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 !

They locked me up and threw away the key,
now it's quite alone, with only me;
I tried to explain I wasn't that bad,
They just laughed at me as if I had--
broken every law that's on the books,
(you should've seen the hardened looks).

It's cruel to let me languish alone,
paying a price for something unknown;
The ***** room where I was placed,
was cold and harsh, my life erased.

But when I found a corner chair,
I climbed way up to the window for air;
And through this tiny space I'd see,
the world that disagreed with me.

The universe of freedom there,
had startled me beyond repair;
My heart nearly sank as I saw folks,
sitting in the park, just telling jokes.

I had been the biggest fool of all,
to believe one day I'd get the call;
That would free me from my current hell,
my thoughts were frantic, I wasn't well.

But at night the window beckoned to me,
and the glistening stars were a sight to see;
The moon in her silent glory stood,
as if it were an angel, carved in wood.

I'd never prayed before this time,
for heaven was a place in a nursery rhyme;
So I lay my head down on the sheet,
while gentle music to me did speak.

The song was such a deep relief,
for it was very soon I fell asleep;
There in my vivid dreams revealed,
that church bells were about to peal.

Then one soft hand simply touched my face,
and led me from this awful place...

Those visions I saw and felt so well,
have sent me to heaven, far from this hell;
As long as I could trust God's faith,
my life's returned...no more erased.

Hanging flirtatiously from each branch,
the sparkling sheen of tinseled treasure;
Rising high cloaked in forest green,
alive with winter's joy and pleasure.

Icicles shine in their silvery light,
within Nature's captivating scene;
Bewitched are we who stand and watch,
mirrored reflections in flashing beams.

In all its glory the bounty glows,
magnetic in its magical gleam;
A Christmas gift for all to share,
within a blessed heavenly scheme.

And with a star placed high above,
soon a mystical sight unfolds;
As golden streaks of ancient lore,
share timeless tales for young and old !

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 !

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.

In stinging refrains each haunting voice,
from loosely held remembrances of love--
fuels conquering dreams in robust intervention,
and awakens the stillness from stars above.

As cosmic spirals bequeath their missives,
to land upon the holiest of aspirations--
Then changing course from worthy conventions,
with notions comprised of lyrical definitions.

Still recounting memories in moments of solace,
and meandering thoughts rising from the heart--
Grabbing hold of ideals which covet the ages,
as the missives relent in worlds torn apart.

The tossing aside of images now projected,
while connecting with ancient spells deferred--
Those visions reflected by heavenly wonder,
bring glorified moments from reality spurned.

Gone now are those we leaned upon,
for wisdom and care throughout out lives;
They've reached their heavenly home above,
where answers are honest and never contrived.

They had been the touchstones of our souls,
the stars shining brightly every day;
Imparting faith, compassion, insight and hope,
in carving out paths to lead the way.

Now they rest--those thoughtful folks,
who had lovingly shared our visions of light;
Sweet memories stir emotions whenever,
we pray--and bid them a fond goodnight.

Always look up to the golden skies,
and you'll feel their presence among us;
The past and present merge together as ONE,
as our hearts overflow with honor and trust.

The night wind howled against my roof,
and the windows shook with rage;
I watched the trees bend and twist around,
their branches a trembling topaz image.

Then I saw moonbeams shed their light,
along the walls of my somber bedroom;
Creating fanciful vistas of the galaxy,
despite the wretched sounds of gloom.

I recalled how lovely the day had been ,
cool and bright just hours before;
With crisp breezes carrying autumn leaves,
across the porch toward my front door.

The wildness of tonight's unexpected storm,
varying strongly from the peaceful morning;
Sent me back to the safety of my bedside,
as I heeded nature's powerful warning.

Cradling myself under foamy quilts,
which warmed me through the chill;
I held my breath while sheets of water,
battered my home with an iron will.

Yet sleep finally captured my weary soul,
when the spirit-moon had disappeared;
Nature's miracles revived my restless heart,
as the skies above finally cleared.

Oh, why then had I been so afraid,
to make friends with the sapphire rain ?
Why would I doubt the meaning of,
what God's graces cared to claim ?

I suppose we all have moments that,
bring our mortality into view;
But in the shadows of trembling topaz leaves,
I vow to face the world anew.

