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Simple Pleasures

Cotton candy clouds at sunset
 Star lit skies at darkest night
 Yellow moons in the heaven 
 My hand in yours held tight .

 Small verdant hands that say hello
 To creatures great and small 
 God’s gentle breath stirring them
 Until their time to fall .

 Ladybugs and lightening bugs
 Inch worms here and there 
 Wooly bears and wondrous things
 Our time to watch, so rare.

 And in the blue, birds call and coo
 Looking for their mate
 They soar, they spy, they swoop, then say
 Fly home, the day is late.

 But not for us we say with joy 
 Our time has just begun 
 We walk, we dream, we speak of life
 And all the things we’ve done.

 While in the quiet of the night 
 The rabbits romp and play
 For a moment silent and still 
 Our love to last, I pray.

 Behold the wonders near and far
 Keep them in your heart
 The simple pleasures we have shared 
 From these we shall not part.

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Whisper

If only...
    his arms would envelop me
    The way they once did,
    I could begin to live again. 
If only...
   He would kiss me with the
   passion he once shared 
   with me, I could begin 
   to feel again.
If only...
   He could hear me instead   
   of shutting me out, his is   
   the name I’d whisper.
But...
    With strong and caring 
    arms Someone Else has
    held me up and lit the 
    world for me.
And Someone Else has 
    breathed new life into
   my very soul with his kiss.
And with his eyes, Someone
    Else has rekindled the flame
    within me.
And but for Someone Else,
     my Spirit loves again.
For it is that Someone Else
     who so carefully listens 
     and hears...
        The whisper of his name.

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My Miracle

My Miracle

From my belly she came, so beautiful, so perfect.
In awe was I of this tiny thing, to her each night lullabies I’d sing.
Each day she grew more beautiful than the last.
Each day I beheld this little miracle, growing so fast.
Still beautiful, a toddler, perfect in every way,
Inquisitive, playing and learning, all the day.
Spending every moment sharing
Giving all my love and caring.
Watching her board the bus to school
Left alone thinking only of my little jewel.
Off to college to find her life
Still sharing with me her struggles and strife.
Her life finally found, a husband, a job
Turning away, never knowing how my heart would throb.
No longer my little miracle, my life she has gone
How terribly satirical after giving my all, weeping dusk until dawn.

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The Road

The road once traveled was paved with gold,

Tree-lined, green grasses, and wildflowers unfold.

Forks appear, curious and tempting,

Calling softly for the soul to travel.

Now lost and bewildered this path to unravel.

Bare feet now tread this rocky road,

No wildflowers, no grasses, no trees standing bold.

Chances and choices, I am now to suffer,

No flowers, nor trees, no shade to buffer.

Barefoot on this rocky road,

I have made mistakes  so I am told.

Turn back, be brave and bold,

And hope once more for shades of green and gold,

Sprinkled with many colors for me to behold.

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Time

For love there was a time 
That appeared to be sublime.
But I fear it was all for naught,
For tears were all it brought.

The love appeared true
Brought anger only to brew.
A heart cold and blue,
Loneliness grew and grew.

Time somehow comes to pass
Hurt and anger fade and die
A heart opens to chance 
And reaches for the sky.

The past is forever gone
And a new love lives on.
Time is on one side
With love in heart soul and mind.

Keep open your heart,
That you may come in time,
A love that’s once more
So completely sublime.

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Forbidden

miles between and years apart friends in love tears at this, my heart

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Of Beauty

What of age of beauty ,
does it not seek out only the young?

Or can one keep it near with help of loved ones ever so dear?

What of the newness of beauty?

Does it not weaken year after year?

Does it not weaken with each little tear?

Tears that are shed from eyes that have seen too much of the world

Too much joy and too much pain, 

From what there is too little to lose or to gain.

What of beauty unto itself?

Does that even truly exist? 

Or simply a pleasantry we wish to persist?

For I am not beautiful as so many insist.

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Irreparable

It seemed not so long ago
The world appeared beautiful and bright.
Without the slightest doubt, she’d always know 
She believed in goodness , love, and light.

For she could see no other,
Not ugliness or blight.
She’d not alter her beliefs for any other,
She felt so certain she was right.

But there were those who saw only ugliness,
The world full of evil might.
They winced at her eyes of innocence,
Her naïveté how the would smite.

They said her world would surely fall,
How certain of it they said.
How awful and ugly it would come to call,
And soon she found her world was dead.

As sure as the world continues to turn 
Scars appeared, never to heal.
And how she suffered the eternal burn,
The ugliness was much too real.

Now feeling lost, her beliefs forever gone,
The beauty and joy no longer there.
No new beginning and no new dawn,
The pain so strong that she must bear.

She lives her life in deep despair,
As rubble surrounds and feeds her fears.
For her life there’s no repair,
Not for the remaining of her years.

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The Thin Line

Love, it seems is not always our fate.
With time we learn the light from dark.
The lessons learned come much too late.
Denying truth takes wing like a lark.

Days to weeks, and then to months, closing gates
As months turn into years.
And over time the truth illuminates,
Jubilance, fears, and tears.

Joy comes from real truth we're told.
And soon it sets us free.
Yet the tears and fears come to soothe and hold
The death of dreams, for others to come to be.

Life's worthy of the joyful light and dark sorrow.
So thin the line between dawn and dusk.
Life's joys and sorrows from which we grow,
Comes forth a life as rich as autumn musk.