Subject: ( I’ll Meet You There )
( I’ll Meet You There )

Across the fields of gold
I see my place of destiny
In my new world of calmness
I will finally find my serenity

Over the shining sea I go
with my wings of pearl white
I’ll fly off into the nights sky
and drift away into the moons light

My spirit within helps me believe
in a world beyond what we see
Across the mountains where I grew up
my soul,it fly’s so high and free

I will meet you there my friend
when the world pushes you away
I know I’ll see you there old friend
and like the old times we can play

No More sorrow no more pain
In this new beautiful world I’ll know
Hope to see the rainbow bridge
And all the streets will glow

The Lost Poet

rise, moonbird, rise
let your silver moonbird eyes
scatter the lanterns of the stars
a lullaby sung in colorful galaxies
as the night goes on and on
the Moon itself rises so high
undoes its daylight fetters
wraps its tie-dye colors
in the softened embrace
of a moonbird's feathers

notes of arias in the night
ascend into a sacred hymn
sung by a moonbird's throaty
warbled sound
the Moon's bright face
instills a kiss of light
raises up romantic notes
in the heart of the moonbird's chest
his soliloquy sends yearning
to be held in the arms of God

pampered by
the surrounding planets
wake, moonbird, wake
claim your place in the night's canopy
crown your aqua breastplate
with a luminous star pin
that accents the heart glow inside
by your universal flights
to other sides of the world
and to the dark sands of red
that cover the shores of Mars

Rain clouds flooding the sky,
Mother Nature ready to cry,
A storm of unhappiness unleashed.

All her of her feelings multiply,
Piled all into one,
Months of sorrow catching up..

While everyone is shunning her out,
We're not hearing her wishes,
She's just pouring over our heads..

Sung a song of untold,
Tears rolling down the trees,
Flowers smells slowly decrease..

How can we let this happen?
She had given us air to breathe,
A gift to explore living things..

All crumbling down into flames,
Burning and turning into ashes,
A graveyard of beautiful tombs..

Mother Nature isn't happy,
Killing all things with her power,
Hurricanes are stronger than ever,
Maybe she's just PMSing?