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 mountains' streams of my hometown,
revive our souls each day;
We climb the hillside in the mist,
like children left out to play.

Yet as older folks it's not the same,
the words were clear and bright;
"Come with me now, and settle in,
and watch the heavenly night."

The majesty of a starlit sky,
we could barely catch our breath;
And flickering from the angels' light,
was a message bold and blessed.

"See how the world glows in the dark,
your vision must be the same."
We all held hands and said a prayer,
then sat and rested by the flame.

When the angels' fire grew dimmer,
and they softly flew away;
We felt the earth move underneath,
for we were like children at play !

A weary world needs faith and love,
the innocence of children tells;
And once again this mountain's magic,
stirred us toward the mission bells.

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 !

As if falling from the highest hill,
breathless and disconcerted;
While the earth revolves so rapidly,
its motion a forceful assertion.

My thoughts are jumbled in disbelief,
of this quizzical dilemma;
The longest mile I've yet to climb,
sets forth an improbable agenda.

Just another shadowed episode,
in a sorry life of mass confusion;
For days the tricks have played upon,
my troubled soul in sorrowful delusion.

How do I survive these lonely times,
when my destiny seems quite uncertain?
While an undecided mission lies,
far behind a darkened curtain ?

So often lives are tossed about,
like tiny boats on a stormy sea;
Yet strength of will soon guides us,
from a spiritual source of energy.

For now I'll cease to wonder if,
my future will ever be realized;
While I plant my feet on solid ground,
with a burning hope I can survive .

When society spills its ugliness,
we're somehow all diminished;
It's like a theme that's gone astray,
with its purpose never finished.

Lately words have hurt us all,
from a man in political realm;
We have to listen closely now,
for someone true to take the helm.

No one in this world is perfect,
but deepest crimes of trust relate;
A sullied soul who cannot lead,
so to him we'll close the gate.

While under duress we'll finally know,
the strength our votes can harness;
This election is the chance to seal,
future hopes with heartfelt promise.

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.

While disallowed in baseless rhetoric,
refuting solemn words' defeat;
Another triumph lost to angry sobs,
will garner flowers at our feet.

One more day exposing shame and doubt,
shall host a measured retribution;
When night descends in darkest hour,
dramatic signs reach their conclusion.

As weeping willows cast their shadows,
in lingering sweeps of solace defined;
While their hymns of righteous reflections,
color rainbows cast within our minds.

Yet the dawn unfolds in all its glory,
descending from the highest hill;
As solemnity's words conquer evil,
and love rises through mankind's will.

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.

Faces leering from a noiseless past,
of wandering vagrants who've collapsed.
In heavy heaps on wavering ground,
where muted voices make no sound.

Carried off again by anguished fear,
these gossamer ghosts of life appear;
From shadows that masterfully erase,
each wanton missive in mass disgrace.

Unidentified souls which tour the plain,
seeking comfort from such hurt and pain;
Stealing fragments from the earthen core,
while discovering spirits' captive allure.

A crisis brews from those who shatter,
identities which quickly haunt and scatter;
Their claims adorned from angels' choir,
but still remain engulfed in endless fire.

Yet determined to rectify the cause,
within the burning souls' resolve;
In wake of heartened words' lament,
clear waters flow from mortal repent.

Emotions awaken to the sounds of heartache,
the windless days so still and refined;
Telling stories old and bold, but deliberately passive,
yet active within each others' minds' eyes.

Out in the atmosphere lurks a stranger,
with gossamer wings, bleak, aged and dark;
Reaching toward the heights of terror and gloom,
crushing a small voice crying out, like a meadowlark.  

Distracted are we, the many sounds of confusion,
as we kick the can down the road of solitude;
Attempting once more to depart from images,
which feature only cloudy days and weary sighs.

One day the distractions will morph into glory,
and bring profound hope along its mighty trail;
The mind's eye bulges with bright anticipation,
as shadows soon dissipate, sullen and pale.

Somewhere ahead on the narrow road,
beyond the turquoise sky;
I see the brightness gleaming,
above the hills so high.

This vision leaps as in a dream,
and swirls around in space;
Quivering with such intensity,
it resembles a spiritual place.

The Lord has a way of showing us,,
that He's the one we seek;
And walking alone in this quiet town,
I seemed very small and meek.

