Sweet water flows from saintly hills,
each honeyed drop of amber;
Rambling downward in lush cascades,
filling golden pools of nectar.

Those drizzled sounds reverberate,
among the mountains' craggy stones;
As subtle strains of melodies,
infuse love's enchanting tones.

A symphony emanates with flair,
as sparrows join in harmony;
And with their chirping notes of joy,
embodies a touch of fantasy.

The sumptuous springs below the hills,
where all of nature comes to play;
Revive the air in fragrant scents,
yielding life's glorious serenade.

Now is the time of fading light,
when summer's sun has said goodnight;
It swiftly left with changing winds,
erasing heat that burns and stings.

The cooler days are brief and bare,
yet often shine with golden flair;
Despite the warmth that's gone away,
we marvel at Autumn's fine display.

With sweaters keeping chills at bay,
we watch the trees in colorful array;
And silvery skies with scarlet streaks,
are heaven's gifts for us to keep.

While ghosts and goblins come alive,
and scarecrows show their frightening sides;
The pumpkin path is swathed in frost,
as the 'Headless Horseman' rides across !

There's such wonder in these hours brief,
with children gathering up each leaf;
Which change to bronze before their eyes,
in the shortened days of Fall's surprise.

Under a brilliantly chilled blue sky,
the dusky cedars grow in strength;
While the serenity of newly fallen snow,
glitters in the sunlight's timeless bend.

Lost in an echo of angel's footsteps,
I seek the dimmer sanctuary of shade;
Hiding my inner thoughts from open spaces,
as the winter's sun burns sharper than a blade.

I hear the ringing rhapsodies of cardinals red,
spreading their sweetest notes across the plains;
While resting in the ragged twisted treetops,
the munificence of music's charm remains.

My thoughts were once a clamoring onslaught,
of tormented memories from my current loss;
Yet now my heart's awakened to a paradise,
as I silently relinquish that ill-fated course.

With one deep breath I rise amid the ashes,
of restless slumber's curse which held me back;
But with this wondrous world in resolution,
the hunger and the thirst no longer last.

On a windless day of wandering egos,
which clash against their imperfections;
No longer steeped in greed and grief,
to seek vacant and useless reflections.

As shadows drift along naked trees,
telling macabre stories of imminent plots;
Aspiring to grasp beyond their motives,
twisting all hearts and minds into knots.

If we could only find some refuge,
from these ghostly images that assail;
Upon the innocence the lies far below,
each strong and soulful attempt to prevail.

Life is never what it appears to be,
when solemn darkness invades the heart;
With ghastly sounds of wrenching pain,
in haunting echoes that will not depart.

But shadows often often know their place,
when faith and courage both awaken;
Dispelling fears with strength of Will,
and the good Lord's divine intervention.

I'd been washed up on foreign shores,
for several hours, breathing shallow;
My hands swollen from the heat,
salt-water and sand I surely swallowed.

With no memory of how this occurred,
I then crawled onto the barren beach;
And lay there alone just hoping for,
someone to come and bring relief.

The sun was setting in crimson and gold,
and around me gulls had taken flight;
I shivered with the cool ocean's breeze,
then softly cried well into the night.

By dawn came the heat of a simmering sun,
my clothes still damp but nearly dry;
I sat up and watched the tide roll in,
and again I heard seagulls' mournful cries.

But suddenly appeared an angelic mist,
and with tender words did comfort me;
My aching head and sunburned limbs,
were wrapped in grace and sweet company.

It was then I knew that heaven was real,
(though often entertaining cynical doubts);
Of ever looking into the face of God,
but somehow was welcomed to His Holy House.

Watching the crescent moon hang low,
in a curious curve of sumptuous grace;
Gold and silver sparks dance around it,
lighting the sky while shooting through space.

This scenic vista is just the beginning,
of the heavens blooming in all their glory;
As if poised to float clear down to earth,
relating a true and timeless story.

From my window as I contemplate,
the mystical message lying in store;
I sense a downward shift of energy,
revealing a path through Nature's door.

The moon knows when to change course,
but it always has intentions to share;
Each beam of light that dazzles the earth,
and freely wanders in the vast open air.

Then lulled to sleep by moonbeams' spell,
those cosmic flashes through the night;
Will urge and ignite everyone's dreams,
bringing us solace and sheer delight !

