February 2015
Form should be called centrifugal
Lady you make the fire burn warm inside beauty
arising sun setting deep radiant reflections glimmer
Mirror of happiness who sings most beautiful in daylight
tonight a million stars may shine upon waves silver dance
Taking a spirit inside the truest heartbeat sparkling diamond luster
only one who holds forever treasuring each passing moon howls
You came to me each waking new day immortal winks
beating soft tender drum rolls echo deeply love a faraway paradise
Soulful emotions shines golden within emotions pearl drops
unchaining a dream the waterfalls flowing to the ocean sing
Silken soft ribbons tie feelings inside bound one knot touching
always the flickering candle lights shadows dance with truth
love the style of your morning kiss
dancing lips deeply dazzling bliss
Catch you after curtain calls my dreams tonight
until the sun kisses your eyelids with golden light
Beautiful in one's mind weakness sang a dream
just floated to you dancing upon sunshine beams
Captivating ball of flames burning bright not the past
radiating golden warm future holds destiny our torch shines a light everlasting
Holding inside believing crowning beauty silently whispers without sound
Rising as night's tears leave a dew upon the ground
Crystal blue clear the happiness within joy brings
inside every wish was your desire softly feathers touching wings embracing sing
My Son Moon and Star ~
Approaching the celebration of his Birth
cherishing the gift I received
within weeks of conception I knew
something amazing was in Creation ~
the Stars held a party
sending me with one of their own
Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky
It was magic It was destiny taking its flight.
In love with an October full moon
drawing and painting I liked
thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
caught in a loss of time
Hours going by as choosing my color
a wittness to three falling stars
A clear night sky sparkle's
A once Famous Star was sent
inspiring the tiny child inside ~
Never a doubt in my mind at all
child bearing was worth any pain received
yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
one to cherish and hold
My Son was born the following August ~
working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year
as the set of Leverage for 3 years .
Has done a Indie movie here
In Paris it was seen and honored
coming soon filmed in Portland ~
"The House of Last Things "
awaiting the credits , you will see
1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant
My Young Lion Mans dream ~
A proud mom I watch every show and the credits
as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
My Son & Moon and Star
A name you will all know ~
Happy Birthday to my creative Son
you will exist in my heart forever~
Sunshine beams sparkles softly golden magic
Breathtaking horizon of dreams spells casting
Feelings, faces and memories within
Shall follow the nature´s endless spin
Creeping higher morning glory rising perfect splendor
Smiling warm rays inside hot radiance glows
Dizzy with pleasure, tears a falling star rain wet drop of heaven
Total silence no vibration pearls on leaves dried
Songbirds sing praise in a heavenly choir whistling tunes
Enchanting dewdrops sparkling shivers, silver glistens
Diamond shining clearly colors beauty awakening
Rainbow riches polishing a heart to the highest luster
Into a landscape of dreams and hope
The green grass will grow for another tomorrow
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid
and Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 12.01.2015 -
- Thank you anne lise
Water droplets become liquid pearls, delicately balanced on milky white petals
Crowning gems sparkling jewels mist under lashes gleam
The beautiful white yellow sunlight all visible wavelengths of light refraction
Fluttering a rainbow promise under the bridge colors bright
The goddess of fertility, wealth and comfort her name Dana-Ana
A crowning beauty sings whom stands in every dream
Sitting on deep rocks a treasure who combs every feeling
Sea cradled her and she heard Neptune whisper .... so beautiful you are
With golden glowing fingers of emotions held captivated in her rays
Filled with warm love when evening shadows and stars turns out in the sky
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Alone on a mountain top, she quietly sits.
Looking down below lies a dark pit.
On the other side runs a river next to a valley so green.
Pretty flowers everywhere, it’s the most beautiful scene
Overhead the birds are singing as they all fly by.
The setting of the sun adds a beautiful contrast to the colour of the sky.
Animals on the field playing around all so carefree.
This is the place she calls her own, a place to escape reality.
She closes her eyes for a minute, n the memories come flooding in.
Memories of her childhood days, life then was like a dream.
