As we sat together on our porch swing,
lazily watching the golden orb above;
Romantic notions were bewitching us,
as we held hands expressing our love.

The silent world around us tonight,
except for crickets singing their songs;
We felt as if our hearts stood still,
while the whispering wind danced along.

Glowing brightly yet softly was the moon,
igniting emotions within our very souls;
When we kissed, our passion was fulfilled,
under the glancing haze which made us whole.

While caressing one another we were caught,
in a luminous burst of magical light;
With this momentous vision--a gift from the heavens,
we knew deep inside God had blessed this site.

Alone I sit as my memory fades,
together we were a couple set adrift;
At first everything seemed so right,
then anger and hurt disrupted our ship.

We floated along the sea in our sailboat,
not a care in the world, nor even one regret;
As the wind blew carelessly all around,
our smiles and kisses were sweet and sound


After our trip we drank a toast to love,
a satisfied feeling from the stars above;
And when we hugged as we left the skiff,
no one could have expected an explosive rift.

In the early morning I realized he had gone,
his sudden outburst exploded as he rambled on;
I didn't know he would change his ways,
when our spirits were high and romance remained.

So long, summer friend, you fooled my heart,
bereft I sat wondering why we were swept apart;
Summer sun and ocean's waves can tantalize,
but the ending could lead to an unhappy surprise.

Everywhere I look I see those faces,
scorned and sullen signs of misery;
Why does the world seem so unstable ?
is there any chance for you and me ?

The wise men and women who encourage,
writing helpful tips to follow earnestly;
We take their advice and try to comprehend,
if what we do will ever conquer futility.

Where have all the future dreams gone,
why did they fly to the ends of the earth?
I suppose there's an answer somewhere,
perhaps our global conscience has been cursed.

But in the moonlight shines a newer vision,
it gives us strength to see an image in the dark;
It's a golden angel floating through the heavens,
God's comforting light flows from one tiny spark.



Somewhere in the night we hear the singing,
showing us a path to righteousness and peace;
And finally the triumph glows within us,
the fight is over--we've been touched by holy grace.

The Christmas holidays are over now,
and the days are getting much colder;
It seems each year the melancholy,
grips us with a hand that's even bolder.

The tree limbs are bare and broken,
the wind whistles around the fence;
Pine cones fly through the frosty air,
we cuddle close to a hearth-fire that's intense.

The warmth is subtle but somewhat soothing,
as we watch snow falling softly to the ground;
The stillness around us is like a misty dream,
that shatters our world without making a sound.

And soon the fire begins to burn away,
as sleepy-eyed we rest in comfortable silence;
It's a picture-perfect scene of winter's repose,
inside a cottage filled with a hopeful presence.

The night was reflected in yesterdays,
of perilous haunting's spheres;
Which wandered into my current days,
through ominous waves of fear.

While shaking off my deep despair,
forsaking my soul's desire;
Looking forward sent me into the clouds,
erasing the present's ire.

The future seemed an awkward spot,
that never reckoned with the past;
While intently watching worlds collide,
sending sparks from a cosmic blast.

So where should I go from here?
are the darkest days now gone?
I'll close my eyes and wander alone,
as my arms reach toward the sun.

But the captive heart freely understands,
its place within Time's plight;
In rising above the stormy clouds,
I finally escape from the bleakest night.

Often the world is turned upside down,
in a whirl of despair and desolation;
Hurt and pain seem to be the story,
of those suffering from life's conflagration.

Like the open wounds of war and conflict,
desolation prevails in a raging horror;
Heartfelt prayers reach out to our Lord,
when destructive forces move on to tomorrows.

If only we could love one another,
and see the world as it's supposed to be;
Hate never solves the problems we face,
everyone simply longs to be free.

A lingering sense of hopelessness,
carries on throughout the darkened days;
And through the night we all hold hands,
crying out in passionate longing as we pray.

While lounging on the grass under the maple tree,
my mind was wandering--ruminating about the past;
When the deepest, sweetest love I'd come to know,
swept me up into a world I wished would last.

A whirlwind of possibilities flew into my life,
the chance to sing along with the wind and sky;
His hands were strong--with eyes cool and bright,
I was no longer alone nor desolate as days rolled by.

The nights were filled with pleasure and romance,
with the passionate way we had grown as one;
I'd never experienced such an emotional ride,
my heart exploded like the rays of the sun.

But here I am as many years passed-- torn apart,
remembering all the beauty of our private moments;
I wonder, too, if he remembers them as I do,
those few months we lived in joy and contentment.