The weeping harp
Played nocturnal melodies
And bittersweet notes of peace
Mournful songs it played
It's strings ever sounded sad
Everlasting beauty and sadness
Sounding so pristine
No words could ever describe
The angelic beauty that it possesses
O, weeping harp,
How beautiful you do sound!

*~Marian~

Still thinking of those memories.

The very first day of spring,
The trees looked colorful and festive.
The day when I held your hand,
Sitting on the bench at the park.
Flowers blossoming, birds tweeting,
Children playing gleefully.
A little boy playing his violin joyfully,
Chanting for a handout.
No doubt, no worry,
Beautiful was the day we spent.

Time flew away,
Only memories were made.
Time is not ours to own.
It cannot be spent,
It just can be squandered and reminisced.

I have a melody stuck in my head
It runs through my mind as i sit by my bed
It seems to ebb and flow
It touches my soul
It makes me feel whole
It's title to me is unclear
It's harmony is not secure
It will just remain a melody and i will listen and hum along

A beautiful sunset
Fading in the west
A path in golden sand of footprints
Leading to the sea
The wind whistles through the trees
All around a heavenly dark golden glow
Shines at the shore
Beyond the sunset is heaven
Beyond that celestial veil
God is making a place for His Saints
Beyond the golden glow
The heavenly choir forever sing
Beyond the sea
God is there
Making many mansions
There will be harps for us to play
Beyond the sunset
He is there!

*~Marian~

When at Night the Fairies come
To hush the world to sleep
With nocturnal melodies played
On the prettiest of harps
Harps of gold and flutes of silver
Sing to sleep the silent world
Violas of mahogany
And violins of cherry wood
Sing to sleep this silent world
Filled full of beauty
The Moon watches from above
And smiles his approval
And falls asleep
Casting his brightest ray
On that Night
When harps of gold and flutes of silver
Hushed to sleep this Enchanted world

*~Marian~

There is a fountain flowing,
a thin, pure stream of melody
unbedazzled by cymbals and trumpets
rather,
the bending of willow boughs
the strain of violins
stringing away at my heart
drops of ivory, plunking
wet and dewy on the ground
a song laid naked, exposed
the longest sigh
that billows off precipices
into an abandoning
breath of clarity.

Nocturnal melodies of sweet songs
Being sung by the Fairies in Fairyland
But the most sweetest songs are those song at Twilight
Just a song sung by the Fairies at Twilight
As they dance under the beautiful sky
Oh such sweet harmony oh such sweet joy!
As they sing and dance and play on their
Enchanted harps of gold
The breezes stir the soft green pines
And majestic oaks in the Enchanted Forest
Just a song sung by Fairies at Twilight
As they dance on the moss-covered stepping stones
Their gossamer wings fluttering and reflecting
In the water of the pretty creek
Lacy green ferns waltz beside huge boulders
And Enchanted flowers unfurl their buds
In the coolness of Twilight
Oh how they sing so beautifully
Their songs
And how sweetly they play on their harps of gold
Just a Song at Twilight

*~Marian~

Family of three,
Play hymns on the piano,
And classic music.

We are old fashioned,
And believe in modesty,
Cat lovers are we!

Jesus died for you,
And me and the whole wide world,
We tell all people.

*~Hilda~