The only time I ever shared my dreams,
was when I felt I could trust my love;
To someone who would keep me safe,
and visualize those dreams from up above.

We'd talk into the wee hours of the night,
while eating pancakes and sausage at 3 AM;
I swore to myself to never let him go,
as we melted into one another like winter's snow

For life seemed so protected and fulfilled,
as if my heart was wrapped in cellophane;
The beating of it stirred my aching soul,
I was finally free from all the hurt and pain.

Simplistic it may seem but for many years,
the men I truly thought would treat me well;
Had turned on me as soon as they could fly,
so far away... as if they were under a spell.

But I knew this was quite different at the start,
someone genuine and real appeared before me;
And with his gentle manner and caring ways,
I could see our future lives pass right before me.

Once I passed by a child who was crying,
an ocean of tears dripping down her cheeks;
I had no way of knowing her dilemma,
she touched her lips as if she couldn't speak.

We wandered down the street to the bakery,
where I bought some milk and chocolate cupcakes;
Her ragged dress was smeared with oil and dirt,
she finally smiled when gobbling down the cake.

How many other children lay in wait for us,
to help them get their daily needs attended ?
We went to a nearby Thrift Store for some clothing,
and I found a little dress that needed mending.

I took her to my home and fixed the dress,
by that time her eyes began to shine;
I'd never seen such a look of gratitude,
and she took her hand and placed it into mine.

By now, this young lady is back with family,
the poorest of the poor they certainly are;
So when you see someone whose needs are ample,
please lend a hand and be their "superstar" !

Perhaps the moon is a prophet,
and the sun its sister;
Perhaps the grass could be greener,
and the clouds are just blisters.
And the rain is devilish in its daring,
and birds don't sing at all;
Perhaps Summer is really winter,
and Spring is really Fall.

'Round goes the carousel of life,
a kaleidoscopic backwards view;
That captures the imagination,
in seeing days and nights askew.

Perhaps we're all invisible,
just wraiths who've lost our way;
Perhaps blue is red and red is blue,
how can we know this isn't a game ?

Yet heaven dwells within us all,
God promised He would deliver;
a sunny day and rainy skies,
and cold that makes us shiver.

The world is ours, the world is His,
that's all we need to know;
Trust in faith for all humankind,
and the smallest hearts will glow...

Perhaps...

At the end of every twisted road,
there's a subtle sense of victory;
Relief in signs of breathless sighs,
restoring our pride and dignity.

Calamitous routes in honored claim,
now reveal a robust history;
For those who've conquered what remains,
from their uncommon curiosity.

In reaching back among the crowd,
we hear the chanting sounds' velocity;
That will grant a waging war of words,
far beyond its sheer ferocity.

While the broken pieces of the day,
are cleverly tossed and scattered;
For winning never seemed to be,
the thing that truly mattered.

We lay naked in our little hideaway,
after exploding with passion and love;
Our touches seemed to set us ablaze,
like fires stirring from the sun above.

You wrapped yourself in my innocence,
entering me powerfully yet tenderly;
The moment seemed to last forever,
and with you I was completely free.

We lingered in the shadows of intimacy,
as the sunlight waned in a crimson dusk;
We kissed one another with burning lips,
pulling us under the crashing waves of lust.

Then we lay in darkness--breathing deeply,
caressing--longing for another drench of rain;
As you entered me, quenching my desire,
we were one with the night once again.

The spirit within us grows and grows,
entering each phase in complex rows;
We're born to succeed in finding peace,
with the heavens blossoming in relief.

But often we stray toward evil ways,
and our spirit rebels against this phase;
So our fight with Satan has just begun,
for somehow we've strayed far from the sun.

In feverish attempts to lend ourselves toward,
a world that's humble not sowing discord;
We say our prayers nightly to God above,
that He show us His pure and eternal love.

We spend our lives trying to evade,
the ghosts which hauntingly conquer grace;
Yet it's often in wonder we watch the sky,
deliver us from evil as the moon passes by.

The ever pervasive thoughts within my mind,
have scrambled images which appear unkind;
Where ghosts of yesterday's haunting power,
can fuel one's fears each day from hour to hour.

As breezes blow through all the trees outdoors,
shaking leaves and dropping them on nature's floor;
I watch how autumn has arrived with chilly air,
and wrap myself in its vision of captive flair.

Yet with the passage of time the daylight fades,
relentless is the wind which carries each phase;
Of multi-colored life toward new tomorrows,
that still cannot erase my pain and sorrows.

But carried on the wind we find saving grace,
somehow the ghosts of lifetime's past are erased;
I breathe a blessed sigh which seems to calm me,
with the missives carried on the wind beside me.