The world is a poem written in dreams
Daily reminders, packed with rhyme schemes
Through the past, and the present, and future in parts;
Each vying for Truth in good and dark hearts.

So lift up your pen and use it with grace
Erase the flaws and weaknesses of the human race
Should we all contribute but one single verse
I’ll write on your heart if you write on mine first.

But be careful not to write too hard,
For it might pierce the skin
And leave a big scar, for the hearts skin is thin
Be gentle and kind as you would want done onto you
Because the piercing of the heart can seep all the way through

Hand to me a flower
And I’ll hand to you my heart
Straight from the beginning
Right from the very start
It’s a special kind of moment
When innocence is bliss
The years when things were simple
A time I sorely miss
When children were delightful
No judgement towards mankind
Just a small subtle reminder
That our hearts were open wide
We were kind to one another
There was no race or creed
When our hearts were full of gentle love
And it was so well received

Ocean come and ocean go

There’s little need for fear

Swept under the undertow

As waves crash against the pier

The suns off in the distant view

Nighttime drawing near

Clouds of a gray and an orange hue

As the sun sets, and disappears

You can go where you want to go

Leave your worries all behind

You just have to let your imagination show

In the corners of your mind

Whether young or whether old

You might be unaware

Just free your thoughts because you never know

The adventures you could share