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.

Blue, pink, purple, songstress of the heavens,
I hear those tantalizing notes in mystical colors;
Framing each phrase with softness and wonder,
every sound rises with an exceptional allure.

Black, gray, tumbling and grumbling tunes,
explode with awkward but powerful precision;
The wetness of the heavy rain embraces the earth,
as if the sky's mellifluous flow reaches a decision.

Yellow, amber, golden hues glancing through life,
singing their way along the channels of secrecy;
Yet burgeoning with wholesome welcoming sighs,
brightly shining for everyone to hear and see.

The sky's melody rings throughout castles of time,
built strongly with lingering hope and inspiration;
And when the breezes of changing seasons fly by,
we're protected and enchanted by their glorification.

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.

Peering through the snow-laced windows,
the world awash in alabaster light;
A frosty sky chills this wintry afternoon,
as the North winds whip onward in flight.

Inside, the gurgling sound of my teapot,
lifts up my spirits toward warm renewal;
As icy shards form quickly from the roof,
and I grab the teacup sitting by my stool.

Wrapped heavily in my flannel blankets,
sipping slowly as I watch the matchstick trees;
Their limbs swathed in feathers of oyster white,
lean together with their branches dangling free.

How picturesque a scene from my own window,
reviving memories of how the seasons change;
Although I've neared the end of my life's journey,
this graceful portrait can never be rearranged.

Some say the promise of love provides,
a sacred bond existing side by side;
And when our souls return each sign,
we find emotions where heaven resides.

A touch is like the wonders of Spring,
with an ache of passion that Autumn can bring;
A wintry night keeps us close and warm,
by the hearth where loving charms are born.

When summer arrives with ocean's roar,
and boiling over with heat we run to the shore;
Where we hold hands and splash into the sea,
as a myriad of waves catch us in reverie.

The sunlight dims as we lie on the sand,
again, we take one another's hands;
Then just one kiss awakens us again,
to share each moment which God has given.

High above the fluttering breeze,
a whispering voice calls out to me;
It's gentle lilt a subtle force,
which stirs my heart to stay on course.

I've often wondered where to look,
inside my mind or in a book;
For answers to the questions of,
each human's search for purest love.

In flowers' vibrant bloom of Spring,
or in the melting mountain springs;
A precious child's engaging smile,
or meeting friends to chat awhile.

As fresh and lovely winds arose,
emotions pure are soon exposed;
And with them regions of the soul,
are bound in honor's sacred goal.

This room became synonymous with death,
while waiting for relief from outside threats;
Hot and bare in wooded forest's scene,
stifling--hardly breathing---from the steam.

Recalling how I came upon this place,
running from the worst of the human race;
Folks who spend their lives in troubled spheres,
intending to cause harm and foster fear.

It wasn't long ago I had some friends,
who seemed willing to reach out and make amends;
But then mistrust and hateful thoughts arose,
which prompted me to gather all my clothes.

In summer's blazing heat I crossed a bridge,
and found this cottage on a mountainous ridge;
With few possessions curled up in a ball,
I lay in wait with hope no one would call.

And finally I heard the people's rants,
with fiery forces calling out in chants;
To surrender in humiliation and dismay,
or they'd drag me out and put me on display.

I must confess while praying to the Lord,
my crime was nothing horrid or abhorrent;
If God would let me live just one more hour,
these cramped quarters would be all I could desire.

And here I'll live in peace and honor still,
and cast no other stranger to the hill;
For every child should know he has a place,
within the bounds of God's amazing grace.

In a moment of daily thought,
the words can often say;
For one heart to seek another,
in the magic of the day.

Blissful now yet unaware,
how thoughts turn into love;
When letting all the feelings fly,
like birds following the sun.

A waterfall of golden dreams,
connects with soulful essence;
And once cascading to the heart,
true love reveals its presence.

No longer left in solitude,
the flight of Cupid's stance;
Belongs to someone else who knows,
the warmth of a lover's glance.

When lightning bolts of radiant glow,
as unwavering signs that meet;
Their curious and deflective might,
soon mirrored on sullen streets.

In the tangle of minds' disarray,
this vision of brazen motion;
Travels 'round the wicked sky's intent,
where there lies a massive ocean.

