Bluebirds dance gracefully,
Cardinals sing a symphony.
Announcing the return,
Of thee.

Righteous may be thy soul,
Kind may be thy heart.
What we ask of you,
Where art thou heart?

Harps ring beyond the flowers,
Of scarlet lovers.
Might the rose be thy veil?
Thy weddings renewal.

Bonded by Matrimony.
It shall be so.

Stories bind,
When pen hits paper.

Novels appear,
When fingers hit keyboard.

My mind dances with stories,
Of the just and unknown.
Whether or not it will make a book,
I may never know.

I cast my shine
far back into the
darkest of times.

I'm looking for
the reason,
a word,
the moment that
will complete
this next line.

I'm rummaging
like a wino in
the trash for
something worth
salvaging.

I'll pull out a
worthy memory
like a rabbit
by the ears.
Lay it all out
letter by
let down by
shinning moment.

That feeling which
is this hole
in my
chest where love
once lived begins
to fill
with every line
completed.

I began to smile
and soon feel
whole.

Each one completed
is another one
ended.
And once again
I began to
panic.

To those who wait.
Behind those gates.

Fear what comes,
From darkness' ways.

It will consume the purest heart,
Cascading you down into the dark.

As you are born,
Live your life to the fullest.
Fear is alive.

Even a fool would believe this.

My love, My dear.
Grow strong in yourself.
Dont allow darkness.
To take your soul...