Climbing on the mango trees, making swings out of old tyres
Hide and seek in the garden and playing with toys made outta wires.
Sliding down the banks with old crates and cardboards.
Not missing an episode of star wars and playing with toy swords.
Running around bare feet n not worried about any cuts n bruises.
Having fun in all our games no matter who wins or loses.
Rushing home after school to catch her fav cartoons.
Sunday morning trips to the beach n been there till late in the afternoon.
Holidays and special occasions always celebrated with family and friends.
She opened her eyes n wished those days had never ended.
The sun had finally set, it was time for her to go.
But she will be back here soon, of that she sure knows.
For this is where she finds serenity, her place to be alone.
A place she feels free and far away from home.
She heads on back, an hour’s drive away.
She felt reluctant to leave, she wished she cud of stayed.
But she enjoys the long drive home as she passes a forest of trees
This is how she forgets about her pain by reliving the special memories. .
the sun sets in my mind
never to arise
for darkness soothes the glaring light
that carries all the lies
and in the place where I sleep
I come alive in my dreams
never wishing to awake
stitched in threads of reality seams
so let the sun rise
steadfast and so sublime
just let me sleep so I can dream
of sunsets in my mind
my pen this night
my thoughts though
strong are meek
my dreams are dreams
and that's all that they are
but until i make them come to life
they are as far away as the stars
stars at night are so numerous
i can not count
also are my dreams
an unset amount
the stars twinkle and move across
and my dreams they shine
and delight my mind
one star that is present
it is my sun
my dream ever present
is the only one
the sun it warms me
on winters day
my dream warms me
in various other ways
when the world turns
and my sun appears to go away
my dream is scattered
across the milky way
i count the stars
and dreams alike
of my delight
but dreams are all they are
until i bring them life
a dawning star
and bright day light
my heart and mind
wish with all their might
that i would bring my dream
into the light
"I wish I may, I wish I might
have this wish I make tonight."
and with the rising of the sun
dream and star become as one
The night is young, so as the mornng that i will soon await to arise in your eyes
fallen by the desporate words you speak.
Watching you sleep so peacfully in your sweet dreams. as the wisper of the wind waits for
you to awake.
My heart is growing old by every minute dreaming softly to your dream kisses.
For i now know that i can't no longer live in your dreams i have to go back to that
raisin in the sun reality, dried again by the gasping of the wind. i have fallen in love
but it is now time for me to awake and watch the sun rise, as yesterday's moon grows old.
while kissing me good-night to your dream kisses, while i'm on cloud nine touching the
As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks
Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold
And I pay no mind to the women around me,
Only to your beauty do I hold an Ode.
I see my fair Spanish lady
my daring, sweet rose with thorns,
That run up and down her spine.
As she stops in the daily parade
Waving at the peasants,
She looks at me and summons her guards
Too take me away.
Her beauty is unbearable.
I cannot take not being with her
For a single moment in my life.
Black like coal,
Her smile is bright, as the first rays of the Red Sun
In the dawn.
Her lips painted with ruby lipstick,
her silk laced dress and shawl wrap around her,
Like a beautiful butterfly in her cocoon.
Her skin of olive, dark color and her green eyes.
My God, those sweet and piercing green eyes
Oh, how they hit my soul and make me shiver with excitment.
She is intoxicating and I am intoxicated in her beauty.
She is like an angel, a Latina beauty who walks the streets paved gold,
As I walk the cracked, cobblestone walkways.
She shines in the Spanish sun, like a dimoand in the ruff
As you blow the dust off her sweet brow,
she glows and sparkles with extordinary excellence.
She is beautiful and sweet and kind.
She loves me, but her father minds.
I am only a peasant, and she royalty.
Can our love ever be together in one holy matrimony?
I pray to the Lord, of all that is good,
Please give me a sign that she loves me.
Soon a storm came over,
blowing me down to the ground
And a cloud of dust swallowed me whole.
A great Conquistador on a great white stallion
pulled me up and told me that she wanted to see me.
I shacked with nervous of joy as I followed the warrior.
