Oh the fates!
What luck I should have
to awake from slumber so near an angel.
His kisses on my shoulder so soft
yet his lips reaching to my heart
plucking tender strings to bring music to my life
Oh fate,
Oh beautiful fortune.

How blue the sky
When seen by me
I see as blue
As blue could be
How blue the sky
That I can see
You see the sky
But not as me
A bluer sky
You'll never see
As this blue sky
It could not be
You see blue too
But I pity thee
As blue as mine
It could not be
I see a blue
So true and free
It's in the sky
As seen by me

How could I my love express
or capture all the tenderness?
My lips do feel against your own
Ink and paper, away be thrown!
Kisses are the perfect word,
they find the rhyme but need not be heard.
Speaking purely of my heart.
Singing sweetly, works of art.

Just three houses down,
an eternity away.
You wake up feeling Love's sweet bliss.
Today is your last day.

Just a little down the road,
a light-year at the least.
My stomach's leaping out my chest,
my brain turned into beast.

Just two people down.
Two hearts, how can this be?
For them to sleep, I pray for a plan
bigger than you and me.

I just want to freefall
Let my heart slip away from me
I think that letting feelings go
Could maybe be the key

I just want to freefall
Have the burdens go away
And slip from cloud to blinding cloud
And have a peaceful day

I think if I could freefall
That feeling could set me free
Then the real me- my heart and soul-
Is all that you would see

Just as the embers reach toward the moon, climbing through the night sky and disappearing among the stars; so red-orange maids are among white diamond dames.  Neither shall reach the moon, for in his light theirs shall wane.  But 'tis only the stars that shall remain at peace in the sky: not moving nor falling.

How can I write poetry
When the words I feel wont come to me?

I shed a tear, I cannot sleep
A young dreamer's heart is buried deep

When I try to write it down
I speak the lines and hate the sound

Not hate- despise? or feel at loss?
A mind at ease is a thinker's cost