Lingering in the heavy mist of shadows,
a blinding light from underneath the waters;
Piercing the cobalt sky with knife-like prongs,
against the rippling tides of ocean's tatters.

Then as the sea rages on with lightning flashes,
its waves rambling far from sandy shores;
And down below all creatures cling to life,
while trapped within its consecrated lure.

The wayward shells now strewn across the beach,
pretending they are safe when sunset glows;
Yet even as the winds turn soft and breezy,
a wounded bird is caught in frantic blows.

As glittering waves embrace the darkest night,
and seagulls thrash about in ocean's depth;
Beneath them shines a bolt of secret light,
where all the lowly creatures quietly wept.

The listening hearts in every single land,
can borrow from the softness of the sky;
Its loveliness will never fade from sight,
as placid rivers flow toward angels' cries.

Channels from the soul to hearts supply,
each truthful verse in melody sublime;
With Energy and Will in strong embrace,
a harmony chants along to voices' rhyme.

A pathway to the stars of spirit force,
attracts the visionary's prospects bold;
No longer stuck in solitary silence,
each one sees a higher plan unfold.

Once on a ship of mystical disguise,
the channel opens up its golden bridge;
And entering a world where dreams don't falter,
a soul can reap the joy that wisdom gives.

We all believed in miracles,
a candle in the dark;
To light the fire of endless hope,
with its glowing golden spark.

The air was filled with angels,
and reflective wraiths around;
With magic visions everywhere,
which never made a sound.

Quietly the moon dissolved,
within a starry sky;
And silver streams flowed mystically,
along the mountainside.

While all the margins of the earth,
are fading into space;
The Good Lord reaches out to us,
with sweet compassion on His face.

The ominous waves crash to the shore,
a blazing sun sparkling upon them;
A turbulent ocean cries in ecstasy,
emitting many colors of precious gems.

Blue topaz glistens within its folds,
as cool emeralds land on the beach;
The pearly white of swirling foam,
bubbles and bursts in swift retreat.

But as sailboats float in the distance,
distinct in their parallel scheme;
Our eyes are met with diamonds,
a royal tribute to the dazzling scene.

Soon the afternoon sun begins to set,
spreading all its natural gleam;
And violet streaks reflect upon,
the undulating surface of the sea.

Follow scores of dancing sapphires,
cool and rich as an autumn sky;
Faithfully cruise against the horizon,
capturing starlight within their sighs.

In these swiftly flying days of ours,
when sun gives way to majestic stars;
And mellowed signs betray our trust,
from floating winds of fairy dust.

We can see the future fall away,
in aging hopes from souls' dismay;
With changes setting out a course,
which beckons in bittersweet remorse.

Life takes its turns and spirals far,
from countless dreams filled in a jar;
That promised we would rise in place,
beyond the sorrows we can't erase.

Yet in the bank of treasured memories,
our lonely thoughts turn light and free;
Recalling when the world was young,
as beating hearts blended into one.

Love always defies the ancient rules,
which smother us and make us fools;
Forever in our souls we'll strive,
to carry on throughout our lives.

The autumn of our years lament,
but somehow we remain content;
On seeing all the cherished smiles,
who've lived and loved across the miles.

Sensitive meanings from empty words,
reset the subject's perception;
Into the mind in honored time,
becomes reality's connection.

Seeing is believing but trust awaits,
from the pillar of hyperbole;
Amidst the looming lightning strike,
the answers gather openly.

As if a memory passed along,
the river of deep contention;
Each vision proves its worthiness,
while reflecting life's projection.

In eyes which widen with ecstasy,
a costly price is duly paid;
And where the road curves slowly,
we're aghast at what's relayed.

The placid sea called out to me,
on a path to find the sun;
My ship was blue as blue could be,
and swiftly did she run !

The glowing haze that prompted me,
to sail in unknown waters;
Had caught my eye for many years,
I'd known its sense of wonder.

The days before I took this trip,
I lay in pastures green;
Just watching sparks fly from the sun,
while pondering my dream.

Perhaps I'll never get there,
but I've simply got to try;
For my heart belongs to smiling days,
of sunshine in my eyes.

The clarity of thoughts perform,
a service to the coming storm;
Steady hearts and minds awaken,
before the trees of life are shaken.

As howling winds perpetuate,
resounding forces of nature's fate;
Colossal dreams and visions soar,
from drifting leaves in endless swirl.