My eyes were strained and red with dust,
from the dirt along the road;
The river rose in awesome stillness,
while the trees swayed to and fro.

One ray of light a fortune provides,
for those who search for peace;
And faith lies within our restful souls,
with a hopeful spirit of release.

Change takes time yet we all know,
that inner sense of sight;
Can truly match the colors which,
bounce from the prism of light.

The long walk to the forest glen kept me on my toes,
a journey of total majesty had assuaged my deepest woes;
Over scented hills of jade all covered with lilacs blooming,
through meadows soft and sweet where honeybees were zooming.

Turning my head I felt a thrill on this lovely April morn,
looking back I could see our house beyond the fields of corn;
But exploring through the ancient trees became my daily routine,
where voices singing amidst the woods rise up peaceful and serene.

I can't tell you how many times I've wandered there,
each footstep blessed by the warm country air;
From emerald-green maples, russet elms, and prickly firs,
singing musical melodies of eternal hope that truly stir.

Birds chimed in a harmony which set my heart to dance,
with tawny squirrels gathered 'round the deer as if in a trance;
Magic whirled around my head with mystical sounds within my ears,
was something special I'd never forget through the many coming years.

I never told my folks or friends about these lovely trips,
perhaps I didn't want to share the promise I had kept;
To Nature all around us where glossy lakes are crystal clear,
that I'd treasure forever this earthly bounty...never letting it
disappear !

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.

A small boat sitting at the harbor's edge,
bobbing up and down with the sea's waves;
Catches my eye on this November morning,
calling me to bring it to a nearby cave.

I sought out the owner of this handsome skiff,
blue and gold shining in the clear ocean's light;
Yet no one responded to my strong, eager voice,
so I ran to the rescue with sheer delight.

Once I finally reached the tiny flailing ship,
I pulled its long rope from the water's edge;
Then bound it and tied it with all my might,
to the flag of its colors which sat on the ledge.

Relieved but exhausted from my ordeal,
I sat up with surprise when my eyes grew dark;
The world became nothing but a swirling brew,
concocted from seaweed, shells and bark.

What I didn't recall was the time I spent,
as captain of this boat many years before;
My head was bursting with pain and confusion,
as I crawled on the sand from the windy shore.

It was just an illusion from my seafaring past,
while missing the voyages we used to take;
I only imagined what had happened that day,
my youthful vision still alive and awake.

(At night I dreamed of that nearby cave,
where my first boat was nearly lost in a wave) !

Spending our days in a busy world,
we seldom realize what matters;
Looking to gain one another's praise,
our emotions are often shattered.

Yet within these walls of discouragement,
are remaining fragments of our souls;
And the courage it takes to gather them,
can be such a challenging goal.

There's no use in simply waiting,
for the days of doom to change;
We must lift ourselves to triumph,
where something of value can be gained.

And how do we stop the waiting game,
looking to push ourselves onward to glory ?
One foot in front of the other, they say,
yields dividends for our life's story.

Forging ahead as we pray for release,
from demons lying outside and within;
Will help piece together our broken souls,
while erasing all our troubles and sins.

As the summer's scorching heat fades nightly,
a gentle mist arises in a massive haze;
It highlights all the unseen figures there,
with translucent whirls of gossamer portrayed.

While watching moonlight glow in magic dance,
our eyes become accustomed to its wonder;
And ghosts of light enchant us as we pray,
for all who've passed beyond to heaven's grandeur.

I have felt the simple softness of their essence,
with pure serenity and calm they've floated by;
My dear family and friends were fully present,
as I heard their fainted whispers and deep sighs.

Then joining with the hosts of feathered angels,
these souls became engaged in carrying forth;
A holy message of miraculous proportions,
which helps dissolve anxieties here on earth.

They've wandered far to this unholy realm,
to keep us safe from harm and wicked sin;
With charity and hope their forceful missive,
will grant our faithful hearts a chance to win.

When life is low and the fire dies,
and blue-black clouds fill up the skies;
My heart grieves in an anguished way,
and sometimes I can't face the day.

My folks live in a world beyond,
they've already played their earthly song;
I hope that they can hear my pleas,
for strength and comfort from stormy seas.

Watch over me and keep me well,
protect my soul from a tortuous hell;
Keep me always in your daily thoughts,
and hold me close when I'm distraught.