She was there, under a palm tree
Near a beautiful beach in Barcelona.
She smiled and a glow covered me with passion.
I hugged her and kissed her upon her sweet lips.
I tasted virginity and she tasted loyalty.
We both tasted beauty and harmony.
As the warrior left us,
We made love upon a vigin white sheet,
Soon covered with a flowing river of red.
She moaned with exticy and love was in the air.
The Ode to my sweet Spaniad, Mi Corazon!
We lay there in each others arms
Looking up at a clear night sky
The twilight glimmered ever so softly
And a shooting star blazed across the sky
I kissed her and she kissed me.
I whispered in her, "My love forever"
And she pushed me back upon the sheets
and we made sweet and ever lasting love again.
As we looked in each other's almond colored eyes.
I said to her, in a soft voice, Mi Corazon.
I know its the summer time because of how naturally
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree
No. Silly humans and maybe silly ants.
So egotistical and naive to think we are the grand creation.
We live in a world where there is hope to sell as many people on the idea that they actually have all the answers.
If they are unable to find an answer nowadays it is assumed that well,
someone must know it.
Of course, this person must be wiser if they have the answer in mind.
Who knows how much cognitive dissonance leaks out of those who assume they could know everything if they wanted to, after all, a grand creation would hold the key.
What If someone who has not been deemed successful had the answer to their question?
They are simply not seen as wiser than the one who asks,
but merely, an uneducated soul.
They want you to give into your limits.
They want them to seep through to all who accept them in order to kill learning and thrive their tools to enslave.
We must have belief of one's self over open belief itself.
To be imaginative you must let your mind conjure all the possibilities.
Considering it all, willing to learn,
and your mind becomes an open feed to the energy of the evolution of thought.
To continuously learn you must be open to everything that may hold the possibility of truth.
How do you know that ant isn't your God, spying on you from the throne?
How can you possibly think you understand the difference between the microscopic to the non-comprehensive?
We are but an organic spec to the dominance of these barriers,
though they securely hold us to these realms.
We must soar past it and realize that we are not alone.
Next time you see someone looking down on those ants with their horrifying sense of might,
remind them, someone may be looking down on us with a sure tale of remarkable power in it's true form.
We must diminish our false sense of power and give way to sincerity to one another and allow ourselves to pick at each others brains in the hopes we learn as much as we can from this life to the next test.
I like to think that you may have started as a simple drop in the ocean and then you were set free into the eye of another.
And then a plant and then you died and so on until you found yourself here today.
Finally graduated to a human.
Perhaps it was the other way around and you have to learn what it feels like to go from the top all the way to the bottom.
Again and again until you learn what you're suppose to.
And then, you will be allowed to go home.
Leaking sides of a filth I abandoned
Sheathing myself to my fortress garrisoned
Waste snaking through what's left of my good will
On and off I rode away from the wasteland off the distant hill
Encountering the ghosts of the past whispers
Devouring my thoughts my head dazed in whimper
A shield broken a sword untamed
Halos smothered and bloody fingers to blame
Hurricanes swept the grasslands clean
Storms stripping the seas of rough and lean
Waves hurrying to escape the fury of the dark night sky
To whom it may be, the ones screaming to die
Blazing fires putting ashes to the ground
The traces of disaster slaving the uncrowned
Shadows of the graves greeted the living with open arms
The cries of fear echoed the heavens with crimson scars
To whom will you run? To whom will you plead?
