With the whisper of the wind, the words gently sting the very fiber of who you are and who you hope to be. The whispers coil and whirl as you filter the sound.

The time in life where influence is of the essence. Where words shape and disfigure our being. A time in life that shifts as you blink. As friendships fade in and out, some as quickly as they came. The stories take on a different color as the days pass.

As some things are left to be, we can only stop to see. Here we are. Chasing and dreaming. Seeking and seething. On the floor of our rooms we cry out and sob, but the daylight breaks and soothes the calls.

We arise to greet the new day, but often it feels old. As if on repeat the day comes. Sold to the rhythm of the society we take part in. The movements of the day can feel rigid. The steady beat of expectation .

With sighs, we walk in anticipation of a better tomorrow. Perhaps not realizing every day is a gift. Neglecting the reality that we can choose to live better than what is expected of us.

With genuine words we can choose to see beyond what has been given. To give far more than we thought we could. With words that challenge one another to be better.

Words that pump the heart back to life. That make life worth living. With every step we move forward, we have a choice. We can walk forward or we can continue to look back.

There is nothing left for us from where we came. Even after hours of words exchanged, the past is still the past. And should be left just as that.

With genuine words we can only hope to guide one another forward. To lead with our hearts open to new possibilities and trusting of new relationships.

With eyes looking forward we can see a better future. A future of living what we speak. Guided by conscious and social causes we see clearer.

Genuine words whisper in the wind, but only you can choose what you hear.

Leather binding, open anew
Blank pages, something new
Words unwritten, of you
Here you are, here you are,

Blue gate, walkin’ on through
Seeds planted, affection grew
Each blossoming, time will come soon
Here you are, here you are

Hold me a little bit longer
Hold me a little tighter, tighter

Adventure waits, at the door
Streaming through the want for more
Each breathe brings new lore
Here your story twines in mine, in mine

Turn the page, seek my soul
Hear my heart beat for yours
See the promise to sore

Hold me a little bit longer
Hold me a little tighter, tighter

Hold me a little bit longer
And turn the page
To something new