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for the first touch of
our cosmic lips
as the galactic melodies
of
"you" and "I"
begin to intermingle
creating the
first movement of
intergalactic symphony
"Us."
We meet, poetic souls upon this stage,
with words we play and flirt, we joke and rage.
What we would reveal is oft concealed,
while what we would conceal is here revealed.
This little poem has been lurking as a Draft since 2010. It is what it is. I think it's time to let it have its moment of exposure to offer its insight. Enjoy!
When we meet,
my beloved,
I will embrace you
in God's love.
If God gives me words,
I will speak them to you.
If God is silent,
I will bless you
in that holy silence.
I am the rock
I am the water
I am the eagle
I am the sky
I am the sun
rising over the ocean
I am your joy
and the tears
that you cry
I am your joy
and the tears
that you cry

I am the seasons
and the rivers flowing
I am the salmon
I am the bear
I am the questions
I am the knowing
I am the answer
I am the prayer
Copyright 2019 by Michael S. Simpson.
All rights reserved by the author.
I'm watchin' the sunrise from over some coffee,
my rig's warming up in the cool morning air.
In just  a few minutes I'll head down the highway
runnin' for home and my love who's waiting there.

Chorus
She's my little bit of heaven,
she's the sparkle in my eyes.
She's the reason that I'm smiling.
I got to let her know before I ride

I pay up my tab and put on my old Stetson.
Steppin' outside, I reach for my phone.
My angel is waiting at the end of this long day.
I got to tell her before I head home.

Chorus:
You're my little bit of heaven, girl
you're the sparkle in my eyes
You're the reason that I'm smiling
I had to tell you so before I ride.

I've seen a lot of mornings on the big roads,
and I've driven through my share of lonely nights
Home was just a house all cold and empty,
now my angel waits in candle light.

Chorus:
She's my little bit of heaven.
She's the sparkle in my eyes
She's the reason that I'm smiling,
and I got to let her know before I ride,
yes I got to tell her so
before I ride.
Copyright 2019 by Michael S. Simpson
All rights reserved by the author.
The heart is a harp with trembling strings
standing in the open air
the breeze may come and play a song
for the listening soul to hear

I'll sing my song to you my friend.
Will you sing yours to me?
If you'll teach me how it goes,
I'll sing a harmony.

A song that's passed from friend to friend
flows from heart to heart , a stream
that gathers strength 'til it becomes
an anthem to our hopes and dreams.

We'll sing a world in peace at last,
free from hunger, hate and fear
we'll sing our tortured planet whole
the waters sweet and the air so clear.

Seems to me that peace will come
as more and more we learn to find
by doing as we'd be done to
we sing the very song of life.

Healing songs can fill the world
and every creature find relief,
just sing along to love's sweet song,
and you'll become the peace.
Copyright 2019 by Michael S. Simpson
All rights reserved by the author.
May be used by permission
Fire in the sky,
bright as a million suns,
woke me from a dream this morning.
Brilliant blazing light
vaporized my night.
All of my nightmares started burning.

Burn away, burn away,
burn down the stronghold of my deepest fears!
Burn away, burn away,
burn away the prisons
of a million years,
burn away the shadows of my tears!

Deep within the flame
thunder calls my name
rumbling from the heart of life's power,
"I give this light to you
to see your vision through
I am the essence of your deepest desire
I am the spirit of your fire."

Burn away, burn away
burn down the stronghold of my deepest fears!
burn away, burn away,
burn down the prison of a million years,
burn away the shadows of my tears!
burn away the shadows of my tears!
burn away the shadows of my tears!
Copyright 2019 by Michael S. Simpson
All rights reserved by the author.
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