As we drove into the hazy sunlight,
each tree sang a song of the South;
The Spanish Moss and sassafras,
rose vividly in front of each house.

Our footsteps hit upon cobblestones,
as we walked through the park that day;
Where various monuments to local gentry,
loomed near lilac bushes on display.

The River Walk was such a surprise,
where many locals sold their wares;
Food and souvenirs in abundance,
and the scent of hydrangeas in the air.

A treat for those of us from the North,
to observe life in this lovely town;
Where churches stand in high regard,
and romance lingers all around.

The warmth of September upon us,
we climbed onto the river boat QUEEN;
The view from the water was sumptuous,
as the light from the boat still beamed.

I'll never forget our quaint little room,
that faced the precious park below;
A chance to watch the people stroll,
wandering off in the evening glow.

Our deck was like a silent chapel,
imbued with wine and sunset sighs;
We embraced when we heard music,
from a man's guitar as he sauntered by.

This wondrous night became a memory,
when we reached for the moon so high;
Then drank a toast to dear Savannah,
as the stars glistened in the indigo sky.

Reaching far into the frosty night,
our eyes can view the ageless plight;
Of fading hours in chillest air,
pretending life has been most fair.

Captive scenes of authentic fate,
from glossy stars that contemplate;
Their world in utter darkened gloom,
while wandering off to find the moon.

Descending from the Milky Way,
are sparks of luster gone astray;
And fizzled in disastrous mode,
like blazing fireworks' fierce implode.

In fantasies of awakening thought,
and mindful of the spirits' plot;
Our souls deplete essential schemes,
and struggle to maintain their dreams.

Wildly caught in a most unusual pattern,
the reckless hands of time creating chaos;
Denied the chance to chime in awesome grace,
eventually moving forward past the chorus.

While voices yield a calling from the prophets,
to set aside their differences and squabbles;
The echoes' timely chatter brings disarray,
from a vacuum left behind in scorn and rubble.

No longer seeking to dispel the cryptic clouds,
of distinct rhetoric defying ancient chapters;
As the river of intent flows past each missive,
ruination trails in rejection of its captors.

Neglecting to reach out with total resolution,
the conflict settles down and dissipates;
Can mankind foresee the crowns of ageless stars,
when all is said and done without disgrace ?

Escape is not the way toward resolution,
a runaway soul needs more than quick solutions;
While mindless measures trample every chance,
to see the changes wrought in tactless glance.

Despite new moves that carry you along,
those shattered scenes create a mellow song;
And when each word of comfort goes awry,
the heart grows restless for sweet lullabies.

In haste the mind's uneasy sense of fate,
renews sad memories than can never wait;
And the lonely waning hours of the evening,
foment all wretched fears upon the grieving.

Reflecting now on visions fraught with terror,
encircling the outer edge of 'now or never';
A sudden burst of life reclaims the soul,
as wisdom takes its place in honor's role.

From the cold depths of despair,
came a rush of white snowy air;
I was left all alone that day,
and felt I had surely lost my way.

For within the winter's pearly frost,
I thought I could perceive a ghost;
an ethereal, mystical, gossamer face,
It would rise then vanish without a trace.

My heart was weary with memories,
of all the things that had brought me pain;
And this grey shadow from the past,
brought more hurt that long remained.

I rambled through my big old house,
turning past every darkened corner;
Wanting to shade myself from truth,
barely breathing and starting to flounder.

When the ice broke through and tears erased,
from the senseless crime I could not face;
No longer haunted by unknown guilt,
I climbed into bed and pulled up the quilt.

The next day the amber rays appeared,
through long rows of icy window panes;
And with the ageless love of God,
I sensed that I was not insane.

The shadow life that I had lived,
became a daydream quite unreal;
The muted face had gone away,
and with all my strength I began to pray.

I then set myself upon a path,
to cure my spirit of haunting's wrath;
The winter that seemed so long to me,
was just one day...which had gone astray.

I can see tiny flashes before my eyes,
why in the world do they follow me ?
Many times my mind has been shattered,
by all the ghosts who won't set me free.

