I'm in a race with time
trying to find
what was lost
is now mine
a peace of mind.
I am free

Nothing to hide
nothing to fear
shadows fade
light is here
yet I hear
like horses galloping,
wings soaring,
and dolphins chatting
I am free

I see
but do not
dreams forgot
the thrill the rush
an escape from
night and day
I need to see
all of me
and be free

death dying gone
back again
wrong
deeper further
sound unite
flying feeling
strength and might
all of me
to see
yet I am free

space and air breathe
back to life
healthy happy
no more strife
good and bad
all of me
here to stay
I am free

dancing,
heartbeat,
melody,
rhythm,
writing,
poetry
train tracks clacking
through the rain
thunder roaring
flames like fire
lightning
thrilling
searching
finding
knowing
all of me
soon to see
what will be
I am free

like the wind
on my skin
like a sail
off to sea
I am free
I am free

Walking down the road at night with the
lights dancing through the breeze.
Trees swaying, casting shadows
like a flirtatious whisper or a tease.
Summer perfumed scent so
captivating.
Chills go through me, so
invigorating.
Oh summer night is here.

For the train goes by so fast
full steam ahead.
The engine powerfully in charge with the box cars
being led.
The conductor blows the horn
as its coming around the bend.
As the conductor yells " I hope there
ain't nothing in the way,  for some things
I cannot mend. "
As he grins and sips his coffee listening to another
"chug-a-chug-a-choo-choo,"  he thinks of things he's
seen gone by and remembers with nostalgia,
boo-hoo.  
  As the train will soon approach with the sound of
rolling wheels on the track,
like a rhythm of a song as it sings
"clickity-clack, clickity-clack."
The box-cars roll and caboose will
trail,
while the engine slows and does not
fail.
Time to help the passengers off with their
luggage and their cases.
Then another trip departs soon from the station
as its engine speeds up and races.

Reflections of fire in the mirror I caught in
the eye to look.
A warm feeling came over me, just like a
romance setting from a book.
Reflections of fire in my mind, could be
a metaphor of lost love.
A burning passion that lost its spark,
like a worn out leather glove.
Reflections of fire make me yearn for
a sense of serenity.
For reflections of fire that burn
is not mine true destiny.

For Jesus loves me,
I will always know,
and with Him I will
surely grow.
For He will help me through
mine many fears,
and He will wipe away so
many tears.
For Jesus loves me like
a father holds his child's hand.
My faith in Him,
I take a stand.
To Him I'll always and
sincerely pray,
from within my soul and heart
I say.
For Jesus loves me and
also you.
I pray you'll have salvation
too. For He watches over me
in sight,
as I think of His love with
another poem I write.

Ships like phantoms
lost at sea.
Waves are crashing,
tumbling free.
Lightning striking, dazzling,
bolting.
Thunder rumbling, growling,
jolting.
The clouds slowly drift away
at ease.
A rainbow appears with a
feeling of peace.
The ship was rocking, now
sways gently close to shore.
The lighthouse beams its light
once more.

The cool winter air leaves
a trace of frost.
To remind us that warm summer
nights are now lost.
  For the leaves are raked and
off the ground.
Cold, beauty,silence, and
barely a sound.
  Soon snow will sway so
peacefully.
The Christmas lights glitter
so beautifully.