Unhinged and unaware they seek,
to dance upon the tumbling waves;
Grabbing onto life's sheer fantasy,
pretending spirits' flight is saved.

Yet when the hosts of hours return,
in their surprising consequence;
All awaken from a dream-like state,
a mere mirage of happenstance.

Within the curious space of time,
where days overflow in reason and rhyme;
The essence of 'being' seems overcast,
with perilous notions reeling past.

When thoughts appear to ruminate,
in lengthy notions that contemplate;
The mind is often torn and tested,
and hopeful visions can be rejected.

But travelling through are strong ideals,
along life's paths that seem unreal;
And from the heart our spirits soar,
toward thunder's unrelenting roar.

Chances now taken from the soul,
will move us along with principle;
For when the lightning strikes the sun,
clear answers shine for everyone.

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.

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.

My heart just wants to cry,
on hearing lamentations from distant shores;
Gossamer angels weep and sigh,
waiting for the magical cure.

Sleep eludes the burning masses,
turbulence incessantly rises and swirls;
Brighter horizons must be uncovered;
before the destruction of our hopes fulfilled.

Just imagine we're all floating upward,
above and across the sage-green sea;
Hoping to touch the vulnerable and weak,
then watching them blossom--heavenly !

We'll see the dividing walls tumble down,
and for those who've wept and suffered before;
Awaken to a life refreshed and renewed,
with delicate souls hovering near the shore.

As evening falls about the town,
and silhouettes of trees abound;
A dusky haze surrounds the moon,
as she lifts herself in rhythmic tune.

The sun has faded from our sight,
while making room for sky's delight;
As shadows dancing 'round in play,
dismiss the vivid signs of day.

Lying low on the dampened green,
the crimson sky emits a gleam;
With soft and tender strains of light,
that glow so gently through the night.

Give welcome to the mystic face,
of shining stars and planets' grace;
As the easy flow of nature's way,
now captivates in magical array.

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.

As images float before my eyes,
caressing the Autumn's velvet skies;
With multi-colored sparks they shed,
beyond the window beside my bed.

Gossamer angels of light and life,
teach wondrous tales to ease our strife;
While flying high in such a mystical place,
of constellations covering this saintly space.

The wonders of nature run through my mind,
while the opal moon shimmers like a dime;
I lie awake and watch the starlight fantasies,
which embolden my senses--feeling calm and free.

As I pull the covers toward my face,
yet wondering if reality has taken place;
My eyes close as sleep overcomes every care,
while the stars still twinkle in heaven's lair.

Whenever lies defeat our purpose,
we search for meaningful ways--
To find the peace and serenity,
we can attain from God's good grace.

Erupting soon within our quest,
volcanoes of truth emerge--
With golden words of prophecy,
which light our hearts with courage.

A disaster once averted with,
the fragments of hope that fly--
Around our heads in sunshine,
peering from the turquoise sky.

Hearing all the frank commotion,
those candid sparks that set us free--
As revelations take the stage,
in purple sunset's rhapsody.

The days are somber in this realm,
and hope disappears like dust;
Arranging lives and loves profound,
seems fraught with waning trust.

How do we keep our heads above,
the clouds we seek to chase ?
And when our minds turn melancholy,
how do we ever win the race ?

Facing chances to be inspired,
running from the stormy past;
A smoky sky looks down upon,
a world which cannot last.

Meek and mild with troubled hearts,
we lie on the sands of time;
And sadness brings a lonely call,
for words to save mankind.

When the stars grow cold and fade away,
the earth becomes a haven;
For the sunbursts of a winter sky,
which warm us from our burdens.

Despite the sweetness of holiday cheer,
the only things we've left to see;
Are the snowy mountain tops ahead,
resplendent in their alabaster sea.

But with the rising of the morning sun,
its glowing face upon us all;
We huddle together and watch the gleam,
as it beckons us through windswept squalls.

So if the day can be revived,
with such brightness shining near;
The frosty stars will take a hint,
soon recovering on a night so clear.

And seeing the sparkle over the hills,
we pray for cherished evenings;
Of love and light within our sight,
with holy songs from angels' healing.

