If all the beauty of existence
were put within a song
Would it not be
the heart of woman
for it then
to be written upon?

Then all the choirs of Heaven
would sing as one

I might then hear the beauty
of the chorus as they sing
And marvel in amazement
from the deepest darkness
of this lowest place I'm in

So never quiet
an hymn of sorrow
nor despise the tears of joy
For those who
from the darkness
yet remember how wonderful life was

Memories awaken
and hope is again reborn
At that melodious
first moment
of a woman's heartfelt song

Hers is in the singing
as life is once
more renewed
Hers is in the song
as is the Heavens
eternal truth

Yes if all the beauty
of existence
were put within a song
Would it not be
the heart of woman
for it then to be written upon?

-R.

11.22.12
-SC

Paving slab sheen
Streetlamp puddle
Midnight rain

If love is an impulse
am I then headed for ruin
when reason has taken leave
and a delirium I'm in?

But I can't hold back
as she whispers: love could never sin
come stay with me in the depth
of our hearts' sacred labyrinth.