why do I feel as if everything has come to an end, even though there has been no beginning; the whispering winds cast its own burdens into my very soul, the black cat cast eerie shadow as it ran past me, as if in a hurry to catch the last train out of town! Do cats catch trains, my dismayed mind asked me, my soul why art thou quiet within me? I want to speak to none, for I am hurt and bruised from within for it looks like she has left me forever....

I lay on the green meadow
Watching the cotton candy clouds
Sailing by
Changing shapes at the will of the winds flowing by
Some of them looked like people I know
Some looked strange as can be
But one of them looked exactly like you when you gaze at me
Surprised I waved my hand
And it’s hand waved back at me
How did you manage to do that
Dear Lord am I living in fantasy...

Some believe in dragons
Some believe in fairies
I believe in the creator who
Made all of it
He walks ahead to prepare
My ways
I do fall man times a day
But He is always there to
Pick me up from the deepest
Of them all...

the breeze that blew the leaves away; no, I could not even sigh, thinking of what I missed that day; there could have been the misty air filled with fragrance I have never smelt, the maidens kerchief she dropped; wanting to be picked up by the village lad, who looked at her every day, as she passed by the bakers way; their eyes met a few times but did not have the courage to spell forth, friendships broken again, by that wind; that blew the kerchief away: the designs covered with autumn leaves that lay one by one like heavy sheaves, I did take that road one day to see it stepped on, ruffled beyond its days, since no one did or could pick it up, I picked it up and laid it on the bakers way! Came by the lad the same morning; found the kerchief, fragrance of the yellow and autumn woods, he turned to see the maiden stare wondering how he found her kerchief there!

I walked away to write the new brewing romance of the day....

From dust I came
With how much love
And tender care
He would have made
This frame with plans of welfare
So does it matter
That I am covered with sin
For I am covered with His blood
Every breath I am being perfected
For life with him in mansions
Prepared by His hands
Eternity to be with Him...

She was found in the very act!
She could not be forgiven,
The world wanted to stone
her to death; but the Lord
said, he who has never sinned,
Cast the first stone; there was none,
They all left, He asked her to go
and no more sin; live a life that
is pleasing in His sight, so, let’s never judge for He will judge  each of us one day, and let’s be fair to all...

Don’t tell me blue is just a color and not a feeling, I feel wretched, alone, depressed inside out; no way of escape, dejection’s shame, lost,  unfulfilled, all utter chaos in this frame: how do I get out of this, do not know; only the good Lord has answers so Lord help me out of this storm of sorrows...