Way beyond the hills in the summer's sun,
where linden trees shine like new pennies;
A glittering lake invites young and old,
as boats set out to leave the harbor's levy.

The meadowlark sings a sultry tune,
while he sits and watches the weather;
Pink clouds float along in the aqua sky,
forming a wondrous scene we share together.

With jade-green grasses' soft caress,
we casually lie in wait for the wind;
Which will burn us with its eagerness,
fueling our passionate hearts once again.

This lovely panorama of nature's gifts,
a soothing landscape for our restless minds;
Portrays what makes a difference in our lives,
gently painted by Heaven's most masterful eye.

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 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.

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.

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.

The gallant birds sing such lovely tunes,
while resting under the sky and moon;
On autumn days we see them scour,
for bits of crumbs from hour to hour.

And golden are the days before us,
November brings a thankful chorus;
The harvest reaps its fruitful bounty,
of pears and pumpkins across the county.

Each year we find the gifts of autumn,
the falling of the leaves so solemn;
Brisk is the wind tossing them around,
building colorful bunches on the ground.

And in my mind I can hear the song,
of autumn's breezes all night long;
My heart is filled with love and light,
as the moon shines on to say goodnight.

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.

The streets were barren and quiet,
not a hush or whisper of sound;
The moon disappeared beyond the hills,
so there was little light on the ground.

I awakened to chords of laughter,
their ethereal voices taunting me;
My pillow was wet with solitary tears,
as anxiety washed over me like the sea.

Maple trees growing outside my room,
their leaves swaying in the haunting breeze;
I tried to call out but no voice projected,
Shuddering like an icicle about to freeze.

Aroused by the sound of horses' hoofs,
a carriage stopped right outside my home;
I looked down from the prominent bay window,
somewhat relieved at what I was shown.

Now waving upward toward my room,
a smooth gentle hand displayed its desire;
And soon I was captivated by my own soul,
which finally returned to fuel my heart with fire.

Overhead the clouds have dimmed,
and sunbursts claim our day;
Each bright new moment comes alive,
with every glowing ray.

It seems a haunting memory,
of loss and troubled times;
Slipped by in lonely rainy days,
till a new world has arrived.

I place my faith in heaven's skies,
the clearest blue that shines;
And brings me hope of better days,
with pleasure on my mind.

It's like a boat has gone off course,
yet finally found its pathway home;
Through open seas of yearning hearts,
where anxious fears have roamed.

Now in the dawn's protective light,
and eyes that open wide;
A fresh new day begins again,
with loving spirits as our guide.

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.

Walking along the silent road,
thinking of where I've been;
Taking the time to set to rhyme,
all the music flowing within.

Questions have always haunted me,
the answers never seemed to come;
But in the melodies of the night,
I hear the beating of a drum.

Or is it just my lonely heart,
that thumps inside my chest ?
And when the darkness rises full,
will life's purpose come to rest ?

Yet in the moonlit skies above,
my quest seems small and meek;
For soon the rains of autumn fall,
laying kisses upon my cheeks.

Watching the sky turn misty and gray,
my thoughts wandering to worlds away;
Where the indigo sky streaked with sunlight,
sends me back to my years of eternal daylight.

As a child of summer the world was mine,
the ocean swirled with colors divine;
The soft, warm sand touched my soul,
and the seagulls perched on the rocks would call.

Swept into a daydream that filled my heart,
with family and friends who have since departed;
My parents packed sandwiches for us to munch,
and the chocolate bars--how much fun to crunch !

Wading in the foam at the edge of the shore,
was bliss to me right down to the core;
Now dad and mom are shadows and clouds,
and my friends have moved away from town.

But I'll never forget those days of delight,
which ended in a sunset so colorful and bright;
The rain now caresses the old maple tree,
as my daydreams are floating out to the sea.

Annoying thoughts can color dreams,
which proselytize their wanton schemes;
Intriguing worlds come into play,
while clouds of perception waste away.

The doldrums of this mournful scene,
can shatter hopes of a life serene;
A struggle lasts beyond the days,
in melancholy moments here to stay.

How do the clouds relieve our pain,
in subtle spaces which shall remain ?
Among the woolly white of fluff,
destructive signals call our bluff.