The colors which should light my days,
dissipate among the wavering tides;
And sunshine never leaves its place,
to cast its rays of hope by my side.

As a child I was sent far from my town,
yet never knowing exactly why;
I can't help but think it's my own fault,
and for years I was passed on by.

Those tiny flashes of warning--like stars,
bring shelter through torrential showers;
As if heaven sent them just to touch,
my desperate nights--my darkest hours.

But looking at their twinkling light,
they now appear as honored friends;
And the bluest sky opens up its heart,
sending sweet angels to make amends.

The haunted hours become subdued,
as God's angels taught me to pray;
And tears of relief ran down my cheeks,
as I learned how to face another day

When children ask adults questions,
our answers seem to descend;
Into a melting *** of confusion,
secretly hiding all truths and trends.

We want to set things straight for them,
through our wonders and visions of light;
But often our words spawn more questions,
while wrestling with demons in the night.

There are many complex issues in life,
enough so, that we'd rather forget;
How the universe is changing quickly,
and we cannot handle our own regrets.

It's simple just to close the door,
and fill our lives with faint illusions;
Yet somehow the sun comes up each day,
reflecting more than our delusions.

Children deserve our forthright honesty,
despite the apparent horrors and dread;
And we'll find a way to cushion the fall,
sewing their thoughts with golden threads.

The dimming of the lights provoked my sorrow,
rearranging every path to my tomorrow--
And with the wintry frost upon my face,
I melted slowly in the margins of disgrace.

Bereft and lonely still I wandered freely,
not believing there would be a source of healing--
My yesterdays divulged their open wounds,
and left my soul tormented through the gloom.

Once I lived with joyfulness and sheer delight,
the promise of sweet sunshine filled my nights--
But soon I ran toward heartless ways of being,
as if my world had crumbled without feeling.

Yet with the dawn's renewal on my mind,
I've pondered all the troubles of human kind--
No more an empty vessel needing sustenance,
my destiny appeared in quiet countenance.

Breezes from the sea-tides relay,
songs of wistful longing near the bay;
Harsh winds shape each mellow mood,
landing at the shore where lovers stood.

Against a backdrop of turquoise skies,
the lovers kiss and share sad goodbyes;
Still recalling how whispers in the night,
enhanced each precious moment of delight.

And on the beach where romance grew,
entwined in hearts that always knew;
Forever was a distant thought to bear,
within their brief and passionate affair.

But watching the sun set in the West,
the cool air blew gently as if blessed;
By answers found from the mysteries,
of hopeful visions carried 'cross the sea.

With solemn eyes she took his hand,
and walked the length of the street;
Her pain suffused with inner conflict,
while her gentle heart continued to beat.

Awakened now to a frightening existence,
her palm sweaty in the stranger's hands;
A single tear fell down onto her cheek,
the moment he opened the black van.

This man held a badge to her youthful face,
then made her sign some confusing papers;
While carried away from her own community,
leaving behind children who will live in fear.

From her small window she saw her 'abuela',
whose careworn hands waved a frantic goodbye;
The life she'd known ruined and torn away,
and off to a place where her words won't apply.  

The suffering we've witnessed can only foretell,
a stark future that leads to a living hell !

The sun sets earlier now as autumn quickly nears,
with the beauty of this season it saddens me to see;
Each day fly by so quickly with so much life to live,
as I feel my soul sink downward toward melancholy.

The opal days of autumn often give me pause to think,
of how the summer drifts away and bids a sad goodbye;
As images of Fall prevail the solstice memories soon fade,
and sitting on the front porch swing I release a plaintive sigh.

God created every time of year as a lesson for us all,
for Nature moves in steady streams like the ocean over sand;
And if we listen closely to the changing winds and tides,
each element evolves and blends according to His plan.

No matter what the season there's always room for hope,
in the loveliness of flowers, leaves, the earth, the rain and sky;
And a promise of tomorrow travels through our yearning hearts,
which opens doors each moment 'till we say our last goodbye.

