The mind is like a private world,
that spins within a sphere;
Of engaging thoughts and mystery,
with ideas not always clear.

It's a place we can always call our own,
unique in its expressive ways;
Sensitive and sweet yet often cold,
like a record that continues to play.

Frequently it lets someone in,
to share an opinion or two;
But sometimes it just closes up,
when it doesn't like the view.

Creative forces always at work,
to free it from despair;
Disruptive as they may often be,
are imbued with fresh, clean air.

We'll never know the strength within,
this quizzical part of man;
It's a game of chance to let it go,
to follow a life-long plan.

But wherever we go our minds evolve,
reaching out towards a treasured world;
With the privacy of self-indulgence past,
emitting echoes that shape and swirl.

When the daylight dims its shiny face,
among the sky's exuberant show;
Our hearts are mellowed by the mist,
and once again the moonlight glows.

In the evening when the whispering trees,
tell poignant stories of a summer's love;
We hear their mournful voices crying,
to reach heaven's starlight up above.

The night grows soft in perfumed air,
of sweet jasmine, wisteria, and violets;
The canopy on high becomes a rainbow,
of varied hues from a sumptuous sunset.

A hush soon envelops this welcome scene,
while hearts embrace its wonder and romance;
The porch-swing sways as subtle tunes,
caress us with the joy of Nature's dance.

Escape is not the way toward resolution,
a runaway soul needs more than quick solutions;
While mindless measures trample every chance,
to see the changes wrought in tactless glance.

Despite new moves that carry you along,
those shattered scenes create a mellow song;
And when each word of comfort goes awry,
the heart grows restless for sweet lullabies.

In haste the mind's uneasy sense of fate,
renews sad memories than can never wait;
And the lonely waning hours of the evening,
foment all wretched fears upon the grieving.

Reflecting now on visions fraught with terror,
encircling the outer edge of 'now or never';
A sudden burst of life reclaims the soul,
as wisdom takes its place in honor's role.

The ocean carries us all on her shoulders,
in its expressive and emotional turbulence;
Yet something exists within this raucous energy,
reaching down inside us with a fond embrace.

They say all life began in the ocean's depths,
where creatures thrive--both exotic and unique,
And as we learn more about the mysteries below,
our eyes open wide to their haunting mystique.

But what I always glean from the salt-water's edge,
is pure serenity which floats above nature's power;
The surf pounds the sand with beauty and force,
and solace fills my heart for endless hours.

As a Scorpio I've adored the sparkling waters,
which inspire a spiritual love no one can erase;
To endure through every challenge before me,
while crashing waves ignite my profound faith.

While flying among the bristling winds,
the tender leaf brushes off our sins;
From loveliness in colors keen,
with gold of Fall and Springtime green.

It floats up to the heavenly sky,
where an angel sits with open eyes;
To capture some of Nature's bliss,
placing on the leaf a tender kiss.

A maple tree with all its glow,
in Autumn puts on quite a show;
Each emerald sheen of Summer's leaves,
brings glory grown from blessed seeds.

I sit in wondrous watch at night,
the leaf's pathway to heaven's light;
As stars surround in silvery shine,
while wishes stir in hearts sublime.

Wherever one finds the light of love,
the soaring force which captures;
A certain truth that once revealed,
explodes in glorious rapture.

Inspired by the moonlit skies,
and wonders of natural sounds;
We cling to one another's touch,
which turns our lives around.

The moment when the waves unfurl,
and catch us in their mist;
A golden time of ecstasy,
arrives within each kiss.

And when the sun dries all our tears,
of elation burning bright;
We'll risk another chance at fate,
pressing on from day to night.

Whenever we're consumed with doubt,
and hide from woeful sins;
A golden door appears in sight,
and carefully we walk in.

We take our time and look around,
to see if it's all real;
But things aren't often what they seem,
as ghostly scenes reveal.

We're stunned by emptiness of space,
so cavernous and unadorned;
And disappointment sears our hearts,
feeling used and roughly scorned.

Perhaps life wasn't all that tough,
when we watched our days grow wild;
While taking steps to make things right,
with the innocence of a child.

Awakened now from daydream's world,
the sunlight shines on high;
And smiling with a sense of peace,
we touch the azure sky !