The heaviest of heavens pluck the heart
Drawn of bittersweet figures of delight
As with your shadow with these she did play
Different flowers odors do seem
A little bit with the others in hue.......

Saturn lays at the doorstep of love
Hath a spirit of love in the youth
When proud pied June, dressed in all its warmth
The roses so red blooms with sweet sweet smell...........

Cruel of souls of the wicked do play
Cast away cold this frightful day
What more is there to offer
What more I  do pray...................

It's quite a burden I do declare
The beautiful light simply went away
The tears are shed  on this mournful night
Holding onto souls trying to find the light...............

Oh yes tho almighty One I do pray
Sweeps the mournful many night skies
Looking around searching for the lies
Waiting and searching for the fateful fright...

The deep vermillion do play
With each others hearts come what may
To measure a man at the pearly gates
Look oh look what you will undertake...

The Rose of orange they do play
The hearts of red will love to stay
The tears of yellow will come what may
each and every fateful day.....

Debbie Brooks 2014

Invite beauty into your life
embrace the beauty of spirit and free
you will be amazed at what you see
walking though life in a haze
there are some things I remember so clearly
like the senseless pain, and maybe the death...

This hurts the soul, too many times
maybe its never over you see
maybe we always carry our wars around inside of us
ticking away, waiting to go off
or maybe we will invite beauty
into our very souls.....

The inner core must come alive
with miracles that can abide
with generously blessed energy
with visions and dreams come alive..

Let me invite the beauty
help me to keep from crying...

Debbie Brooks 2014

Embraces of the fore long ..
the dreams of spirits draws us near
embraces wraps us with love
even when we are gone..

Our pen holds us captive
memories threads us through
each others fingers
kissing the air we breathe..

Our mind holds on to the loneliness
fingers write with a flair
arms draw one near
that loves the most and the deepest
eyes see what is written
of the dearest one of all..

Debbie Brooks 2014