Seeking a space where I can breathe,
I wander through my bedroom;
it seems so dreary and dark within,
With a sense of impending doom.

Why did I stay within these walls,
when there's a lovely world outside ?
I have always been a reclusive girl,
but now I don't want to hide !

I've wept in solitude for weeks,
while my writing has turned sour;
I can't believe how I denied myself,
causing heartbreak from hour to hour.

Fresh air is what I need today,
not just sitting by the window;
No longer does my pen explore,
or create with a magical glow.

I wrapped myself inside my shawl,
and donned a feathered hat;
Opening the door to the autumn air,
I exclaimed, "Well, that was that" !

I'll learn to discover and make a change,
to how I perceive life before me;
Imagination is fine when you're alone,
but now I'll savor my new reality !

In peacefulness my mind floats away,
to places where I'll find;
Those wonders of the Universe,
which will comfort me through time.

I've always known that worlds beyond,
can inspire soulful healing;
They spin around within our hearts,
and grace us with cherished feelings.

While in the sleepy phase of night,
where shadows of clouds cause pain;
I coast along the gloried river banks,
escaping all that grief can claim.

In deep solace I can see the light,
of those who passed before me;
And reminisce through tears of love,
before awakening to joy and serenity.

He caught my hand as I began to fall,
the smoky night had deceived me;
In shades of gray the horror struck,
I thought no one would believe me.

The words were stuck inside my throat,
yet somehow I emitted a whimper;
His strong arms drew me close to him,
it couldn't have been any simpler.

But frightened as I seemed to be,
his eyes were a light in the dark;
Like clear and glistening raindrops,
they calmed my ravaged heart.

Memories of how I'd lost my way,
then found in swells of empathy;
He helped me see the truth of life,
I'll be thankful 'till my dying day.

The sunlight awakens us as dawn arrives,
in gentle silence glowing;
We yawn and smile our sleepy smiles,
with joy and wonder showing.

Another day to pass the time,
in lazy summer's shade;
To sit and lounge on the front porch,
with crisp iced tea and lemonade.

The blooming florals permeate the air,
with sweet and scented perfume;
We clip rosebuds for the dining table,
oh, how their beauty lights up the room !

Serene and lovely is our summer's day,
as we share in quiet thoughts;
While memories fill our peaceful hearts,
of our years together--never forgotten.

Craving essences of inner thoughts
toward picturesque portraits,
to be created by soulful words--
The Artist lets emotions run rampant
through mystical sounds and touches'
delights--
A heartfelt design from a whirling frenzy
of mindful notions,
framed into a mosaic which carries this message:
"As long as life perseveres,
there will be fables following us
leading us out of the darkness."

My life is a culmination of
a series of miraculous events;
Touched by an angel at birth,
and carried through days of delight;
Where the smell of moist lilacs hangs
in the misty air like clouds of the past,
and wonders of the future;
And the sun beats readily upon the
crystal glass from which I peer,
My roaming eyes examining the magic of
everyday moments, allowing my soul to thrive;
Connecting all that's good in the world,
to rise and comfort me in everlasting glow;
As always, with deep gratitude and amazement.

The lawn is covered in early spring's delight,
by little floral buds of golden hue;
As children we thought they were magical,
not the yellow weeds which can conquer the view.

We'd pick them slowly till our fingers were sore,
and put them together in tiny bunches;
Then bring them to Mom as a heartfelt gift,
and Oh, how she'd fuss while serving us lunch !

They'd sit in the midst of our kitchen table,
as we watched adoringly when eating sweets,
Mother's face would shine like a new penny,
while she doled out our 'after luncheon' treats.

Back into the yard we'd soon run and play,
discovering a small patch of purple violets;
And gathering them gently into our hands,
we'd run to Mom as she came down the steps.

One doesn't need money to please those we love,
a simple gesture of kindness is always the best;
For what is truly beautiful in our short lives,
is what we hold dear in our memory's "treasure chest" !