****** Fantasy On A City Bus

Vacous eyes staring across the way
Becoming lost in my fantasies and lust
Dreaming up scenarios to escape the day
Escaping boredom on this city bus
I focus on him slithering in his chair
Feeling a desire and longing to touch
Avoiding his glance,he is unaware
of how I desire him,so very much
Suddenly,the bus comes to a halt.
Seemingly occupied,I miss my street
I sprint to the exit,It's all my fault.
Glad to be away from all the heat.

A Patient Time

A time for waiting,a hibernation
Before we follow through on dreams
Careful planning,with determination
Putting away half baked schemes

No day or night is ever wasted
Patience builds slowly day by day
The fruit of forbearance is soon tasted
Sweet as honey where we lay

Suddenly we are engaged in life
Our souls’desire reaches out
And wraps its lasso around the moment
Discarding all our useless doubts

As Old As The Sea

Deep and mysterious
With an endless roar
Lies the ancient sea
With its’ mystical lore


Eternal,boundless,Sea
What creatures you hold
You harbor such secrets
Rich stories you’ve told

Both complex and moody
In storm or breeze
Showing a Clear blue face
Man sails across with ease


Deep within its depths
Lay cradle and grave
A final resting place
For the seafaring brave

From Sorrow to Acceptance -By Frances Ayers

On sorrows'wings I journeyed to a land where I had never been.
Each loss was undiscovered country,landscapes I had never seen,mountains I had never climbed.

I had taken a journey past familiar landmarks I missed, and memories that were past.I had buried the familiar stories and neglected the happiness,which lay buried deep beneath the earth,only now and then pushing to the surface.

I drank from bitter springs and sat among the weeds,neglecting to seperate them from the flowers.
Beheld only the sunsetting but forgot the beauty in each new day.

When I had shed enough tears,I remembered the laughter echoing in the valley and heard the birds chirping a new song.

I saw the sun reflecting on the water.
and instead of weeds,I saw flowers. Where there were empty patches of dirt,I saw seedlings and the possibility of new beginnings.

Why

Empty dark eyes
Staring into space
Feeling devoid of purpose,
Have you embraced the grave?
Are you ready to leave behind ,
All that you love?
To give up your soul
For an unknown place
Without thought of the cost,
To those left behind.
Who will pick up the pieces
Of  a shattered life?
Is one fateful moment worth
All the pain?
You have passed on to the living,
On  one fateful day.

Unseen Presence-by Frances Ayers

When life becomes hurried and choices are unclear,
there is an unseen Presence who will surely get us there.

We may not reach our destiny,at our chosen time
but there is someone wiser whose help we’ll always find.

He’ll give us hope to find our path,a light to guide the way.
His Strength will pull us up the hill and help us see the day.

He knows the road is rough,he’s been there long before.
At Calvary he gave his life and opened up the door.

What The Spring Knows

The Spring knows to wait its’turn
To sparkle after the winter dread
And burst forth with life anew
Reviving nature long since dead

First she’ll bring forth the flowers
Then she’ll awaken blades of grass
As she slowly increases the hours
A gift to man and all living things

She’ll impart a fragrance so inviting
As flowers bloom by her hand
The fragrant smell of the springtime
Spreading quickly through the land

Birds soaring across  the sky
Echoing such a pleasant tune
With Spring as their conductor
Flying underneath the moon

For Spring knows she must finish
and complete the task of natures birth
Giving the task over to summer
To refine and prune the entire earth

No More Tears Have Fallen From My Eyes

No more tears have fallen from my eyes
I look to Heaven and The Starry skies
To comfort and guide a spirit broken
Destiny takes charge:God has spoken
Bewildered and blessed,now I am free
Sadness fades as spirit lives in me.
Giving our all,expecting the best
of all lifes pleasures,not excepting less
Trusting life's tides will carry us along
To a better place and uplifting song
Reaping the benefits of a life well done
Enjoying the fruits of victories won.

Color of The Earth-Frances Ayers

Beautiful color of the Earth,that I do love.
You strike my senses and fill my soul with glee.
Your vibrant hues fill the lovely sky above,
And bring out the autumn color of the trees.

Your pumpkin hues and copper shades fill the fields.
Deserts bright and Midwest skies stun our sight.
With glorius light that brightens and yields.
You warm me with your healing touch so bright.

Yet your fire destroys man and beast around,
But also warms all living things on earth.
Of molten lava,clay and rock on solid ground,
You amaze all with your miraculous birth.

Of vibrant fruits the earth does yield to all,
Is a tangy bright citrus  shaped like a ball.

Does it ask much?
Clothed in simple attire
Unassuming

How still it is
Slumbering with the earth
While flowers dream

Beckons man and beast
It's fragrant bed
Always ready

As The Night Descends

As the night draws the curtain close
And all the earth lays down it’s head
The moon and shadows strike a pose
As our little ones are tucked in bed

Ethereal beings take to flight
As heavens’ curtain slowly falls
They pass unseen through out the night
To undertake their sacred calls

To guard frail humans in their sleep
Bringing hope to weary souls
From house to house,they quickly leap
To carry out heavens’goals

Remember Me With Smiles

When my long journey on earth comes to an end
And the river of tears flow out to the sea
When silence appears like a long lost friend
And time alone replaces the feeling of "we"

Then please recall special times that we shared
And laugh at mistakes that we seldom forgave
Recalling two souls that often lay bared
For our special bond will survive the grave

Who
Knew
The sea
Was free
Of  petty
And heady
Games humans play
Yet on display
A rough and tumble
Albeit humble
Visage of simple grace
She keeps an onward pace
To march with the sands of time
And cherishes the sublime
With a truthful gaze,for all men
And welcomes all into her den
Creatures that boast with unending pride
Called forth to answer,they can not hide
All who honor her,are sent on a path
A life changing journey,without her wrath

Your machinations
An abhorrence that haunts me
I sit silently

As someone shell shocked
Feeling numb like Winter ice
In need of refuge

Expressionless face
Tears hidden beyond a veil
Searching for reasons

But dawn will soon come
As swiftly as the dark
Life in earnest waits

Purest essence
The foundation of life
Lies within us

Washes over us
And purifies the soul
A new beginning

Primordial
Forever one with nature
A gift to mankind

Almost  a Father-By Frances Ayers

No legal ties to bind us,no shared blood in our veins.
Yet I call you father,in many many ways.

If soothing words can dry a tear,and love can ease the way.
When difficult times assault,I know you’ll always stay.

You’ve helped me travel down a path of unfamiliar roads.
So many lessons I have learned ,by stories you have told.

During fearful times you’ve held my hand and told me I am strong.
You’ve shared my joy,and pain alike and gladly came along.

So richly blessed is how I feel,I’ve had you by my side.
My gratitude is not enough,It’s something I can’t hide.

As time goes on, and life slows down,and one day you are gone.
I’ll think of all the ways you’ve helped me and I’ll carry on.

Perceptions
Sometimes askew
As seen through filtered lens
And a cargo of emotions
Disguised

Pictures of her past
Lovely bright colors
Though dark at one point
As seen through filtered light
And a once darkened mind

Summer is silent
For your voice lays in stillness
Begging to be heard

Counting memories
Among familiar scenes
Of what you once loved

Searching for echos
Only pictures come to mind
The heart keeps them close