When the sky burns red and the kings turn to flee
To whom will it matter, whether you live to see another day
To whom will it stain, the end of a million hearts beating astray
Hail of ember melts away your eyes and ears
Your fate manifests the monster you've dreaded and feared
Glory will claw the spines of lands filled with the martyrs' blood
No escaping the howls of an outcast howling through the moonless flood
The withering final moments, savoring the jolly stride
Rode the sheathing swords that flew the banners of pride
Gliding on skulls of their fallen ones
Swore to retake the Empire of the Rising Sun
Many little girls dream about a prince coming to their tower to save them from trouble,
Called their mother,
Or a knight in shining armor to take away their bother,
Called their father,
But not I
I dream about a farmer boy,
One who bales hay from sun up to sun down,
Feeds the pigs, even with a frown
I don’t want a prince with gold,
A knight with armor,
I want a farmer boy
I want a man who will treat me right,
Not one who thinks he knows more than I,
I do not want a prince who will buy me what I want and them leave me be,
I do not want a knight, who will always leave me,
I want a man who will hold me tight and tell me he loves me
Before he says goodnight
I don’t want a prince with gold,
A knight with armor,
I want a farmer boy
I don’t want a man who will rule over me,
Or one who will always leave me be,
I want a man who will treat me right and hold me tight,
A man who will hold me as his equal,
I don’t want a prince with gold,
A knight with armor,
I want a farmer boy
A man who says I love you
Every chance he gets
Many little girls dream about a prince coming to take them away from trouble,
Called their mother,
Or a knight coming to take away their bother,
Called their father
I want a farmer boy.
In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.
Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.
Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.
Devour yourself into the omniscient grip.
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.
It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud.
Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.
These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...
Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast,
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey.
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.
Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day.
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within.
Always ready for we accept our fear.
We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is.
No amount of doubts will over throw us.
Onward, to peace.
written 7th May 2013
Time for a nap
said the cat
Time to play
said the puppy, his tail waved
Time for class
did you hear the bell teacher asked
Time for tea, called mum
why, your're always last young son!
Time for bed, dad called
all went quiet down the hall
Brush your teeth, yelled mum
finally, tucked in tight
All dreamed peacefully, till sunlight
Every dawn, to dream
the world is somehow re-created.
The impossible, under the orange.
With fighting rays protruding
out of the sun, (the heaped unbeatable).
(Foe of the night ash).
Turning into, (all horizons) far
Bear yourself to the unbearably high branches-
letting the ponds cry in sorrow
wearing your warm diamond cloak
causing it to magnify it’s intention
Yet, of virgin white lilies,
If your nature;
to reach toward the orange
then reach with all you have
for hours lilies, your imagination
calling us all to join
Lifting your burden somewhat
All the while
The blade and shoe
that is heavier than lead-
ever present, eclipses your attempts
to keep on trudging-
Grow, in your splendor
Turn on spiral muscle worn thin
as you pry the sky downward
Expressing your efforts
Allowing for me, time to stand
a necessary task
If I am to continue
To expand my workfist
Wide open into the day
*****Winner of first place award******
Inspired by: The Impossible Dream by Joe Darion
Written exclusively for Michele Nold-Godleske Contest
The Tree and I
I met a tree today while walking under cloud ridden skies. She was a young oak past her sapling age. Her bare branches, still in winters hold, stood stark against an evergreen backdrop. I felt her loneliness seep into my being, so I slipped over and gave her a hug. I whispered to her, “I know lonely too”, and heard an audible sigh within her wind swept branches.
a young oak
stands bare in winter's keeping---
brown carpeted ground
After a length of time, undetermined, I slid to the ground and leaned against her trunk. I was content to keep her company for a short time on such a dreary day. Nowhere else did I need to be. No one else did I need to see. So, I leaned my head gently against her rough bark and as we both shared a quiet moment of contemplations.
a woman sits
at the base of a tree---
cloud laden sky
Eventually I felt the cold and damp seeping into my skin and I shivered. The young oak felt this and spoke to the breeze in her highest limbs. She asked it to blow the clouds from the face of the sun so that we could both enjoy the warm rays… and so it was that we were both sun kissed on this early morning day.
away from the sun---
a girl smiles
This soon became a daily ritual, loneliness drifting away with each visit. She listened to me, as I listened to her, and time flew more quickly by. Spring arrived before we knew it as the young oak beamed with her new buds. It seemed our visits now became less lonely, filled as we were with the awakening of Mother Earth.
on a young oak---
I shared with her and her with me, throughout the winter’s days. We laughed together and wept together during the longest of lackluster days. A friendship formed of kindred spirits that helped chase the blues away. With spring’s awakening, our confidence gaining, we rejoice in the birth of each new day.
returns to the lawn---
All Rights Reserved @ Debra Squyres 2013
Form: haibun (mixture of prose and haiku)
When improving upon the inner workings of your mind
and upon the realms within your body,
be sure not to lose your originality in the process
for it will become harder and harder to express yourself
and that in which you've improved upon.
