These quiet words I speak are bright and true,
your warmth and dedication make me smile;
My life has been a treasure chest of joy,
as if you've been here with me all the while.

I'm honor bound to spend my life in love,
this gift I'll cherish more than I can say;
With inspiration guiding our two hearts,
we'll share what we imagined day by day.

I know that luck has played a welcome part,
in finding all the sweetness and the calm;
Which permeates our lives in destined grace,
and keeps us tied together by heaven's song.

The more you love the more is well-returned,
a boomerang of fate that willingly flies;
Around the bend then travels back to you,
to light a lantern's glow within your eyes.

While mired in a world of fantasy elite,
reacting to the sound of running feet;
Bewitched by clowns whose faces white,
become an awkward refuge from the night.

I've traveled along this crowded path,
where sensibility is gobbled up by wrath;
By echoing words which others claim,
to preserve each sound of harsh refrain.

How comical to see the road diverge,
where laughs will follow a lonely dirge;
Left behind is the stigma of waging wars,
and nothing ends 'till we know the score.

Each colorless emotion soon gravitates,
with an emptiness no one can erase;
While fantasies evolve toward dissolution,
each beating heart finds its own solution.

Love--the only antidote to death resides,
in every precious corner of our minds;
But angry words dismissive of spirits' gain;
reflect all doubts in dismal hearts' refrain.

Conflicted thoughts arise in worldly manner,
and tread on souls among rebellious rancor;
Illusions grow as visions state their case,
to render prayer upon the human race.

In silent searches' previous rewards,
the world declares the cutting of the cords;
Defending eager songs of life's perfection,
while smiling through a massive resurrection.

As candles flicker in the solemn night,
hearts beat in tune of winged angels' flight;
Awakened now from righteous indignation,
soon purified in love's honored confirmation.

Until recognizing notions of the Divine,
we're set upon a path of wasted time;
While charity sits at highest recognition,
humility invites the voices of contrition.

Checking all the doors before I sleep,
locked up in a cage of apprehension;
The clock soon chimes at midnight's hour,
with only sounds of hostility and dissension.

In my mind I struggle with the truth,
which eludes me in a breathless manner,
The souls of hell surround my weary stance,
and awaken nerves releasing raucous banter.

How did I wind up here in mass rejection,
instead of wandering toward the holy grail ?
And believing I was wise beyond my years,
such arrogance had prompted me to fail.

With age and life's experiences we can learn,
that hopeless situations won't be endless;
And pressing onward toward enlightened paths,
our Wills absorb the fears of wanton pretense.

Engulfed within the swirling black of night,
I searched for answers to my horrid plight;
The hours seemed too long to be erased,
and minutes flew like shadows in the chase.

To rectify the madness of my torment,
I prayed to God to hear my soul's lament;
And turn it into something real and true,
that I would understand in common view.

I wondered if the haunting wraiths began,
to catch my heart alone in lurid plan;
And when the smoke enveloped me in waves,
the loneliness seemed like an earthly grave.

While questioning if Heaven could arouse,
a complex mission toward my holy vows;
I looked and saw a light which rose above,
and felt the angels shower me with love.

While feeling so engulfed in spirits' essence,
no longer fearing evil's woeful presence;
With deep gratitude I cried into the night,
till dawn arrived in sweet and soft sunlight.

Recalling how the world evolved,
in strains of aging melodies;
Resigned once more to waters' edge,
aligned with ancient harmonies.

In books are answers fully formed,
but life never seems the same;
As what's described in honored texts,
with words that shelter shame.

I suppose we tried our very best,
to make right the awful wrongs;
And reach beyond the sinful ways,
while meandering through the fog.

And forcing us to readily accept,
our lack of conscience in the past;
Change will revive the newest plan,
when common ground arrives at last.

And with such change the music thrives,
through frothy ocean waves;
Inspiring love from spirits' sounds,
reflecting all that we have saved.

Meandering minds recall their place,
with fraught emotions tangled;
Appearing in a shadowy world,
where words are torn and mangled.

In recesses of profound desire,
when fiery images lose their way;
Through many doors they've wandered,
yet their souls are tossed and frayed.

Again and again this fire deploys,
a fiercely bound intention;
To rise among the smoke and ash,
lifting hope for mass redemption.

So many doors from which to choose,
for the fractured shells of every man;
Laying undisturbed to diffuse the flames,
in the wild and wind-swept rain.