A last word whispered
Before we go quietly into the night.
No more stars to light our way
No more colors painting our dreams.
We loved, lived fiercely
Tumbling through storms of imagination.
Too late now for reruns
Much too late for serenades.
Ghostly hands caressing
every particle of our beings.
Chance glimmered like the morning star through veils of sensibility.
Ripping apart matter of physical logic,
Shoving reasons far, far behind doors
meant to lock out mad desires
haunting spells and sweet promises...
But
despite all the rationals
and hopeless day dreaming.
Believe me when I tell you.
You are loved.
Never forgotten.
Always my only.
And destined for
whatever your heart want.
Be true to faith
Aim high.
The answer is not to know it all
But to believe.

Legacy of Z

Here I sit
In the prison-cell inside
My body and my mind are at constant odds
In a struggle to the death
Always fighting, beating and crippling; never admitting that they need one another to survive
I await with horror and dread as pieces of me duke it out
Incognizant as to which one will retire first
leaving what remains flimsy and broken
Unable to resist the great plunge

Straight into a hospital or maybe the morgue

He would spit them out,
words, in translucent clothing~
faster than chewing gum,
and they will stick to
my feathers forever.

Written by Sara Fielder © Mar 2017

MUSIC IS A PASSION
THAT FILLS YOUR HEART
IT REMINDS YOU OF A MEMORY
RIGHT FROM THE START


THE RHYTHM THE LYRICS
THE TUNE THE BEAT
BRINGS A SMILE TO YOUR FACE
AND MAKES YOU TAP YOUR FEET


IT HAS HEART AND SOUL
AND RHYTHM AND BLUES
WHEN YOU LISTEN TO MUSIC
IT MAKES YOU BRAND NEW


SO IF YOU ARE FEELING DOWN
OR FEELING REALLY ALONE
JUST LISTEN TO A SONG
AND IT WILL TAKE YOU HOME

Wherever you are
That is where I belong.

That's why when I miss you
I say I am homesick.