While mired in a world of fantasy elite,
reacting to the sound of running feet;
Bewitched by clowns whose faces white,
become an awkward refuge from the night.

I've traveled along this crowded path,
where sensibility is gobbled up by wrath;
By echoing words which others claim,
to preserve each sound of harsh refrain.

How comical to see the road diverge,
where laughs will follow a lonely dirge;
Left behind is the stigma of waging wars,
and nothing ends 'till we know the score.

Each colorless emotion soon gravitates,
with an emptiness no one can erase;
While fantasies evolve toward dissolution,
each beating heart finds its own solution.

Engulfed within the swirling black of night,
I searched for answers to my horrid plight;
The hours seemed too long to be erased,
and minutes flew as shadows in the chase.

To rectify the madness of my torment,
I prayed for God to hear my soul's lament;
And turn it into something real and true,
which I could understand in common view.

I wondered if the haunting wraiths began,
to catch my heart alone in lurid plan;
And when the smoke enveloped me in waves,
the bleakness seemed just like an earthly grave.

While questioning if Heaven could arouse,
a complex mission toward my holy vows;
I looked and saw a light which rose above,
and felt the angels shower me with love.

In morning's light a souls awakens,
with its senses full and keen;
Yet often fearful themes arise,
projecting doubts upon the scene.

As veils of shadows soon appear,
with dark and furious might;
Perplexing thoughts run wild and free,
like phantoms of the night.

Within the heart one can detect,
the torment which assails;
Despite arrival of the dawn,
and the wonders that prevail.

Then suddenly a gust of wind,
erupts in raging force;
And through the room an icy blast,
eases worrisome discourse.

With an eerie calm that follows,
one finds a peaceful claim;
Laid out by angels from above,
whose work was not in vain.

The grace of these holy messengers,
and true faith that still abides;
We can conquer troubles of the heart,
with the Good Lord at our side.

The ocean carries us all on her shoulders,
in its expressive and emotional turbulence;
Yet something exists within this raucous energy,
reaching down inside us with a fond embrace.

They say all life began in the ocean's depths,
where creatures thrive--both exotic and unique,
And as we learn more about the mysteries below,
our eyes open wide to their haunting mystique.

But what I always glean from the salt-water's edge,
is pure serenity which floats above nature's power;
The surf pounds the sand with beauty and force,
and solace fills my heart for endless hours.

As a Scorpio I've adored the sparkling waters,
which inspire a spiritual love no one can erase;
To endure through every challenge before me,
while crashing waves ignite my profound faith.

There she sits alone with a hefty growl,
lifting up her skirt with a screeching howl;
Coarse strands of hair streaming from her head,
she appears like a scarecrow crawling from the dead.

Always fearing life beyond her own dominion,
her voice was stern when shouting her opinion;
That raspy sound brought children to their knees,
this care-worn woman rarely aimed to please.

For a sad and solemn story caused her ruin,
left abandoned years ago by thoughtless kin;
Having lost her only son--a casualty of War,
retreating from the world was her only cure.

The destiny of those who've been affected,
by reckless chances taken through objections;
Have cost the souls of others waiting back home,
who'll only touch their loved ones--carried to their tombs.

Burning high above the clouds,
a late-summer moon on display;
Warns us that our days are few,
'till the solstice will fly away.

In August the moon is wistful,
despite its white hot light;
Reminding us that Autumn's near,
leaving behind a summer's delight.

The nights are still warm and balmy,
as we lie upon the golden sands;
And count the rings around the moon,
while cuddling, hand in hand.

The moon shares all its secrets,
of enduring love and bright romance;
This August moon defines our feelings,
and leads us toward our wedding dance !

We come into this world clean and clear,
nothing yet written on the slate;
Our thoughts not formed yet feelings emerge,
as we cry and coo keeping parents awake !

When we grow into toddlers questions arise,
and so often we're misunderstood;
But our family and teachers seem helpful still,
trying hard to do us some good.