Pride is a trap.
Simply be grateful for your attributes that make you amazing.
People make mistakes, people love and people hate.
Be free within; and the world will follow.
And as you find your flowers and swords crossed with others who do not see the beauty and infinite possibilities in you,
keep driving your soul to the beat of your sincerity.
Find your way out of the dark.
Don't ignore it, shed some focus on it, for it tells you all the ways you don't want the world to be.
There is something to be learned from everyone.
Express and listen with willingness to speak your mind to the death.
Beauty undefined until you crawl through all the cob webs with certainty.
Out of the dark; into bliss.
Peace and love bring us unity. Don't be afraid to hug my soul.
Close your eyes for awhile my friend, I heard there lies a moon far behind the black sky, I heard lovers were dancing beneath, can you hear them singing? I can feel their tipsy steps making rhymes on floor, and smell of perfumes filling the air, I heard a sun rises to brighten up their world, and birds do sing them charming melodies at morning, they say they have roses in colors and beautiful trees in the streets, and have they told you about the sea yet? They say it smells so wonderful and the delicate air of seas caresses their cheeks with soft wet breezes, oh my friend, what have we seen in the dark but the fragile ghosts that we are!
“Hush” whispered to me, “I lighted up a moon inside my heart and I smell lilies and jasmine in my nose, my dreams play tunes my heart dance on, they speak to me all night and there I see a starry night floats above, I feel the warmth of a sun in my soul as it hugs tight, whispering to me hymns of love and joy, lightening candles for hopes which had accompanied me amongst the dark, why have you closed your eyes my friend? Look through the colorful roses I painted for you with eyes wide open, let the lights off so you would see clearer, let the lights off so you can brighten up the world that hides with you, for my friend, what have we seen in the dark but the free spirits that we have become!
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A two day dream flying over meadows in shear peace
I landed on my feet in the town square on Wall Street
I talked to a lady who invited me inside
We had barbecue chicken for lunch, with apple pie
I then flew to the Twin Towers and landed on top
Looking around for hours, hoping I wouldn't wake up
I flew in circles to the Statue of Liberty
Her colors changed as the sun went down, to a bright green
How could the sun come up and then go down in a dream?
This was too surreal, and the ocean's glow set the theme
I flew back to California, just above the ground
I woke up so amazed and wrote this awesome dream down
“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
The sun Plagued by darkness.
I walk alone a shadowless figure with no face or heart beat.
Full with an emptiness void that grows and sucks all joy and happiness from my soul.
shortness of breath, heart racing, a twisted anxiety which battles with the mind.
In a dark hole, which grows deeper, no ladder only panic and Nausea.
The only escape is childish dreams which aren't reality and will never be.
Finally out of the whole, a long climb, but sadness and hopelessness is still greater that mere achievement.
Walking through a barren wasteland with the sounds of screams and tortured souls.
Tears of pain and resentment roll from my face I am nothing and will be nothing I am lost.
The Wind is blowing, the breeze is hot and very fierce like shards of class cutting my skin.
Then I wake from this dream in my bed the sun beaming into my eyes, the dream I had was a true definition of my real reality.
Hopeless, depression, and sickness of the mind a disease that eats until you make a decision for change.
My love intended for the girl of my dreams,
she walks from side to side,
not knowing that I walk alone.
She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world,
everything around her shakes and trembles
as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance.
The wine is drunk
the last cigarette smoked,
the pain of heartache gone away.
It feels good to see her go my way,
to take the pain with her away from me,
as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes.
A beautiful girl she is mine,
but that course of life shall no surpass mine,
and my heart beats and takes me away
in hope of falling in love.
Irony of love and hate,
it is similar in many ways,
as I sit and think of her.
She angers me,
but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes,
the passion of love enters my mind.
