In a moment of daily thought,
the words can often say;
For one heart to seek another,
in the magic of the day.

Blissful now yet unaware,
how thoughts turn into love;
When letting all the feelings fly,
like birds following the sun.

A waterfall of golden dreams,
connects with soulful essence;
And once cascading to the heart,
true love reveals its presence.

No longer left in solitude,
the flight of Cupid's stance;
Belongs to someone else who knows,
the warmth of a lover's glance.

Between work's end and dinner time,
a lazy hour can soothe our minds;
A glass of lemonade or tea,
will help relieve our anxieties.

We sit and watch the sun go down,
on fields of dawn beyond our town;
Wearing soft slippers on our feet,
these moments bring a special treat.

The air is fragrant with evening's bliss
and the children run by to grab a kiss;
All moms and dads wold surely say,
that time stands still for them today.

And soon we gather at the feast,
surrounded by loved ones at their seats;
We say our grace to thank the Lord,
for all we have--and so much more !

Emotions reigned in loving thought,
with gestures kind and sweet;
A sudden rush of tenderness,
ran through me, head to feet.

Translucent faces shining from,
the children in the park;
Their smiles evoking memories,
that held a mystic spark.

Once as a girl I wandered far,
into a field of gold;
Where other children gathered,
with wondrous stories to be told.

We laughed away the hours,
in sincerest company;
Our hearts were light as feathers,
inside and out, we felt so free.

While witnessing these moments,
from the children of today;
My mind recalls those sunny days,
when life was only play.

The cherry trees dance while blossoms fall,
as if heavenly angels have come to call;
And willing winds fly through dogwood trees,
their leaves dotting landscapes from the breeze.

All this occurring in a dream-filled land,
of poets and prophets in glory's stand;
And gardens overflowing with daffodils,
waving yellow flags from giant hills.

The glancing birds fly off to greet,
in sunbursts' skies of colorful treat;
And rainbows curve their way to gold,
a cherished gift for both young and old.

Delicate as the blossoms may be,
their worth is greater than that of the sea;
While continuing to shed fragrant melodies,
and reviving sweet springtime's reverie.

The streets were barren and quiet,
not a hush or whisper of sound;
The moon disappeared beyond the hills,
so there was little light on the ground.

I awakened to chords of laughter,
their ethereal voices taunting me;
My pillow was wet with solitary tears,
as anxiety washed over me like the sea.

Maple trees growing outside my room,
their leaves swaying in the haunting breeze;
I tried to call out but no voice projected,
Shuddering like an icicle about to freeze.

Aroused by the sound of horses' hoofs,
a carriage stopped right outside my home;
I looked down from the prominent bay window,
somewhat relieved at what I was shown.

Now waving upward toward my room,
a smooth gentle hand displayed its desire;
And soon I was captivated by my own soul,
which finally returned to fuel my heart with fire.

My heart just wants to cry,
on hearing lamentations from distant shores;
Gossamer angels weep and sigh,
waiting for the magical cure.

Sleep eludes the burning masses,
turbulence incessantly rises and swirls;
Brighter horizons must be uncovered;
before the destruction of our hopes fulfilled.

Just imagine we're all floating upward,
above and across the sage-green sea;
Hoping to touch the vulnerable and weak,
then watching them blossom--heavenly !

We'll see the dividing walls tumble down,
and for those who've wept and suffered before;
Awaken to a life refreshed and renewed,
with delicate souls hovering near the shore.

Monday mornings bring a new start,
to focus on the most important things;
Looking toward a spirit of renewal,
seeing the path before us begin.

It's in the light of one's own heart,
the love flowing within the soul;
That reaches out to those who need,
to share their trials and their goals.

Hearts beat with a single promise,
one that will show the proper way;
To treat one another with respect,
trying to learn the lessons at play.

Humanity is such a stunning force,
the gift of tomorrows surely resides;
In a world which we can seek to create,
despite temptations to run and hide.