I descended down the tired hill
My eyes glancing
At the distant stretches of earth
Dancing beyond the horizon.
It woes
Flashed upon my sight
Drawing my mind to a grand halt.
Everything looked sad.
The trees panned in solitude
Swirling slowly in mild destitute.
The river's mighty roar
Was reduced to mere whispers
As the waters rolled downstream.
The naked earth
Laid bare, oozing blood
As patches of man's bruising
Left a written page on it
For all to read.

Sorrowful tears may roll
Down your sunken cheek
As pain cruelly takes toll
On your vexed heart
Remember,
I will be here.

Seasons may roll
And your heart troll
Lazily beyond each pond
Of pain, frail and oblivion
Remember,
I will be here.

Ease you may seek
From a heart so meek
Gracious, sweet and sleek
Shinny in times so bleak
Remember,
I will be here.

I would love to be summer to your heart 
And autumn to brightly colour your days 
Winter too - in her graceful beauty 
And spring in all her glorious array 

I would love to be the summer rain 
That falls on you from an open sky 
Or the winter's welcome golden sun 
That warms and touches with a smile

I would love to be that blowing breeze 
That sings  the sweetest melodies 
The joy of seasons - that lifts the heart
Shielding you neath love's canopy

In this darkest of night
I solemnly lay
Eyes closed in deep contrition
In need of your hearts melody.

My thoughts wandering far and wide
In search of your ardent smile
My heart craving
For your loving eminence.

As your beauty
And sweet spirit fragrance
Flood my heartily realm
My heart leaps to a joyous carol

Gracious precious Grace
Gracious precious Grace
Gracious precious Grace
Is my gladly refrain.

Speak if it only improves upon the silence.

(As it's said)
Silence speaks louder than words.

The makings of a true bond
Zing felt at first sight
Is a quiescent yet blissful accord
Of two
To realize their hearts content.

It is said best when nothing is said at all.

A dream is a gushing rarity
Throbbing in explicable clarity.
It stretches the walls of imagination
To seamless leaps of pulsate stagnation.

It blows in a raging flight
Racing blindly upon each bend.
A prism to a faulty sight
To see  the beginning  from end.

It cuffs the voice of reason
And frees the mind from prison
To hover and graciously be blown
Forth vast wonderlands unknown.

It tricks the heart to please
And be happy in vanity.
That the sorrows  cease
And we awe in queer insanity.