How lonely is the purple night,
with hopes of stars in gentle flight;
The willing soul with deep resolve,
reveals relentless grace from love.

Now in the quiet of the sky,
when raging storms have passed us by;
The glorious dawn is in our sight,
with peaceful fortunes shining bright.

Softer is the sparkle of the day,
as hazy evenings turn muted and gray;
And shadows stretch across each noble tree,
with an overwhelming stark reality.

The flowers say goodnight with flourish,
as the sky sheds blue spilling into sage;
Could it be an evening shower awaits us,
while bustling clouds erupt with mighty rage ?

The storm is brief with sudden bursts of rain,
and from the porch our senses are aroused;
To feel the eerie quiet that quickly follows,
in a lonely state that nature has espoused.

The sunshine beams ahead in glorious crimson,
like a velvet cloak to chase away our fears;
And wrapped carefully in solitary splendor,
its mourning message sent without the tears.

Shades of night sweep through this vivid scene,
as kaleidoscopic colors streak the corners of;
The heavens which provide protective layers,
soothing the evanescent evening from above.

And while the evening sounds the night's alarm,
passing through and setting nature's stage;
The galaxies of stars shine through the darkness,
gently spreading the Almighty's holy grace.

The colors of umbrella's sphere,
can awaken what we need to hear;
With bright array they spin and toss,
regaining springtime that was lost.

With water falling from the sky,
our visions cloudy from eye to eye;
Yet stripes above protect our heads,
with carousels swinging clearest red.

The boundaries are now set in place,
like the moon and stars from outer space;
We can't move on beyond the rain,
despite the need to ease our pain.

Outside each moment seems to last,
while sands shift in the hourglass;
Contented now to remain unseen;
we stand in sight of luscious green.

Pain and hurt beyond the scale,
hearts that linger cold and bare;
Tendencies to grasp the chance,
to seal our fate without a glance.

We can't revive the soul's true will,
by wandering off among the chill;
Which clears emotions from the shelf,
in frozen thoughts of nature's wealth.

When we can't see what lies ahead,
still humbled by our daily bread;
We find a place where fiery stands,
can take the horror from our hands.

God bless the sad and lonely child,
whose face reflects the meek and mild;
When glorious spirits break the ties,
those afflicted fade away and die.

Beyond the creamy ice-milk sky,
where snow-topped mountains reign;
A world of alabaster white,
proudly shimmers in its domain.

The howling winds whirl overhead,
where wintry birds proclaim;
In glorious voices from above,
as they chirp their sweetest refrain.

Within a sphere of crystal wonder,
reflecting mirrored shadows from afar;
The whispering sounds of angels' breath,
shower peace from a new snowfall.

A palace shaped by dangling icicles,
where frosty tales of winter's light;
Are coveted in the gentle words,
of poets' profound delight.

Illusive as the night is long,
the secret wind relays its song;
It cries in echoes of its plight,
and journeys far away from sight.

While carrying all the pains of life,
its music flies toward angels' light;
Where cherubs welcome notes of love,
to share with saints in heaven's cove.

And quickly winds regain their will,
to fly among the sacred hills;
with melodies poured from clouds on high,
which harmonize with the cobalt sky.

Then peace falls over all the land,
when touched by breezes soft as sand;
With open hearts folks greet the day,
as sounds of sorrow float away.

Lay your head upon my breast,
as my lips caress your hair;
Of burnished copper strands aglow,
which prompt my eyes to stare.

This taste of honey wet and sweet,
reveals the pure sensation;
of pleasures bound between our souls,
with heartfelt revelations.

Entwined in passion's wild embrace,
our bodies move in time;
To music that is ours alone,
with reason to its rhyme.

I always knew you'd follow me,
with pleasurable intervention;
And feel the tears that reconcile,
our worlds from past contention.

Along a path of flowers there lies,
a gleaming lake that mirrors the skies;
In gentle glow from the sun above,
which lights the lilting waters of love.

We sit and watch each portrait shine,
in the forest green of leaves divine;
While glancing azure in shadows cast,
each sparkling sign from seasons past.

Magnificent in its glorious stream,
the lake will wander like a dream;
In curious images' rise and fall,
which dance to heaven's saintly call.

And then enveloped by the night,
the lake provides a glittering sight;
With translucent sheen it wanders far,
leaving mirrored traces of the stars.

When troubles brew inside our minds,
thoughts twisted in illusive rhymes;
Our hearts feel weak and powerless,
and even prayer seems merely jest.