We listen to all the sounds of the world,  
curiosity and learning never cease;
We're lucky enough to find some answers,
yet myriads of puzzles increase.

Off to school and then to work,
relationships form and blend;
The varied senses of existence,
awaken minds with time to spend.

It's one long chain of wading through,
what the whole universe presents;
We try to choose what's right for us,
but often it's simply nonsense.

Then one day we've tumbled down,
that spiral stairway to our souls;
Dazed and confused we hold on tight,
never wanting to lose control.

Then a sign of love shines from above,
raising us up to the Milky Way;
The Lord's mercy and understanding glows,
for a new and promising day !

Sitting in the nearly faded sunlight,
feeling early summer's warmth--
As its mercurial rays bounce about,
then linger on the wicker chairs,
and soaring upward to the still and stalwart
birch trees--
an occasional breeze dropping leaves on the
red-brick yard below.

Above us glows the day's calm and azure
sky--
Where floating clouds paint a softened view,
and the sun continues to shine on the sea-green
waters of the pool--
Appearing like dancing diamonds.

My arms and legs shift delicately--
to catch the rays of the 'golden god' of the Solstice.
With flushed cheeks I then observe the birds,
nestling among the trees,
preparing for the season--their voices singing
through the white-hot zephyrs.

The stage now set for a glorious afternoon,
as the children jump into the pleasant spring
of celadon waters--splashing, howling, screeching
with laughter--
Enjoying life, as it should be !

The gripping storm relishes its moments,
of creating shadows across our land;
They're wide and high with darkness,
and never let go of the journey planned.

We feel them in the weary night,
as the storm gathers them together;
A harrowing sight looming over us,
as we pray for a break in the weather.

Will we be gobbled up by phantoms,
wandering through our nightly pose ?
Or will we escape the nameless horror,
and settle in for a calming repose ?

Cry for angels who'll tell the tale,
of whirling visions that spread their wings;
Apparitions are cursed to dull the pain,
which relieves the shadows' sting.

As they soon fall in the faded night,
and the raging storm relents;
A faithful choir of heavenly hosts,
will rise up as the shadows repent.

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.

Relaxing my mind with a peaceful song,
hoping the world would come along...
Joining me to find that special place,
where all is well with smiles on each face.

Childhood memories can always bring,
joyful hearts filled with pleasant things;
I escape today into the freshest scene,
where all is lush and forever green.

Running along the sparkling river's edge,
climbing trees and jumping o'er the hedge;
Racing my friends to the ice cream vendor,
while yearning for this summer splendor !

Awakened with a heart that's full and grand,
remembering our days on the sumptuous sand;
The trembling ocean roared with a lion's cry,
and it was always so hard to say goodbye.

I've thought of this place for hours today,
when times were innocent, free, and gay;
I must share all the moments I can recall,
before summer slips quickly into Fall !

When I talk to the flowers and the trees,
I whisper gently so no else hears me;
It's my very own language that I share,
with the gifts from Nature, alive and aware.

Someday I'll follow a lonely bird's flight,
from the day's hours to the dark of night;
I'll sing his sweet song along with my own,
and cuddle softly within his nesting home.

An exquisite trip I'll take through life,
devoid of anger, frustration, stress, and strife;
I can be anyone, or anything I'd like to be,
perhaps morphing into a branch of a maple tree.

Yes, I'll fly away to parts known and unknown,
I'll leave my fears with the fairies and gnomes;
And in the crystalline dawn of early morning,
there'll be my secret thoughts, forever churning.

His eyes were moist after many tears,
and his shallow breathing gave me a start;
This lonely sir who had nothing left,
but the dull dreary beat of a broken heart.

Embracing him now I could feel the chill,
his body so lean and limp with despair;
The grief unspoken was worse than his tears,
and the night lingered on forever.

We sat on the bench which he called 'home',
this vulnerable man of little means;
I found him after the storm had passed,
lying alone with his faded dreams.

I took his hand so gently then,
and wiped his face with my scarf;
I knew not his name but still I cared,
and couldn't leave him alone in the dark.

