White dove gone,
Black raven flies.
Takes you under wing and makes you better,
Like mother to son
Or friend that is no longer.

The pain in me
I give to thee.
The hurt I feel
I cannot deal.
My heart and soul
Put into a bowl
Can be shattered,
Or squashed like batter.
I see stars above
And it feels like love
But it is not love,
It is a dove.
Flying high in the sky
Waving its wing, goodbye.
A bullet stray
Love goes away
Saying one last goodbye
Love now die.

Watching from the

Shadows as I see the

Stars above


Whispering to me

Waiting for the chance to

Be.


To be. To be.

To be great. But not yet. Soon.

Soon.

A whisper of a thousand words;
Flying through the night;
Each spoken syllable, a glimmer of hope;
With you by my side.

A guitar plays in the distance;
Strumming a small tune;
Bringing much joy, predicting whats to come;
A future coming soon.

On the grand stage they sit;
Hear a piano ping;
Smiles all around, humming abroad;
A pretty song to sing.

Then the sound of the drums clash;
Portraying a steady beat;
Giving me life, the music begins;
We silently take a seat.

The conductor and the symphony;
The sound hovers above;
You take my hand, I kiss your lips;
To the tune of love.

Warm blankets
Like a snuggled cat
Warming the heart of those who observe

A cool breeze wisps in
Making the air chilly and crisp
But warm under the warmth of the blanket

Eyes closed
Whiskers twitch with comfort
And happiness

This is warmth and
Soft like
Warm Blankets