But then we look outside ourselves,
discovering others on corner shelves;
While hiding all the pain inside,
ashamed to let us hear their cries.

We know our plight can be the same,
and look to solve in helpful gain;
By reaching out to kindred souls,
while leading them toward hopeful goals.

Inspiring us to take the wheel,
the good Lord's promises thus reveal;
That empathy's connection brings,
a healing voice that longs to sing !

The luminous sky of velvety red,
hangs high above beyond my bed;
And from the window I can see,
a scarlet rose that wanders free.

It floats along in silent grace,
this captive flower of outer space;
Against the moon its color gleams,
like tiny flecks of summer's schemes.

Yet here we are in autumn's night,
with streaks of golden comets' flight;
Creating such a wondrous scene,
from rosy sky's romantic theme.

A canopy of darkness looms,
erasing brightness from my room;
And gone are streaming rays of red,
which lift my heart above my head.

But in the splendor of the sky,
a flower waits for stars to fly;
Against its silken petals pure,
that weave their magic and allure.

The arrival of the night on distant shores,
completes the cycle of relentless waning hours;
In circular repeat of day's end glories,
we softly whisper life's reflective stories.

With moonlit skies as constant company,
our feelings caught in wondrous reverie;
And love is but a boastful source of care,
when suddenly the sky grows dark and bare.

But in the swirling essence of the night,
we set about to make our memories right;
In tossing sway the rumbles of the waves,
allow us to submit to what we've craved.

Approaching dawn with sunlight from above,
finally satiated by passion's whirlwind love;
Our shadows fall like twins upon the beach,
as knowing smiles creep gently 'cross our cheeks.

The intoxicating freshness of autumn,
with trees swaying in defiance of nature's change;
And the singed dusk crackling in fiery red,
competes with final scents of summer's claim...

A profound sense of possibility lingers still,
fulfilling hopeful views released by fate;
While love's luminous lantern's constant burn,
arises in aromatic lushness at the gate.

Triumphant in the numinous effects,
that brings humanity falling to its knees;
Watching leaves drift softly by in random,
as stars align like ships upon the sea.

Impulsive winds begin their haunting play,
to sounds of aimless footsteps from the stairs;
And in the garden's fading wisp of flowers,
soulful mysteries dissolve in varnished air.

Amber rays glowing from your face,
painting cryptic pictures on the walls;
So grand yet lonely you often seem,
in bleak reflection from a raven's caw.

In darkness shines your solemn light,
with shadows cold and unyielding;
Appearing sad among bright stars,
my heart senses your need for healing.

How I hate to say 'so long' tonight,
hours before I have the chance;
To sing a soft, sweet lullaby,
and break your sullen trance.

Master Moon, you're such a puzzle,
often full of warmth and power;
But now your eyes have disappeared,
as sunshine fades before a shower.

I'll pray for you, my wounded friend,
as I drift into layers of sleep;
My words will call upon the Lord,
to wipe away the tears you weep.

Change can be our faithful friend,
despite the dreams that often end;
And shown the door for our own sake,
while other paths our visions take.

When such illusions hence evolve,
in grandeur of miraculous love;
The universe explodes in space,
with stars that render heaven's grace.

A natural course would be to run,
in varied ways to chase the sun;
Enraptured by the planet's whirl,
we watch the moon as fate unfurls.

These moments hold a secret plan,
which mystics cast upon the land;
And soothes our inner souls to rest,
as we embark on passion's quest.

The clock moves back one hour,
more time to contemplate;
Or rest with heads on pillows,
'fore we rush to meet our fate.

It used to be October's job,
to add that extra time;
But now the night's extended,
through late autumn's dusky clime.

Still the pumpkins color,
the gardens all around;
And winds will gladly whisper,
their crisp yet mournful sound.

But skies are streaked with scarlet,
in velvet cloaks of change;
More time for us to ponder,
our moments rearranged.

The topaz leaves have fluttered,
to cover yards below;
While children wait for holidays,
and the ever-constant snow.

From gauzy skies of crimson in their sight,
the masses keen are lost in wistful night;
And while the whispered echoes float away,
their images denounce a world of gray.

As all the seasons colored with desire,
portray their holy visions thus admired;
Upon arrival in most paramount display,
the masses hope for peace to rule the day.