As we walked through the night side by side,
he spoke of his world gone astray;
A sweet lady once loved him with all her soul,
and had promised always to stay.

But when her spirit left this temporal plane,
going back to the Lord who'd created;
Such a beautiful spouse he cherished still,
suddenly his choking sobs abated.

We strolled to the church on the River Road,
to offer heartfelt prayers of peace;
As he paused with grace and gratitude,
an angelic smile crossed his face.

In faith perceived a chance to mourn,
and learn to live without the scorn;
Of hatred's voices through the years,
which claims the soul with wrenching tears.

With peacefulness to rule our days,
meandering together through the maze;
Of tortured anguish which presents,
a force we need to guard against.

The seasons bear the fruits of love,
from Heaven's Host who lives above;
In missives sent so loud and clear,
as gentle angels calm our fears.

With stillness of the whitest light,
no longer torn apart by night;
Those ghastly hours melt like ice,
in whispering winds relieving strife.

And so the echoed hearts arise,
to chant their wills thus to survive;
Despite the sadness of the past,
we hear the prayers arrive at last.

Perched high above the massive plain,
the curious forces of sun's redemption;
Connect to earth by a golden thread,
reviving the world in holy reflection.

Thoughts are gathered around this scene,
where words will lighten their heavy load;
And children revere the saintly affection,
poured forth from heaven's humble abode.

As the thread of life continues to shine,
and proudly sings with lively intention;
So much like the strings of a violin,
it orchestrates triumphant intervention.

With miraculous wonders from gods on high,
bringing comfort and warmth for all the ages;
This golden thread continues its journey,
as inspired voices quell the inner rage.

It hardly seems a day has passed,
when berries ripened on the vine;
The sunshine came in mystic flair,
while we poured out the finest wine.

During our celebration we sang,
of the past and present joys;
Although our feast was jubilant,
today it seemed more like noise.

Neighbors and friends toasted the vines,
which put forth the sweetest grapes;
Then the sky turned dark and stormy,
with a cloudburst in our wake.

Heads pounding from the thunder sent,
to arouse our deep suspicions;
Of phantoms scouring our timely event,
bringing mystery and mass confusion.

My body shook with jolts of lightning,
my face feverish from the heat;
The wine was captured by the wraiths,
which had envied this glorious meeting.

As children we often read fairy tales,
those lovely stories to ease our minds;
But now the days are like the mist,
which still cover the purple vines.

She washed the dishes and scoured the floor,
the laundry folded and left by the door;
Walking away to head back home,
a voice inside then urged her to roam.

There she was on the street at night,
where old and young must battle the blight;
Her blue-gray eyes began to tear,
since just last week she was living here.

Cold and brittle the sidewalks seemed,
it's not a place where many dare dream;
A saving grace took her from this place,
with thoughts of charity she couldn't erase.

Her most humble work is a daily sign,
that folks can truly be decent and kind;
Though tired and worn her hands may be,
safe and secure her work sets her free !

A river of sorrow growls against the walls,
of alliances shattered in haste;
No more the combined resources,
no more the time to waste.

Pretending enemies are at the gate,
only serves to horribly ignite;
The words that display the devil's hate,
never knowing what's wrong or right.

Piecing lives together in waters' sanctity,
the sacred flow of our cherished dreams;
We need to touch one another's hearts,
devoid of reckless plots and schemes.

If the universe would grow from peace,
and not fill one another's space;
With horrid tales from mindless sources,
we can finally win this timeless race.

Forgive me for prying into your world,
all I have to say for now...
I'm settling scores from years ago,
within a sphere of wondering how.

The rattled brains have long dissolved,
their words painted a tired obsession;
I've run far away from tragic claims,
and fake magnanimous confessions.

As I raise the lantern above my head,
where freedom finds its holy name;
A phantom cry explodes out loud,
impervious to the acid rain.

Now don't bewitch me with your spell,
bewildered promises from the past;
Pushing against your own reality,
eventually surface from the blast.