You live among the angels now,
your souls are cleansed by holy vows;
If the Lord can't always hear my prayers,
please...intervene with tender care.

Caught inside tales of mystery and crises,
borne from the ladders of indifference;
While resting upon laurels that denounce,
the costly notions which defy significance.

In essences of trials stolen and subverted,
the seemingly well-crafted words expressed;
Discovering every nuance in abundance,
protected in a myriad of rhymes obsessed.

Eternally woven through threads of time,
a master class designed for mystic wonders;
Some secrets soon arrive at caution's door,
relentless in the sounds of roaring thunder.

Revealing all the dark and hidden nightmares,
soon forgotten are the wasted hours in silence;
When secrets hushed and empty stirred about,
as countless drops of rain fell down in torrents.

In shadows gray and lonesome,
the day seems dimmer than night;
Your heart cries out for sweet release,
but your spirit will not take flight.

The passing of yearly sorrows,
should rise and open the mind;
And left within each sacred vow,
are answers you seek to find.

Yet still the aching heart decides,
to keep its lonely beat in tune;
While smiles defy each faded tear,
rendering solace from the gloom.

Then hands are touched by others,
to help lighten your heavy load;
And flowers bloom despite the pain,
to brighten your bleak abode.

So weep no more my dearest friend,
your loved one's journey carries on;
Like evergreens that still remain,
fresh and clean from dusk till dawn.

Placing the welcome mat outside the door,
lighting tapered candles in the windows;
The hearth glistening in expectation,
for it's all about the holidays now.

A chilled breeze shakes the maple tree,
woolen scarves wrapped 'round our faces;
Watching a turbulent sky above us,
returning from the cold to warmer places.

Grandma said we could have some pie,
but Mom said it was too soon before company;
My mouth watered as the cooking continued,
when will these scrumptious scents reach family ?

And then a burst of happiness I'd always known,
as aunts, uncles, cousins and nephews abound;
I shouted "hallelujah" as they sat around the table;
And Grace was said in muted tones of sound.

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.

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.

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.

Embraced by sheets of azure rain,
that soak my mind's increasing pain;
The raging sky confronts my eyes,
and gathers strength from tears I cry.

Should I have stayed inside the warmth,
bundled up in comfort from the storm ?
But restless thoughts led me away,
to wander through this rain-swept day.

Each perilous wind arouses flames,
within my spirit's shattered remains;
My love has left me in the cold,
alone and lost as I grow old.

Yet when I've stumbled in the past,
my faith had always been steadfast;
The Lord above with mighty powers,
lifted my soul through daunting hours.

A sign appears in colored lights,
as rays of sun now shining bright;
Deliver rainbows from heaven's nest,
which heal the ache inside my chest.

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.

As the embers glow in the roaring hearth,
my mind takes me far away;
To memories of a love so full,
I can feel it every day.

We cherished every moment like this,
warming cozily by the fire;
Our kisses deep as were our thoughts,
with care and intimacy inspired.

Until I knew that kind of love,
my life had never been whole;
And then you came to me one night,
with your happy, joyful soul.

Then years flew by as they often do,
and we traveled across the seas;
Your gentleness and kindness,
were like a welcome autumn breeze.

Then one day you tried to drive,
upon a high and snowy hill;
The blizzard raged and you were lost,
leaving me desolate as I am still.

So I light this fire every single night,
to reach you in the heavens;
But the embers fade and float away,
without your sweet protection.

One day I'll sit and wonder if,
you can see me while I wait;
To join a heart that captured mine,
beyond the sun through God's holy gate.

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 ?

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.

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 sweet refrains.

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.

The lovely trees of autumn shine,
in fields of majestic glory;
It's heaven's way to give the world,
a pure and glowing story.

While whistling winds intrude upon,
the corners of our minds;
And the gentle breezes blow afar,
each colored leaf aligns.

As the trembling branches of the trees,
shed all their crinkled leaves;
The bounty of a sacred world,
brings nature to its knees.

The northern winds blow heavily,
with frost and chilly air;
And soon the days of winter rise,
as snowflakes dance in pairs.

Remember how the whistles sing,
a tune of changing seasons;
From God above Who tells the tale,
with faith, and hope and reason.

My mirrored reflection begins the story,
that hearkens back to ancient glory;
In the ageless wonder of fantasy,
my face seems smooth with smiles carefree.