When glimpses of the ever-changing course,
connect with those in merciful resource;
All eyes perceive a vast and open place,
where heavens touch in whirls of cosmic grace.

While nature soothes the soul through fleeting time,
its manner guided by His hands sublime;
Refreshing all the thoughtful glimpses of,
this peace renewed by God's eternal love.

As autumn breezes contemplate,
the stirrings of the heart;
They boast each complex movement,
in gradual notions from the start.

Like pushing air in contrast,
within the waving trees;
Encircling life's momentous change,
which autumn aims to please.

Spiraling forth in colors grand,
the amber leaves unfurl;
And violet skies retain their hue,
despite clouds' darkening swirls.

The forever winds exhale their way,
into the waiting hills;
With blustery force creating,
the essence of winter chills.

In solitary stillness wait,
the rambling thoughts of youth;
Where poets' lines caress the page,
with honor, love and truth.

As inspiration flows within,
the barren minds of old;
Each word evokes portrayals,
in colors bright and bold.

The Muse connects the dots between,
the present and the past;
While lightning strikes of intellect,
shatter life's perpetual hourglass.

Yet time can often be a friend,
to all whose fond desire;
Reflects creative forces which,
arise like blazing fire.

Reactions to the mute defeat,
all thoughts in fair design;
Turn blatantly each missive's tale,
toward clear reasoning and rhyme.

When moonlight falls upon the scene,
emotions rise in romantic theme;
The music flows within my head,
with tunes erupting beside my bed.

I look up into a starry night,
that poses in a glossy light;
Sounds of summer dwell outside,
with crickets chirping side by side.

But lonely are these moments now,
since you've been gone I don't know how;
To sing these magic melodies,
which float like whispers through the trees.

Yet in my heart I sense a chance,
for your return in wondrous stance;
And when we reconcile our love,
bells will ring from heaven above.

Whenever humans contemplate,
in hours of wintry rest;
The snow-capped mountains scintillate,
from a far-away distance.

And storms eradicate some sites,
while dismal is the day;
But rising high are rocky peaks,
which toss the clouds away.

A steely sky with amber glow,
paints a chilled and frosty scene;
While watching through the window,
one can almost feel its gleam.

Spirited souls warmed by the hearth,
still wonder if it's all real;
The ticking clock strikes midnight,
as the night stars thus reveal.

Then sleepy eyes are haunted,
by the spectacle they see;
And dozing in their comfy beds,
their thoughts run wild and free.

For solstice nights seem brighter when,
emotions travel from mind to soul;
While snowy days and evening's light,
bring every dream that's left untold.

A lingering shower streaks the day,
in running waters' remnants;
As rainbows color cloudy skies,
with magical enchantments.

Then as the coral sun appears,
in luscious illumination;
All elements from God's own hand,
the mystic wonders of creation.

The emerald leaves drip crystal tears,
from every oak and maple tree;
But soon the sun will dry their eyes,
in its warm serenity.

Behold, the delicate, shimmering rain,
that feeds all life below;
And tends to earthly gardens 'fore,
the drifts of melting snow.

Surrounded by natural forces that bring,
the sensitive, lonely stars to sing;
Erasing all the boundaries of shame,
promoting cosmic energy's hefty gain.

In universal power's reeling stance,
the shadows of the moon in vibrant dance;
Permitting the many galaxies to wander,
in ruminating voices' endless wonder.

Beyond the expanse of purple skies,
are mysteries and miracles that gently lie;
Above random dreams of mere desire,
which penetrate clouds in lightning's fire.

A clear cosmic moment can unveil,
a pathway to the skyline we assail;
And arriving at the steps of heaven's grace,
those singing stars will glow in space.

Around us we see faces readily appear,
exuding sadness from their wide-eyed stares;
While trying to preserve the guise of dignity,
as they enter through death's passage unaware.

The day's been long and hours creep ahead,
to moments which extend into the night;
As hugs and handshakes fill the lonely room,
where last goodbyes extinguish every light.

We bow our heads and pray unto the Lord,
with tears that complement surrounding forces;
A covered casket sits in solemn space,
its meaning still withheld by tranquil voices.

While in the church the crying never ceases,
as unsettled folks line up to reach the altar;
Their outward sense of sorrow begs a nod,
from those of us whose loss remains unaltered.

Exhaustion peeks in early dawn's seclusion,
when all alone the mourners dry their tears;
And feast upon the treasured moments past,
which raise faint hopes that quiet inner fears.