Good night is all I have to say,
goodbyes can be reckless and harsh;
But soon you'll find me disappeared,
wading slowly through the devil's marsh.

The trembling leaves sway and tumble down,
their autumn home resides on the ground;
'Till the furious wind-gusts charge ahead,
and soon the leaves build a perfect bed.

Piling on top of the yellows and browns,
the reds are as bright as a circus clown;
Squirrels crawl through looking for acorns,
then silently settle for evergreen's pine-cones.

As the rays of sunlight begin to fade,
and trails of clouds soon find their way;
When tumbling through a crimson sky,
shedding their fears as night passes by.

Now at rest they tumble no more,
they've drifted to town and then to the shore;
Where playful gulls sing a haunting tune,
and new leaves reflect the autumn moon.

The children played through rainy days,
just so they could see a rainbow;
It didn't happen as they'd hoped,
the sky never put on a show.

A blazing sun peaked through the trees,
and the children forgot their mission;
Turning toward their folks imploring now,
could we please have your permission ?

To take a hike into the nearby woods,
where squirrels and rabbits play;
"We promise that we won't take long",
so their elders gave them an "O.K."

They danced about the swirling fountain,
at the entrance of the jade-green forest;
Then took a trip down to the lake,
where they could lounge and take a rest.

When suddenly a burst of lightning,
carved its way through the maple trees;
Wild thunder pounded with all its might,
the wind blew harder with each breeze.

Well, the children hid inside their tent,
until the raging storm had passed;
And waiting for them in the sky above,
was a precious gift from God at last !

A rainbow carved its way across the sky,
red, yellow, green, and purple light;
Magical moments filled their hearts,
as they laughed and cheered in sheer delight.

Remember, when you least expect it,
a rainbow may come into view;
And somehow the chaos of life relents,
for the world will begin anew.

Everyone lurked about despite the wind,
which was howling away like a tornado;
Folks displayed their massive rage,
it was reported LIVE on TV and the radio.

Citizens carried flags of dishonor,
our public servants were afraid;
Marching onward with grievous intent,
it was the ugliest of all parades.

No one could predict what would happen,
but the people seemed determine to fight;
Why in the name of God would you ****,
when decency and honor were right ?

Such a sad day for the United States,
while the Capitol was ravaged before us;
Let's stick together with REAL patriots,
as we sing the Hallelujah Chorus !

When visions play upon our lives,
in varied images that survive;
Perceptive signals from a space,
will crowd emotions into place.

The stalwart stance of mindful thought,
seems stuck in future's promised vault;
But viewing every present notion,
it follows trails without commotion.

Reflections from the past apply,
appearing lost in timeless cry;
As treachery ends its battered ways,
revelations cure the wanton craze.

When integrity captivates with style,
inspiring reality along the miles;
Each mortal being plays a role,
in merging halves becoming whole.

Despite the lingering days of Spring,
perceptions are fleeting and rise within;
And with those regrets we take to heart,
the ancient rules of living soon depart.

Caught between past and present times,
our future visions form and fall in line;
Before moving ahead a backward drift,
conspires to halt our souls' heavy lift.

A blueprint of moments lay at our feet,
but the clock keeps ticking toward defeat;
Yet hopeful signs for conquering ills,
assuage our guilt with their careful skills.

If death then befalls us from wasted years,
and sins cascade down into bitter tears;
Our souls awaken through anguished hours,
and bring purpose like rain refreshing flowers.

So break down the walls of mistrust and dismay,
seeking love while sharing this glorious day;
And though we'll remain prisoners of time,
fears fade in the repentance of our crimes.

The running river of life reflects,
the clarity of heaven's mood;
And with angelic flowers' shine,
bonds holy faith's eternal tune.

In satin ribbons each river flows,
from the planet's ageless corners;
Their icy sheen of steely blue,
flare up toward earthly borders.

The waters cast a melting mold,
of fairy tales and ghosts that live;
Among the silky evergreens,
which sit along the graceful ridge.