How soon the notions that perceive,
a chance to grow, a chance to grieve;
For when the night calls to the clouds,
it wraps the daylight in its shroud.

They sit alone on the highest mountain,
rejecting the world around;
While nature sings its lovely songs,
they barely hear a sound.

The wind caresses the budding trees,
the summer flowers are in bloom;
But vacant souls and shallow hearts,
comfortably reside within the gloom.

Their motto is to take--not give,
and flaunt their hollow success;
While hurting all they claim to love,
and shedding each honored quest.

Now they're humbled by the night,
in the cold and bitter rain;
These trembling skeletons of regret,
now left alone assessing blame.

If only they'd reach out to God,
where forgiveness lies within;
But with the pride of shattered wills,
they simply turn away in shame.

How the laughter rang out through the streets,
singing our praises in hopeful song;
We gathered together to raise the flag,
and praise the country where we belong.

Grasping one another's hands,
hugging each other tightly;
As if a dream awakened us to reality,
both daily and nightly.

We were just children but we always knew,
the future would shine for us
Red, white and blue...
Yet now...can we see the light ?
Democracy seems an endless fight.

The need for a promise to be fulfilled,
the need for a love that's cherished;
We will continue to demonstrate,
that there's no room for bigotry and hate.

Our finest hours may have dimmed,
we're paying for all that we've sinned;
But look up to the sky...stop wondering why,
Simply open your heart to a world torn apart.
Perhaps...we'll sing a song of freedom,
amidst the clamor and sorrow,
There will be a tomorrow...for everyone to share !

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.

She rose from the ocean waters' depths,
her complexion luminous and gleaming;
With salt-sea spray surrounding her face,
and emerald eyes constantly beaming.

Her long lush hair of auburn glow,
was as fresh as an Autumn breeze;
And the silken strands blew softly,
like Fall's tender, tumbling leaves.

As she moved to approach the shoreline,
in a gossamer sense of wonder;
I started to rush towards her image,
but the waves simply pulled me under.

Once back on shore I saw her there,
a diaphanous specter of light;
Her flowing walk captured my heart,
while she danced like a floating kite.

I looked around and no one else,
appeared on the glistening sands;
Then suddenly she waved my way,
and gestured to take her hand.

A wonderful sleep had engulfed me,
in a most magical dream of delight;
But when I awoke no clue remained,
of the enchantress who graced my sight.  

That lovely dream which felt so real,
of a haunting vision now gone astray;
Reminds me always to follow the sea,
for such illusions to enlighten my days !

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.

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.

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 twilight moods devise a scheme,
beyond all sights in glowing scene;
With dusky gray and molten green,
the hazy night appears serene.

A crescent moon hangs lower still,
in wondrous view beyond steep hills;
And shimmering stars put on a show,
while whispering trees moan soft and low.

Each subtle scent of jasmine flies,
throughout the breezes blown on high;
As honeyed teas are served on sight,
in keeping with the delicate night.

And smiling from my window seat,
I reach out to taste the air so sweet;
Soon drowsy from Nature's gift of peace,
I find comfort in twilight's gentle sleep !

You're still a child who spends her days,
in the solitude of your tiny nursery;
One doll is all you need for comfort,
like you, she's lonely, but feels free.

Inside your mind you're a princess,
who roams the halls of a palace;
With your pretty doll for company,
there's no sadness and no malice.

Yet whenever the sun floats into view,
your heart fills with some remorse;
Secluded still, beneath an azure sky,
time has followed its natural course.

A child is meant to run and play,
to be outdoors to cheer the daylight;
Katrina, please, put your doll to bed,
then open the door to a world of sunlight !

Connecting all the wires within,
adjusting every private whim;
While managing the frequent ache,
resulting from my grave mistakes.

For until now my leisure days,
were lost inside a gossamer haze;
A wealth of guilt engulfed my soul,
with emerging doubt of destiny's role.

And through the fire I walk alone,
to banish fears from worlds unknown;
When as my burning flesh revealed,
the heavy scars beneath the shield.

Taught by the Master of Disguise,
to moan and cry for caution's prize;
I know not how I've come to be,
this hollow shell which no one sees.