Dangling bangles in rhythm of light,
colorfully shining right into the night;
Caressing my ears with magical tones,
dancing on air while my mind gently roams.

Lovely to hear and so sweet to see,
the motion of sounds in a song that's free;
Notes call to the sky with a fresh melody,
my very own voice sings the harmony.

In Autumn we sense those mystical sounds,
of spirits awakening this time around;
Each breeze sends the chimes out into space,
with pleasure and smiles no cloud can erase.

The dawn-filled meadow always gleams,
like a glistening light upon a stream;
Its daisies yellow, warm and sweet,
with jade-green grass rising up to greet.

As I lie in sunshine's clearest sky,
a golden bird soon catches my eye;
His home sits nestled in the maple tree,
while he chirps a song of purity.

My basket filled with fruit and cheese,
a luncheon that is sure to please;
I spread the quilt my mother made,
and feast on scones and marmalade.

With thirst now quenched by ginger tea,
my soul's replenished most naturally;
And in my heart I'll never leave,
this place of peace and harmony.

It's written in the vastness of the sky,
heroic signs that glimmer like the stars;
And stories old--and told--that signify,
each fortune won and lost within the hours.

Look closer as the trees lose all their buds,
and wither in a night which never ends;
Autumnal forces energize then wilt,
like shadows of a heart that cannot mend.

Seasons fly with sudden windswept tears,
and revive the days once long--then brief--then long;
We gather strength to fight the weary hours,
recalling summer's breath in perfect dawn.

Come hear the angels singing at the door,
sent by the moon to penetrate our souls;
Sweet freedom flows within their heavenly song,
and creates another place where we are whole,

And with the guiding hand of Nature's Will,
we wander through the lanes of childhood's ways;
An ever-changing world before us now,
releases memories of struggling through the maze.

While dancing through the floral fields,
where pungent scents abound--
My soul is filled with loveliness,
like nothing else around.

The gentle breeze caresses,
each row of colored flowers--
A place where one could lie alone,
and meditate for hours.

I've wandered daily to the hills,
where green and gold tones meet--
And the light fresh touch of lavender,
remains the ultimate treat.

Faintly blue and purple hues,
enliven nature's scene--
Each soft wisp of lavender dust,
recalls a Provence dream.

Imagining a little French girl,
skipping merrily down each aisle--
With tall strands of native flowers,
while wearing an enchanting smile.

Someday I'll visit this country town,
in rural, rustic France--
And comb the lacy fields of lavender,
whenever I have the chance.

Walking the path of the Northern Lights,
I photographed the arc of the sky;
Seeming brighter than I'd ever known,
as a glowing stream of stars whisked by.

Today I sat in the church alone,
as many others passed by my sight;
I lit a candle in the corner row,
and 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,
fearing never to see the dawn.  

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

The wide umbrella of graceful trees,
covers us well with its lustrous breeze;
When temperatures have quickly soared,
each oak and willow are greatly adored.

Each day a blistering sun arrives,
with alabaster clouds that gently rise;
In puffy swirls which skip on by,
and lovingly adorn the heavenly skies.

We swim in the pool that nature provides,
by a lakeside cabin where we can hide;
And seek some shelter from sudden rains,
which attempt to drown our summer dreams.

Kicking back we watch the grey dusk fall,
on huge cotton blankets embracing us all;
As evening shade turns into velvet night,
the angelic stars creep into our sight.

Behold ! The majesty of changing hours,
the heat from daylight's surging powers;
Now cool and calm in serene delight,
with peaceful sleep under soft moonlight.

I walked along the desert in burning winds,
the sand was hot as coal on my bare feet;
Each step I took reminded me of summer,
when the sizzling sun would cause me to retreat.

Just knowing you were far away I wondered,
if you ever stopped to think of happy times;
When troubles disappeared as we embraced,
and each moment was a gift of love sublime.

If I continued trudging onward it may happen,
that mirage of wondrous miracles from my mind;
As thirst began to overtake my wounded body,
a respite from this hellish  journey would be kind.

While collapsing in a heap upon the ground,
my body soaked in sweat and lingering dust;
An eerie vision formed before my swollen eyes,
with a face I deemed too difficult to trust.

Next thing I knew the water readily poured,
upon my parched red lips and crusty limbs;
It was you who came to save me from myself,
this selfish soul who'd left you on a whim.