While discovering each watchful eye,
probe fully into shallow waters;
We rely on nature's saving grace,
to lift our souls in saintly comfort.

When problems surface with complexity,
we often question our humanity;
As challenges to right the wrongs,
can sweep us into angry throngs.

While silence speaks in many words,
in ownership of thoughts unheard;
These fleeting moments are erased,
'till we can build a proper case.

Imagine an outcome that professes,
to sail beyond tragedy's confessions;
Relating each horror put in place,
then judging what we can't embrace.

Yet while the road is ending here,
our hearts decry the wasted fears;
And in the darkness of the night,
true justice follows with its might.

Whenever we're consumed with doubt,
and hide from woeful sins;
A golden door appears in sight,
and carefully we walk in.

We take our time and look around,
to see if it's all real;
But things aren't often what they seem,
as ghostly scenes reveal.

We're stunned by emptiness of space,
so cavernous and unadorned;
And disappointment sears our hearts,
feeling used and roughly scorned.

Perhaps life wasn't all that tough,
when we watched our days grow wild;
While taking steps to make things right,
with the innocence of a child.

Awakened now from daydream's world,
the sunlight shines on high;
And smiling with a sense of peace,
we touch the azure sky !

In phantom spheres of shadowed veils,
the quiet comfort's quest assails;
To open all the magic doors,
where truth's perfections thus endure.

Erroneous to assume a path,
from heaven's hopes to devil's wrath;
When gifted with a starlit space,
which guides the way in mystic grace.

In massive flight the souls regain,
their magic powers' glowing reign;
Among the clouds their dazzling light,
embraces saintly doves' delight.

No longer ghostly shadows' game,
that whirl and twirl where time remains;
As rainbow streams of heaven's love,
will shine in miracles from above.

Once upon a Springtime's glowing rays,
of sunlight far beyond our happy gaze;
The seeds of flowers sown into earth,
with pretty petals shown upon their birth.

We laughed the shining afternoons away,
while sipping sweet and frosty lemonade;
Beneath a vast umbrella of turquoise skies,
I felt that love was surely beautiful and wise.

A poem from your heart was gently spoken,
this aching heart of mine no longer broken;
Your tenderness joined with a hand in mine,
while showers of daffodils appeared sublime.

Once upon a Spring I felt your touch,
the breezes in the air were soft and lush;
That season stays forever in my mind,
as memories ring out from church bells' chimes.

In hallowed echoes of mortal sounds,
the days rush by like the wind;
Our fervent search for valued worth,
dismisses each careless whim.

As crucial as the day is long,
our thoughts become encircled;
By vacant images that realign,
reaping fortunes of a miracle.

We never lose our solemn vow,
to take the journey to its end;
But often stirred emotions break,
when we hoped they'd simply bend.

So if today appears to float on by,
with nothing more left to gain;
Tomorrow's tale will soon arise,
relieving our suffering and pain.

As I stroll along the wayward path,
soured with wicked energy;
Which pours its fateful music,
allowing no road to symmetry.

The scene so dreadfully pale and white,
now wet with the drooping elm leaves;
My kerchief tied around my neck,
in the umbrella of quiet reprieve.

The planet grew surviving blasts,
its voices calling out to me;
I never knew the honor bound,
remained alone yet breathing free.

Looking back to pain and hurt,
feeling cleansed among the shadows;
In tumultuous gusts of eerie winds,
the precursors which deny tomorrows.

It only happens in such dreams,
the fiery depths of many hearths;
Complete the cataclysmic drought,
in ruination of senseless farce.

I only have myself to blame,
for a past that's ravaged and torn;
And here I sit and feel the rain,
in drops of silk from unicorns.

While flying among the bristling winds,
the tender leaf brushes off our sins;
From loveliness in colors keen,
with gold of Fall and Springtime green.

It floats up to the heavenly sky,
where an angel sits with open eyes;
To capture some of Nature's bliss,
placing on the leaf a tender kiss.