Come now, take me away,
hold me in your beauty,
and love me with your gentle body.
Go into the gardens,
where the nightingales sing,
and sit at the patio's crossway.
Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden,
watch the writers write about the garden,
and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden.
The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves,
the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed,
by her sweet intellegence and beauty.
Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight,
blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face,
her lips and skin smooth and pure.
She is glorious,
My love she is the dream girl,
who comes and takes my nightmares away from me.
As I sit on the park benches,
I light my last cigarette,
and reminicse on the days with my love.
I close my tired eyes only for a moment,
and the moment is gone,
my beauty is gone.
The tears are all gone,
the pain has gone,
the feelings of everlasting love are all gone.
Where did it all go?
Where did my beauty go?
Where did my love go?
All gone now, all gone now,
as I grow old,
the feeling of death takes me by surprise.
The park bench is cold,
the cigarette is burnt out,
I am longing for a drink.
I lay in a wayward cafe
drink a coffee and talk to myself
discussing a book of poetry.
Looking over to the right
I am blinded by beauty once again
this time this is no dream.
Alas, my dream girl came
that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome,
who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind.
She sat with me,
I looked at her
and we smiled together.
We held hands together,
and dreamed together,
forever and ever.
cigarettes smoked together.
A cloud over our heads
in the shape of a heart
ESCAPING INTO THE NIGHT...
If only the sun could warm my aching soul
shivering within my inner being---immovable---
anchored stilled like frozen stones in the winter's cold.
Strange---the weather of human life
has no predictions to forecast coming tragedies
nor the coming of calming times---
separating reality from orchestrated fiction.
Ah, sundown will come and the moon will rise;
the sandman will go about his chores;
and I shall sink into comforting dreams;
where the wandering soul of sorrow is swallowed up
and fantasy and reality play joyfully together.
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
I do not know?
Soft sun, dripping through
the trees, landing on
her smiling face.
Waves made of laughter
crashing down in dreams
lost in the cool light.
Gone are the days of
fanciful sights and gold memories.
Now she has seashell thoughts and
ocean air dreams.
Wind and salt against her skin,
soft, crushed powder beneath her tanned feet.
Smelling sea breezes calms her mind.
Melodies that the ocean plays just for her,
making her soul dance.
I've come to want for morning leisure
where once the night knew not my haste
now feed my measure of quiet pleasure
trading sleep for tranquilities taste
Tis when I ponder of past and present
an editors choice of will
to learn from tempests I have weathered
hold tight the remnants of joy instilled
For if by chance this day shall fade
the last I've traveled my journey known
to know in conscience I have paid
time in thought of days I've owned
Of love relinquished or that bestowed
facing giants and demons known
in strength or weakness of which I'm prone
to praise the grace and mercy shown
Fickleness in light of providence
pulls back the curtain of chaotic scenes
revealing there a smiling cognizance
of trials hewed to shape sweet dreams
So as my garden vines do cling
and wind their trellis to face the sun
I find myself grateful for broken wings
unable to flee from the man who's come
To win my heart in deep respect
with awe and laughter secure to rest
what joy to cling without regret
to a trellis built by an architect
strong and stable so full of love
tender yet able to strengthen enough
to carry the burden of weight and wind
and fill every dream from without and within
Praise I sing for a man today
who bathed my face in the morning sun
a gift for years stowed away
of "all I dreamed" in pseudonym
In light of grace has come the dawning
of mourning to be no more
and with a ring of promises
the rest of forever with "The One" whom I adore
I do not know?
Black foggy darkness swallowing me whole
enveloping me in madness I can't seem to control
dripping smoothly down my throat it stings
horrible grotesque aftertaste it brings
clamping tighter can't breathe, lungs burst
grasping the lasting soul dream to quench my thirst
plunging head first I tear through asunder
crashing off these empty walls like sharp lighting and thunder
light breaks, a dawn thrust forth and born again
Ascending I break the surface towards the sky
a blue and white rhapsody of ribbons floating by
sparkling droplets shimmer in my eyes
i awaken, my dream has ended.