If under the sun I call my name,
the wisps of clouds fly away in shame;
Forever the brightest star I'll be,
like the leaf of an autumnal tree.

Slipping back to current reality,
my rugged skin seems foreign to me;
I never thought of growing older,
I only believed in becoming bolder.

So where in the world did my life go ?
is it hiding under the hills of snow ?
Or perhaps a vibrant dance to the sea,
where everything seems wild and free ?

I guess it's such as others proclaim,
the solitary voice which speaks our name;
Is the one which only the Lord God knows,
in a gift of love from so long ago.

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.

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 streets covered with snow and sleds,
children no longer lying in cozy beds;
Sleep is a waste when the outdoors calls,
this new season brings merriment to all !

Spinning like tops while skating on ponds,
seeing ourselves mirrored in icy lawns;
Snow-forts built with love and care,
frost nips away in the clean crisp air.

Building a snowman up on the hill,
down feathers fight off the icy chill;
Sharing with friends many Christmas treats,
slipping and sliding to a jolly old beat !

Songs on high from the chirping birds,
cardinals calling out their sweetened words;
As an evergreen sits so majestic and tall,
a welcome wonderland of joy for one and all !

Checking all the doors before I sleep,
locked up in a cage of apprehension;
The clock soon chimes at midnight's hour,
with only sounds of hostility and dissension.

In my mind I struggle with the truth,
which eludes me in a breathless manner,
The souls of hell surround my weary stance,
and awaken nerves releasing raucous banter.

How did I wind up here in mass rejection,
instead of wandering toward the holy grail ?
And believing I was wise beyond my years,
such arrogance had prompted me to fail.

With age and life's experiences we can learn,
that hopeless situations won't be endless;
And pressing onward toward enlightened paths,
our Wills absorb the fears of wanton pretense.

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.

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 ?

From multitudes of silent screams,
to quiet whispers that prevail;
In empty clouds of wisdom's offerings,
forming hollow sounds which always fail.

Crackling fires of warmth bring comfort,
to those abandoned in the cold;
And join the sharpened tongues of anger,
destroying tales from days of old.

The ageless relics that are left behind,
which challenge modern edification;
Soon enter into mass communion,
defying each promised revelation.

While shouts of horror dissipate,
dissolving into scattered mists;
Our minds concoct another way,
to wound and shatter ancient myths.

Conspiring to expel the varied notions,
which tear us apart without emotion;
This energy that steals away our souls,
leaves mortality to feast upon the whole.

Mysterious flights of fancy take their aim,
deterring wishes to arrive in hopeful gain;
And sensing all emotions which arouse,
by exploring every truth in future's vows.

While cloaked in purple shadows' wrath,
the strong will seek a never-ending path;
Which prevents all doubts of everlasting light,
to invoke clear answers to anxieties of the night.

Distant voices carry on relentless rhymes,
as disappointments mount in forward time;
Each soul will suffer all its lonely wants,
when searching in a field of garish haunts.

If only we could see what lies ahead,
perhaps the days would pass without the dread;
Of life completely wrapped in mystery,
the terms of which are guarded preciously.

As gusts of air grow swiftly,
and the rain begins to fall;
There are lessons written on the wind,
to find love's everlasting call.

Heartache flies from wavering trees,
and settles down into the soil;
That builds the love of family,
with years of blood, sweat and toil.

Despite the racing clouds above,
as the lightning strikes our souls;
It's sheer wonder to find solace,
and grace that makes us whole.

And as the words fly desperately,
among this solemn scene;
They find a way to touch our hearts,
with a soft romantic gleam.

So if the storm is at your door,
don't run from its missives' mark;
To clean all the wounds of heartbreak,
and revive love's eternal spark.

The way I feel about her now,
brings teardrops to my eyes;
We were so close then fell away,
because of silly words and lies.
Honesty, integrity, best policies, we say,
But the rules of life simply fell apart;
and our friendship didn't stay.

Now I watch those yellow roses,
opening up in my backyard;
I once heard they meant love of friends,
but they nearly break my heart.

Life's too brief to quarrel,
yet often we just do;
If only a rose could solve the hurt,
we'd always see it through !

Yellow roses are a gift from God,
and we should never shun;
The chance to heal the painful stain,
to start again, shining in the sun !