A maple tree with all its glow,
in Autumn puts on quite a show;
Each emerald sheen of Summer's leaves,
brings glory grown from blessed seeds.

I sit in wondrous watch at night,
the leaf's pathway to heaven's light;
As stars surround in silvery shine,
while wishes stir in hearts sublime.

Courageous battles lost and won,
soldiers marching toward the sun;
Jagged rocks lay in their wake,
sandcastles blown beyond the gate.

Tears of joy and tears of pain,
warlike monsters come to reign;
****** trails from naked skin,
campfires burning away the sin.

Crushed by fools who didn't think,
the warriors' place was on the brink;
Of sheer disaster growing wild,
for every woman, man and child.

And now it's just a wayward cause,
too many lives destroyed and lost;
Please let the children's safety gain,
a place amidst the cleansing rain.

There's a small child walking down the street,
while holding his mother's hand;
He looks so peaceful, safe, and content,
with the life that God has planned.

Mom assures him that school will be fun,
and he runs off to meet his friends;
His smile is glowing, kind and sweet,
he may never want the day to end.

And while he sits at his tiny desk,
a gentle spirit arises before him;
It speaks of kings and far-off lands,
and miracles in a world unknown.

His eager mind absorbs it all,
and color fills his freckled cheeks;
The lovely spirit moves about,
she knows of what she speaks.

The day has passed and mother waits,
as the children rush to the yard;
And memories shared from this magical day,
will come forth from this little boy's heart.

Trails of salty tears left far behind,
showers that erase the angst of time;
Sorrow finds its home in wasted hours,
as music stirs souls from lonely bowers.

Strolling toward the riverbank at night,
wandering by the rippled waters' sight;
Then releasing a solemn and wistful tune,
while hazy rings dance 'round the moon.

Lyrical and lush the echoes play,
encompassed by a glowing array;
Of midnight splendor above the trees,
where radiant stars lie sparkling with ease.

Cathedral bells ring through misty air,
while carillons sing with sacred flair;
As around the town folks watch and listen,
when heaven reveals its lifelong mission.

Fanciful visions of crescent moons,
a heightened aura of crystalline light;
Miniature stars dangling like mobiles,
dancing and twinkling all through the night.

Blithe spirits gather to share their mirth,
floating across a royal velvet sky;
Whimsical turns on the carousel of time,
let loose a string of planetary fireflies.

Meteor showers spark a fiery scene,
while arousing angels' elation;
Of wildly stoked embers which scatter and burn,
Soaring by with lightning's exhilaration.

Vivid colors sharpen in umbrellas of stripes,
whirling gracefully through the cosmos;
This imagery paints a portrait sublime,
a miraculous window exposing the universe.

When eyes are wide open to heaven's adventures,
accepting spectacular visual arrays;
Thoughts mirror reflections of a complex world,
vitally enriching our souls every day.

My heart is solid, my feelings emanate from there,
I have everything I need in life, no bad luck, no despair--
Solid as a rock, the rocks that built my reputation,
I've never been so free of pain and sorrow, and desperation.

The wind will never blow my thoughts away from you,
the branches of the trees will reach out in prayer for you--
As if love is an eternal thing, like the ring that is on my finger,
Solid gold, a wish fulfilled--a dream of everlasting life together..

Lord, grant me the strength to remain solid, hopeful, and connected to the Divine...connected to everything spiritual,
for nothing is as solid as LOVE.

Blossoming from roots beneath the earth,
plants emerge in a chorus of solemnity;
And trees grow full with emerald leaves,
that blow like waves across the cobalt sea.

Both man and woman touch with sensuality,
their bodies hunger for complete connection;
The rapture of the sounds while love entrances,
brings warmth and passion into hearts' obsessions.

When Nature tugs at each season's sleeve,
it prompts the Will of Time's most valued source;
And then each day which passes by in glory,
declares a new-found power and eternal force.

The Final Days will demonstrate the meaning,
of both Mankind's and Nature's illusive ways;
While angelic hosts from Heaven gently gather,
to bless our souls while on our knees we pray.

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.