A elderly gentleman.
Stands by the flowers.
Not knowing which ones to buy.
He takes in the colors, the beautiful scents .
For his beloved.
A single red rose he picks .

The beatifull moonflower .
Blessed by the rain they grow.
Under the full moon they glow .
In enchanting shades of blue .
She knows how to heal a broken heart.
She must let her teardrops fall .
To  illuminate her path.

Only love can ride the currents of time.
Spread on the wings of the divine.
A powerful force that soars free
As soft as a feather.
As gentle as a breeze

A crisp winters day.
Pale blue moon .
Sun shines white.
As  an icy breeze, chills the face.
Snow settles on the frozen sea
A rose gently laid on a bench.
A beautiful deep red .
For the love they shared.

In the stillness of midnight
When night and day collide.
I go within.
Where shadows stir.
And time blurs.
A traquil stillness.
To mend the mind
And soothe the soul .

A magical sea .
Shimmering all around
Like blue stained glass .
A bridge between the veils .
Unseen by my eyes .
But it draws the heart to look out .

I believe in angels
The very human kind .
With invisible wings .
And hearts so kind.
They have no idea who they are
A stranger on the street.
They shine a light for us to see.
And comes to us in times of need .
And vanish when their work is done .
These beautiful angels living under our sun.