There's another time before this time,
frequently lost in space--
A kaleidoscope of fears and doubts,
we desperately long to erase.

But in that world of time unexplained,
worry dominates thought--
Needless, mindless misery,
from a heart that can't be bought.

Wherein lies the answer still,
for moments tossed aside?
As grief and sorrow curve into waves,
roaming aimlessly through the tides.

We may never know from where it comes,
the substantive relief--
But perhaps one day the ebb and flow,
will rescue our beliefs.

I walked the streets of the Northern Lights,
and photographed the arc of the sky--
It seemed much brighter than I'd ever known,
a wondrous haze just floating by.

Today I sit in the church alone,
while many others passed by my sight--
I lit a candle in the corner row,
as I felt a wave of silent night.

Where can I go to ease this loss?
the best of  my friends is gone--
The loneliness engulfs my soul,
reaching for stars and places unknown.

If only he were by my side,
the Northern Lights would shine for us--
And picture-perfect we would be,
like kindred spirits in outer space.

Often my mind takes chaotic turns,
every thought in a frantic whirlwind;
Engaged in memories which seem unreal,
and futuristic images casting spells unkind.

The piercing voices provide awkward relief,
with their influential yet boisterous tones;
At times I'm afraid they'll turn into whispers,
on their path through the maze of the unknown.

Songs are soothing but some seem reckless,
a vortex of broken wishes once recalled;
Slithering sites cast upon the remnants,
of fragmented night time dreams unfulfilled.

The darkness envelops my inner being,
while through the mirror of life I'm scattered;
Daylight will rescue me from this--I'm certain,
yet wondering if my dusky visions mattered.

As we sat together on our porch swing,
lazily watching the golden orb above;
Romantic notions were bewitching us,
as we held hands expressing our love.

The silent world around us tonight,
except for crickets singing their songs;
We felt as if our hearts stood still,
while the whispering wind danced along.

Glowing brightly yet softly was the moon,
igniting emotions within our very souls;
When we kissed, our passion was fulfilled,
under the glancing haze which made us whole.

While caressing one another we were caught,
in a luminous burst of magical light;
With this momentous vision--a gift from the heavens,
we knew deep inside God had blessed this site.

Alone I sit as my memory fades,
together we were a couple set adrift;
At first everything seemed so right,
then anger and hurt disrupted our ship.

We floated along the sea in our sailboat,
not a care in the world, nor even one regret;
As the wind blew carelessly all around,
our smiles and kisses were sweet and sound


After our trip we drank a toast to love,
a satisfied feeling from the stars above;
And when we hugged as we left the skiff,
no one could have expected an explosive rift.

In the early morning I realized he had gone,
his sudden outburst exploded as he rambled on;
I didn't know he would change his ways,
when our spirits were high and romance remained.

So long, summer friend, you fooled my heart,
bereft I sat wondering why we were swept apart;
Summer sun and ocean's waves can tantalize,
but the ending could lead to an unhappy surprise.

Everywhere I look I see those faces,
scorned and sullen signs of misery;
Why does the world seem so unstable ?
is there any chance for you and me ?

The wise men and women who encourage,
writing helpful tips to follow earnestly;
We take their advice and try to comprehend,
if what we do will ever conquer futility.

Where have all the future dreams gone,
why did they fly to the ends of the earth?
I suppose there's an answer somewhere,
perhaps our global conscience has been cursed.

But in the moonlight shines a newer vision,
it gives us strength to see an image in the dark;
It's a golden angel floating through the heavens,
God's comforting light flows from one tiny spark.



Somewhere in the night we hear the singing,
showing us a path to righteousness and peace;
And finally the triumph glows within us,
the fight is over--we've been touched by holy grace.

The Christmas holidays are over now,
and the days are getting much colder;
It seems each year the melancholy,
grips us with a hand that's even bolder.

The tree limbs are bare and broken,
the wind whistles around the fence;
Pine cones fly through the frosty air,
we cuddle close to a hearth-fire that's intense.

The warmth is subtle but somewhat soothing,
as we watch snow falling softly to the ground;
The stillness around us is like a misty dream,
that shatters our world without making a sound.

And soon the fire begins to burn away,
as sleepy-eyed we rest in comfortable silence;
It's a picture-perfect scene of winter's repose,
inside a cottage filled with a hopeful presence.