If you were the moon
I'd lie awake with you each night
And help you battle the sun
For your place in the sky.

If you were a soft breeze
I would chase the wind
Just to feel your breath
As the air caressed my skin.

If you were a dream
I would never want to awaken again.

Shameful a past, often reminded
Lest she forfeit the pain that's behind her
How can a Mother hear so much?
Of her mistakes instead of her touch
Love runs so deep for the child she bore
The one who scorns and slams the door

No way to change what's been done
No way to stop, no where to run
What is the reason to see me burn?
What is to gain but making me squirm?
If I could change the past then I would
Take it all back and make it all good

But all she can do is what she did then
Cry these tears and live it again
Forgotten were the days of a mother's care
Of baths, and stories, and fixing her hair
The nights spent with fevers
Now she has trouble to remember either

Surely her tears will never wash clean
The words that were meant to cause her such pain
They are etched in her heart forever to stay
For all those mistakes this is her pay
To spend her life, the rest of her years
Attempting to redeem a Mother's Tears

Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.

Love is a well,
  So full and so deep.
The water is pure,
  The taste of it sweet.
Love is a story
  That never gets old;
A legend of peace,
  The best ever told.
Love is a bird
  That sings at first light;
Sailing in the wind,
  Lost in its flight.
Love is forgiveness,
  And letting it go;
Moving ahead,
  And taking it slow.
Love is a kiss
  That enters the soul;
A beautiful melody,
  That pierces the cold.

Love is you,
  And love is me.
Love is all,
  And love is WE.

Nothing you see in this world does exist --
The things that you have and the pain you resist...

It's all an illusion that seems ever real;
A plan your soul made, just part of the deal.

Do not allow this existence to slow you,
Rather, just let it continue to show you...

That you are a light and your spirit, it shines,
Flying and free and never confined.

This world cannot keep you from burning so bright,
The ground cannot hold you when your spirit flies.

So love who you are and forget what is fake,
It's only the LOVE that you later will take.

Nothing else matters, although you do feel,
Like this world, it matters, and surely is real.

I promise you this, and keep it within,
The love is what's real, the rest, it will end.

Time is a blade that sharpens us all,
Teaching us ways to learn when we fall;
  And whether you choose to listen or not,
There is no escape from destiny's call.

So listen to life and the answers she'll give
To anyone seeking the true way to live;
  For those who would ask to wake up and to feel
  The wind on their back and the grass on their heel;
Just let go of fear and learn to forgive,
  And see through the darkness  --  the Love is what's real.

The secret is there is no secret;
    You already know, you just don't see it.

To change your life, all you have to do is realize
    The day is coming soon when you will die.

Do the things that you always wanted to do the worst.
    Either find the time or time will find you first.

Never feel sorry for being yourself,
    And always avoid being someone else.

God is in disaster, and God is in the rain;
    God is in the laughter, and God is in the pain.

Look at your brothers and sisters, love them from the start;
    Remember their faces, their words and their heart.

For I have learned, that with truest vision,
    You see not the person, but God within them.

Where is the silence, O my Soul?
    I cannot find it here nor there.
I hear of violence, war untold,
    But stillness hides beneath my stare.

Love is in the quiet hour,
    Lessons learned from deep within;
Hope is in the blooming flower,
    Answers told to asking men.

Clouds will never cease to shower
    Rain upon the begging grass;
Stars will never lose their power,
    Guiding us back home at last.

Where is the silence, O my Soul?
    I finally see it in the air!
Beneath the violence, I now know,
    There rests a peace found anywhere.

One thing is sure, there is no doubt,
  this is your life, and life's about
The love you give, the lives you change,
  the world around you re-arranged;
And you'll do well to not forget --
  life changes not, but you change it.
So open wide your eyes to see
  it's all for you! Now just believe.