There's a monkey on the moon, my grandpa use to say
Forever swinging from his tail, searching with each sway

He lounges on the clouds to watch the children play
His lonely tears come falling down and they all run away

At night he hops from star to star to visit the milky way
Without a friend to share it with all he ever sees is grey

There's a monkey on the moon, my grandpa use to say
Look up and spot him hidden amongst the clouds by day

The angels' harps play a sacred tune,
while planets dance around the moon;
In subtle strains our spirits rise,
and leave us grateful and starry-eyed.

Recalling life as it once seemed,
this vision floated inside a dream;
In many days of endless chants,
the angels' harps cause us to dance.

When voices touch each other's hearts,
there's always a sign creating sparks;
And with that strong secure emotion,
then lives connect with pure devotion.

No longer chilled in fears of life,
all folks fly far away from strife;
The added wealth of kinship stands,
as children sing while holding hands.

Your flaws and scars are part of what makes
a stronger you
Be proud to wear all of them.
They are a reminder of the battles you’ve won and the trials you’ve endured.
No struggles and accomplishments define
who you are.
Be proud to carry your wounds
and your stories.
You’re not broken.
You are more.
You’re a warrior.

Awakened by the wind howling against my pane.
I lean against the window frame and stare with much disdain.

Swish! Swish! Comes the rain in waves down the lane.
Awakened by the wind howling against my pane.

Trees wildly dancing contorted from the strain.
Scrape! Scrape! Go the branches on walls of our domain.

Squeak! Squeak! Frantically spins the rooster weather vane.
Awakened by the wind howling against my pane.

Back to the warmth of my bed where I’ll gladly stay detained.
All attempts at drifting off to sleep will surely be in vain.

Words
Not spoken
Between the lines
When pain builds inside
Indite

I stood transfixed, at equals with my idle thoughts.
You patiently waited, wondering if I’d ever connect the dots.

I walked to the edge to evaluate my existence and in  my hubris I believed I was reaching the firmament and beyond.

Instead the sky was falling and with it the stars. Within my eyes you can follow their decent to the unknown depths of my heart.