gray waves roll to rest
I think on that which is kind
the golden sunrise
life will deal me its lemons
I'll keep making lemonade

paradise
just beyond the eyes
where pain lies
captive beneath the veil
of heaven's spell

sleep well
where sorrows drown
in seas of light
the tears abandoned
in our saviors arms

slumber unharmed
a cloud latched on
the supple breast
of shinning stars
rest in peace my love

and know
you will always have a place
here in our hearts
and in our memories
until we meet again

Aunt Mae, you are deeply missed!
Love your neice,

Emotions: I love them because it means I feel, and I hate them beacuse it means I feel.

3 a.m. darkness
the creaking of doors opening
my restless mind

as I live and breathe
I will choose to be kind to
others and to self

Fugitives of time,
not defined or limited
by our past mistakes,
we broaden our horizons,
soar on wings of forgiveness.
Let"s escape the path
of fear and resistance,
meet in the middle,
life of fugitve ending
in the embrace of the heart.

Cage
melts gold
into rust,
the soul decaying
under iron,

we must learn to let go
the weight of sorrow,
for like birds
its beauty thrives
on being free.

Worry not
of broken halos,
blow it to hell,
fallen angel,
forgive yourself;

lift your wings,
for all burdens
of our faults
are made light
in the arms of love.