The wandering echoes of our minds,
complete the verse in shameful rhyme;
Combining visions of sin's distraction,
while trolling paths of costly actions.

These enemies of thoughts persist,
through varied voices' promised gifts;
Pursuing all the senseless powers,
destroying lives through endless hours.

Then spiritual reign becomes a joke,
if crushed beneath the words we spoke;
Instead of praying for our release,
we wallow in our loathsome grief.

Surrounded then by tainted vows,
our worth diminished in the clouds;
However, then, did we go wrong,
from the shallow lyrics of a song ?

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.

The loathsome devil living in Hades fire,
casually stoking the embers of wanton desire;
His wanderlust soon carries him away,
to mere mortals weakened and gone astray.

Quite vulnerable as humans oft' can be,
he steers through the smoke of invisibility;
Taking the shape of any common being,
he strikes at gentle hearts without our seeing,

A young lady in distress calls out in pain,
as a hazy shadow looms above the scene;
Her anguished cries are desperate to be heard,
by some kind soul who'll stop and heed her words.

But Satan's shadow transforms into a beast,
a monstrous sign of evil now released;
Roaring viciously and baring gnarled teeth,
approaching the helpless woman mired in grief.

Yet suddenly a sign of peace stirs within,
this beastly savage borne of devil's kin;
A flock of doves released from heaven's bower,
reveals this masked avenger as a coward.

A glorious host of spirits floated downward,
to heal our lady's pain with saintly powers;
In quick retreat the devil had skulked away,
his fiery eyes diminished at the dawn of day.

The rustling leaves of golden hue,
tell the story of Autumn's view;
They glimmer and glow like the stars,
which shine in the indigo sky afar.

And when they fall they tell the truth,
of Autumnal descension upon our roof;
Setting the table for cold and frosty air,
that fills our lungs and keeps us aware.

Our hearts rely on Autumn's pleasures,
to assure us all of the Lord's holy treasures;
And when the breezes blow hard and fast,
we realize Summertime could never last.

With memories clear of September smiles,
watching sapphire rain that flows for miles;
And when misty October opens its door,
the luxurious sites of scarlet endure !

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.

The sky is covered with woolly clouds,
for days they hovered above;
So impatient for the sun to shine,
with its gleaming light of love.

Walking toward the river bank,
I pause to toss a stone;
Onto the rippling water's edge,
where gulls fly about and roam.

Cold and chilled I hang my head,
with sadness as company;
I want to run from all my fears,
and blossom whole and free.

But overcast the world remains,
despite my heartfelt prayers;
Now crying till the angels hear,
my wistful words of despair.

Yet when the new day breaks upon,
all the faithful waiting long;
Will bask in heaven's radiant glow,
and sing their own sweet song.

Precious time--so evasive and quick, passes by-
Hanging so heavily from a slate-gray sky;
Or will even glow on a warm Spring day,
as the weeks run together from Fall to May.

The hours of the day seem to disappear,
the clock ticks and the day moves on;
Brightening our moments, year to year--
memories recalling the smiles and tears.

Ahead--the unpredictable future days,
when we question our existence, expose
our fears--the wandering mind turns silent,
as we seek comfort from the One Who Knows.

Our Mother-Moon always answers our prayers,
through inspiring emotions, heartfelt signs;
While time relents an aging paradigm,
and wasting it all would surely be a crime.

Once there was an endless day,
of shattered wills and broken dreams;
Raging thoughts of anguish pulled,
through hearts left torn at the seams.

It happened when the world stood still,
with its cold and heartless winds;
Sweeping through time with chilling frost,
a glacial torrent of previous sins.

The Lord had left us for awhile,
to see how we would manage;
Would we just give up our values,
or proceed to live up to the challenge ?

Our prayers held fast on varied tongues,
renewing deep faith and adoration;
For the ONE TRUE SPIRIT who 'd save us,
from such a daunting transformation.

At times it seems as we are left,
alone with our pain and torment;
Yet with faith the world recovers from,
the icy shards of sinful moments.

Forgiveness is totally in our blood,
as we vow to treat each other right;
For this one long day could evolve into,
an eternally bleak and fearsome night.