The sun rises in your smile
I see the moon in your eyes
Awakens my thoughts for awhile
Shining through your saddening cries

The wind blows over the subtle contours of your face
Absconding with the salt from your dried up tears
Leaving no evidence of the fevered chase
That never had ceased after all these years

The feel of summer heats up my lonely heart
With the touch of your lovely innocence
The expanse of the ocean couldn't keep us apart
Seeing your glowing eyes is worth a million presents

But that would be all the season could bear to offer
Tides would elope to the flute tune played by the moon
I'd waylay this day to stave off the coming of another
I'd freeze this day eternal knowing tomorrow would come too soon

When gentle breezes turn into gale,
     remember that you will prevail.

       You may tear at these pages daily,
in search of peace and tranquillity.
   Planting hope and scattering wishes,
    Spilling blood in smears and blemishes...
       Flying out of the dark on
     wings of birds.
       Bridging the rippling void through
           severed words.

                Seeking...
             Reaching...
               Imploring...
            Writing...

     Be not wary of eyes that speak.
  Be not afraid of mouths that leak.

Know that our scribbles are only
   sacred to us.
       Emotions and thoughts we
           bind and truss.

  What we put forth, we owe it to ourselves...
     Bits of us we've kept hidden in the
darkest rooms; atop the highest shelves.

You...
      are wielder of your mighty pen.
You...
      determine how far or long your
         words would span.

   Your words... They're precious gold.
Many or little; be them new or old.

So let drip your ink with little reservation...
  Let us grow from strength to strength
     as life teaches its lessons.

   Rise up and live on in these here pages,
     For here exist only
         freedom;
               not cages.

I hear you in my thoughts
I hear you in my dreams
That giddy laugh of yours
is everywhere it seems
Then when I turn
and reach for your smile
I find nothing
and all i can do is cry
What i wouldnt give
to lay with you awhile
and drink in
That beautiful smile
that even in death
never seems to die

I daydream
Till it becomes a real dream
Then I dream away my sadness
I dream away my fears
Then I dream away all my fathers unfallen tears
Till morning comes
Oh the morning that comes!
When life is not but others dream
Or a dream is not but anothers life

Your eyes
Like your own sun
glowing bright and hazel
every time they look upon me
I'm happy

Your voice
Like a blue bird
sweet and lulling
every time I hear it
I melt

Your spirit
Like a childs
innocent and free
everytime I encounter you
I smile

How will I ever know
when will you reveal..
shall I..
Is this love?

Like a modest rose
Nobody sees
How beautiful
and fragrant I can be
They leave me out
out in the cold
looking in on the warmth I need to grow
Happiness
Laughter
Young love
And closeness
Something I’ll never know
being the rose
nobody wants
looking in
out in the cold