There are secrets in the woods there are whispers in the breeze The gathering has an opinion and that is the whispers aren't Chinese. They have all had their say It is the talk among the trees If they are not careful this talk will bring them to their knees. It is like they are playing a game and it has been deemed checkmate the talk is in the thick of the wood an it told it to them straight. From twig to branch from each and every little leaf the talk is just a whisper and that is the belief.
Lavender perfumes the air And chamomile clouds Drift amid The midnight sky And sweet dreams Grace her repose So easy It seems To stay lost In sweet dreams… No matter how Wondrous those Dreams may be It’s time to wake up Sleeping Beauty And make your Dreams come true.
If he loves me... ...or not...no matter I will stay rooted in his memory I planted seeds of my touch, my scent and my kiss.... My voice will stay in the breeze Whispering his name through the trees
They remain to germinate within him When at those dormant offhand moments He needs a bit of my smile for sunshine :)
I repeat Words peacefully As my mind becomes The flickering candle As flame grows, my shadow dances with me. My body reshapes- I burn once again As my wick Forms the words repeatedly "Enlighten".