And now we're free to love as we once did,
the sands have cooled beneath us as we lie;
We'll talk about the time we surely wasted,
when last we kissed in haste and said goodbye.

At last the sun decided to recede,
and dismal clouds suddenly appeared;
In grey-green puffs of swirling smoke,
while crystal rain fell down in tears.

The night seemed in an endless whirl,
of lightning bolts and blustery winds;
I closed my eyes when thunder raged,
and pulled the covers to my chin.

My room appeared as black as coal,
its shadows foretelling ageless tales;
Of great mysteries from ancient times,
while words dissolved into ghastly wails.

Soon awakened from restless slumber,
with profound relief at what I saw;
The burnished golden bloom of day,
as summer had turned into shining Fall.

Clinging to the words of inspiration,
marking every moment of elation;
Seeking to propel this last creation,
into avenues of thought and admiration.

Crowded paths of overflowing minds,
convey messages of life in clever rhymes;
Mystic images might often seem sublime,
denoting worthiness of our substantial time.

We go about the day as wonders grow,
and fill the void of empty-headed show;
Words appearing magically in streaming flow,
awakening like blossoms under the snow.

And with the latest work at fingers' touch,
we let the public share in curious watch;
With hope--ideas stir toward faithful trust,
of connections made by willing poets' ******.

In contrast with reality---thoughts fade to black,
in hidden corners of the mind which sanity lacks;
Away from fondest hope to salvage memories,
deep within the screaming cries 'til eternity.

Yet forces pull each vision towards the colors,
that brighten up the world in mystic wonder;
And with that glorious rainbow shining full,
the dark relents aligned with nature's rule.

Greens and blues bring peace to heavy hearts,
brimming with softened hues that set apart;
Dissolving pinks and yellows in their wake,
as kaleidoscopes release in constant quake.

Like a painter's brush creates an artful scene,
which spreads its magic wand in luscious gleam;
A mosaic filled with lightness soon remains,
to rid each desperate mind of blackened reign.

When human hearts are shattered and lost,
and wonder why there's a higher cost;
For wanting lives to be settled along,
the corridors of a streaming song---

The poets ponder deep desires,
as captured souls stick in the mire;
While days diminish through the dark,
of purple nights where fears embark.

What lies beneath in spirits' land,
will comfort all in life's demand;
And when released the hopeful dwell,
on magic dreams that cast their spells.

We'll surely win this race for time,
to see a world which reigns sublime;
By simply looking down below,
where roses climb through winter's snow.

The mood seems desolate at dusk,
a time when emotions are on the rise;
The shining hours of day are gone,
and mystical images confront our eyes.

Not quite sure of what we see,
in the vastness of the indigo skies;
'Round about the glowing lamps of light,
keenly focused upon iridescent sights.

Are we witnessing life's mysteries unfold,
the way our elders' stories told ?
Yet darker still our evening grows,
shivering, shaking in the windless cold.

Sitting close on our front porch swing,
seeking wonders of imagining;
There they go--the ghosts of our youth,
which beckon still despite the sting.

We're not alone as visions float by,
and dawn reveals what the future may bring.

Frances McClelland
July 17, 2016

In sunshine's rays the flowers bloom and sway,
from warming breezes blessed in sweet array;
The turquoise sky alert with wondrous sheen,
as tiny wisps of clouds float through the scene.

And on the hill a group of maple trees,
show off their velvet green in bundled leaves;
While lilies' solemn dance compels our eyes,
to smooth and gentle grasses where we lie.

A wicker chair of white sits in the meadow,
a parasol of lacy pink creates cool shadow;
And in a basket filled with hearty treats,
are fruitful gems just ready for a feast.

How ever-pleasant are the solstice days,
their moments of delight in cheerful ways;
And when the sun has lowered past the hill,
myriads of twinkling stars embrace us still.

Beyond the salt waters of the sea,
my thoughts roam far and wander free;
They're often dreams in hazy light,
fueled by the darkness of the night.

To sit and watch the cunning waves,
my lonely heart seeks to be saved;
From haunting fears of blazing fire,
dissolving souls in ancient ire.

Yet often I can sense a wraith,
that floats above with timeless faith;
In spirit's game that casts upon,
the carefree promises of the dawn.

As testament to heaven's worth,
and miracles gathered here on earth;
My heart is filled with honored grace,
which shines upon this time and place.