I will run the distance, to be in
your arms, to spend a moment
with you running no matter how far.

I sprint to get close to you, the
distance never matters. Its the
journey to be with you that matters,
it's never a beat too far.

I could run one step at a time each
a moment in your heart, always
stepping gently never to bruise
those feeling. Stepping on air to
keep that love there.

I could run backwards but still end
up with you its not the run, which way
it is done. Its the fact I'd run anyway, a
distance is never too far to be with you
in my arms.

"We are 'just a moment'
.....in the history of us."

Cherie Nolan © All Rights Reserved 2016

Who can conquer the problems by running away from the situations?
It's just an illusion letting you escape in your own imaginations.
No matters, how bad a situation will be keep a voices in your head that yes i will face
Running will only result in a lifetime chase.

Karma isn't always quick to act
Sometimes it takes months, even years
To fully come into effect
Sometimes, it waits until you're on your deathbed
And it will come in the form of regret
Reminding you of all of the hurt and pain you've caused

So think twice before you burn bridges
And bite your tongue before you say mean things
Be nice and good and fair
And that comes around full circle as well
Sometimes, it takes a while
But good things do come to those who wait

Up on a pedestal
That's where you sit
I'll love you forever
To that I'll commit

You are my world
You are my life
I am so proud
To call you my wife

Over the years
Many things we did face
Right by your side
That is my place

I'll always love you
No one else would do
Until the end of time
I'll always be true

A fountain of afternoon life flourishing in the shadow of Summer evergreens ,  can Spider webbing capture a dream
Are fireflies perceptible from the Crescent Moon
Do Mourning Doves repetitively sing the same sad tune
Is love whispered in the wind , a wounded heart
on the mend
Will the Raven portend tomorrow , are our days merely
borrowed , should the world ever return to peace
Will my poetry ever quench my minds thirsted need* ...

What makes a poet ?
That was my thought
I mulled it over and
Came up with these oughts :

Late nights with
coffee , tea or beer
Perhaps harder stuff
Whiskey , smoke or gin clear

And the struggles and pain
as the birth is exclaimed
Blood , sweat and tears
Falling as hard as ice on rain

Confessionals made
As black on white page
Love , death , fears
Even extreme rage

One who struggles
with the a's and the's
Should one even use
The apostrophe

One who's words
Gel by the witching hour
Words full of promise  
Warnings so dour

But perhaps greatest of all
Before even the start
One must have
a true poet's heart

Do not feel small
Looking to the stars
And great constellations
In the night sky

Find solace there
For our sun too
Is just another distant star
In a constellation

Observed by curious minds
That hope to decipher its secrets