In the midnight sky it blossoms forth,
like a burgeoning bud in Spring;
The moon is wide and wondrous,
showering us with its mystic gleam.

Shimmering like an Autumn opal,
its sheer essence so far--yet full;
This soft light which shines upon us,
yields a strong magnetic pull.

In a song of love and wisdom,
it seems to sing sweet praise;
From heaven's magical melody,
which inspires us as we pray.

And with our souls touched gently,
we settle down into the night;
Cuddling closer now to those we love,
with hearts so pure and bright.

The flowing streams of consciousness,
in glorious colors' shine;
Paint portraits that evoke the sense,
of harmony and rhyme.

As flowers bloom with ageless beauty,
in the fresh and vibrant air;
Their petals open silently,
with a tender, quiet flair.

While bluebirds sing their melodies,
which soothe the aching heart;
Their music hums in breathless chants,
recalling how life starts.

In gentle breezes that fulfill,
all the promises we've known;
Life breathes majestic wonder,
from Nature's kindly home.

Go ahead and feel the breezes,
brought to us by the wind and rain;
As the rustling leaves tell their stories,
some of joy and some of pain.

They whisper nightly as dark descends,
upon our sleepy little town;
Forgive me now, they'll often ask,
not wanting to be left alone.

Tears drip softly from those trees,
as their leaves let go and fly;
To the yard in which the children play,
in crisp bundles on a hill so high.

Their laughter permeates the air,
as each child decides to climb;
Yet the rustling leaves feel safe now,
while finding their place in time.

Crackling red the autumn glows,
a roaring fire in every tree;
Brisk waters from the rain above,
can not dampen their energy.

For Nature gives its soul to us,
from visions that often stay;
Within our hearts for countless years,
and never drift far away.

Removing doubt from subtle strains,
of musical messages that remain;
Connecting hearts to wondrous themes,
while learning all their plans and schemes.

Recovering from an ancient blast,
in the ruination of the past;
Mere mortals go where they can find,
a place to ease their troubled minds.

Where one hears songs of serenity,
which erase all life's calamities;
The past stays far away from here,
and the present shifts itself in gear.

These haunting voices thus replay,
their tumultuous tunes of disarray;
Yet in the vast and wondrous night,
guardian angels follow us in flight.

Sweet sounds now touch our fearful souls,
as we search to find our faithful role;
In God we place our hopeful prayer,
whenever life seems beyond repair.

As evening falls about the town,
and silhouettes of trees abound;
A dusky haze surrounds the moon,
as she lifts herself in rhythmic tune.

The sun has faded from our sight,
while making room for sky's delight;
As shadows dancing 'round in play,
dismiss the vivid signs of day.

Lying low on the dampened green,
the crimson sky emits a gleam;
With soft and tender strains of light,
that glow so gently through the night.

Give welcome to the mystic face,
of shining stars and planets' grace;
As the easy flow of nature's way,
now captivates in magical array.

Reaching out and calling your name,
each moment without you is such a shame;
In my 'heart of hearts' the memories arise,
As I look around with tear-filled eyes.

The moments past when romance glowed,
the kiss, the touch, the feelings showed;
My mind is spinning throughout the night,
as I dream of holding you again so tight.

Why it all ended, such a mystery !
we had so much, the sun and the sea;
Your eyes were bluer than the skies,
but you left me alone against the tides.

Love is eternal, so the prophets say,
with spirits flying like children at play;
Yet often when the nights are long,
I still can hear our mellifluous song.

The sky is covered with woolly clouds,
for days they hovered above;
So impatient for the sun to shine,
with its gleaming light of love.

Walking toward the river bank,
I pause to toss a stone;
Onto the rippling water's edge,
where gulls fly about and roam.

Cold and chilled I hang my head,
with sadness as company;
I want to run from all my fears,
and blossom whole and free.

But overcast the world remains,
despite my heartfelt prayers;
Now crying till the angels hear,
my wistful words of despair.

Yet when the new day breaks upon,
all the faithful waiting long;
Will bask in heaven's radiant glow,
and sing their own sweet song.