Look to the sky where blue birds fly,
it's such a sight to behold;
On a summer's night they still take flight,
and wander far to lands of old.

The screeching owl sits in his tree,
awaiting his mate for life;
Neither worry about food or famine,
nor do they care for strife.

Each touch of nature holds secrets,
of how they view the world;
And what they say to one another,
about the troubles that unfurl.

We can never know that holy spot,
which reveals the peasant or king;
It's just the way our minds evolve,
from winter to the birth of spring.

Each vision sparks a spirit's tale,
with words that we should know;
And heaven's blessings sending hope,
to every friend and every foe.

The evolution of a purposeful life,
begins on the pristine path to glory;
It's an ever-changing movement through,
each heart telling its own story.

We often fall and fumble through,
the world's most challenging times;
Yet we search to find the answers,
traversing many paths and climes.

If only we would trust ourselves,
to hold onto that intimate faith;
With a willingness for surrender to,
a life that's blessed with grace.

How does one find the proper path,
the place where one can find;
Some peace inside a troubled soul,
and a forever turbulent mind ?

Look ahead to where we'd like to be,
instead of wallowing in the past;
the grief we feel will lessen when,
we surrender to time and space.

Know thyself, the scriptures say,
and follow your instincts with pride;
As we raise our eyes and voice in prayer,
we can feel angels by our side.

Once I sat and watched the night,
calling me from a dangerous height;
Wrapping itself about my head,
and curling around with smoky dread.

I never welcomed such company,
and looked everywhere but could not see;
The front porch light above my eyes,
or the birds which sing their lullabys.

Paralyzed with shock and horror's woes,
my heart beat in a thousand blows;
And raced until I caught my breath,
while darkness fell upon like death.

So solitary in this time of crisis,
my blood ran through my veins like ice;
Yet somehow I sustained my calm,
and moonlight surged with a soothing balm.

Tears dripped down my cheeks and chin,
as goodness triumphed from where I'd been;
Now darkness unravels its fading force,
while Sister Moon can steer the course.

Life floats along through a misty haze,
which rises up like a fiery blaze;
When every home is rattled and torn,
with lies whitewashed in utter scorn.

No one could find the mindless source,
which curved along with endless force;
And fear became quite commonplace,
while raiding hearts of the human race.

We never believed it could happen here,
we've always lived with hope and cheer;
Yet in the night intense with smoke,
the storm that gathered was no joke.

In an instant as the flames rose high,
a heavenly glow encompassed the sky;
It seemed to send a missive to earth,
that we should relish what we're worth.

Then water streamed its magic touch,
onto the fire we feared so much;
And never did we doubt again,
bright spirits will weave their glorious plan.

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.