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If where your own name can follow, gleams a star
Cast in the beginning of your days
Warmly hailing you there from afar
Then from the sky you should
Not hide away

Should the world call you one in a million
Yet in their eyes, set you aside
Should you judge yourself to be barren
And from that gleaming star
Would you hide

If in regions, you are known as the gate
Opening to thought and reason
Will you not that star await
Believing firm
In your own season

Should you grow tired and weary of your fate
Of always swimming in deep waters
Would it be fair to shut the gate
And just whose life
Would you alter

If you are perplexed by, where life leads you
Know you now that you are not alone
Keep that gleaming star in view
And that gate open
With your heart’s stone
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
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If it is not the flame of Time’s passion stirring
By what other name can it be called
When roses suddenly bring
Winter’s coldest days
To thaw

Sad eyes give but half a kiss imprisoned
In a cold embraceless Spring
No flowers in the sun
Do Winter roses
Bring

Does Old Nature smile while sweetly singing
With no need to look with any doubt
At the roses Summer’s bringing
Knowing
They are devout
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
When he tells me all is quiet, we sail so fast
Into the whispers of the night
Far now into a flood that branches past
The pearls we string that dance
Within our light

Always clinging close above our silent thoughts
Are wings that cheer our pearls so rare
Joy cherished that cannot be bought
Sails into the whispers
Of love so fair

Where he begins, my body softly swings
Embracing our single strand
Placing pearls that shine and sing
As our love demands
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
Through all the thunder breathing from the past
A peaceful glow I will retain
Like a babe slipping into dreams at last
This gentle smile
I maintain

I greet the sweetest sun with this gentle smile
As my tasks I take to hand
Unshaken by that thunder breathing
Or the space in my heart
It demands

I would stir dry leaves if need be each day
If this glow I could not find
Searching for that which my peace arrays
To leave this thunder
Fast behind

So come on thunder breathing from the past
This gentle smile you cannot steal
Breathe upon me and you will find at last
That your breath
I cannot feel
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
Even as you leave my presence, I must collect my heart
And softly weave my memories one by one
On the edges, they quietly sit apart
Until I say to myself
I am done

If the ocean could overhear, the memories I recall
I could throw a net reaching out for miles
Capture every bit of love as it falls
To join the lines of our hearts
In my smile

All along the blue skies, in the shadows of the sun
Inside of these memories, I could spend days
Traveling through my heart’s caverns
Inhaling a touch left trailing
Of the things you say

Even as you leave my presence, I must collect my heart
Draw back time enough to sweetly examine
The joy all these memories will impart
Until I say to myself
I am done
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
I am able without a doubt
To take whatever comes my way
Because I believe that I hear a shout
Which says “I Can” every day

When all hope is shattered, it seems
And I am in the stress of strife
I will still lift my chin and chase my dreams
In this battle, I call “My Life”

I will not wait until tomorrow comes
To do what must be done
Because there is no “Can’t”
Where I come from
I am as faithful as our sun

I do not believe that the world is to blame
For my grief or cares
And I do not think a single soul
Should feel ashamed
If my load is more than theirs

I bravely walk along a path I call my own
Not a step, do I take in fear
“I Can” is the name of my song
And I will sing it
Even
Through my tears
Copyright *Neva Flores Smith @2010
The evening moon shines down turning her ear to long ago
Listening for a weary spirit that walks unheard
She smiles to herself as if she knows
Why those clouds drifting by
Say not a word

These silent hours fill all the earth and sky revealing
All the past and future’s passions
Yet, that evening moon for these feelings
Has no interest as she listens
In her own fashion

A weary spirit walks by unheard in these silent hours
Trying with certain steps not to speak
Smiling to himself as he holds wisdom’s showers
In those clouds drifting by
In silent streaks

The evening moon may turn her ear to long ago
To hear that which walks unheard
But if she has no interest in what she does not know
All those clouds drifting by
Will not say a word
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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