When we cross the river of light, so bright,
Leaving shadows cast by the fading night,
Will burdens dissolve, like mist in the morn?
Will worries be whispers, forever unborn?

A current of peace, will it carry us on?
To meadows of solace, where worries are gone?
Will doubts be forgotten, like stars dimmed by day?
Replaced by a knowing, that lights up the way?

On that luminous shore, will we finally see
The answers we've craved, eternally?
Will hearts overflow, with love pure and deep,
As we cross the river of light and softly sleep?

As long as we know the compass spins true,
North may wander, but the heart will pursue.
Detours and storms may test us along the way,
But hand in hand, we'll find a brighter day.

Though shadows lengthen, doubts may take their stand,
As long as we know love lights the shifting sand,
We'll build a beacon, a fortress warm and bright,
Guiding each other through the darkest night.

For even when lost, a whisper can ignite,
As long as we know, together we take flight.

The wind whispers secrets through skeletal trees,
As we walk in the haunted rain, down lonely knees
Of cracked pavement. Each drop a whispered plea
From restless spirits, unseen eternally.

Headstones like teeth jut from the sodden ground,
Moss-covered whispers, a mournful, chilling sound.
Lightning cracks a sky, a fleeting, ghastly grin,
Reflecting in puddles where phantoms dance within.

Our footsteps echo, a hollow, rhythmic beat,
Accompanied by whispers, both mournful and sweet.
Is it just the rain, or a sigh on the breeze?
We walk in the haunted rain, hearts ill at ease.

dear God almighty
you are
the
willow in the wind
who
dwells
in
the
soul
of
a tiny grain of sand
still
He has the whole world
in the palm of His hands

From Harlem's pulse, a symphony untold,
Stories etched in a brownstone, dreams unfold.
Streetlamps pierce the twilight, jazz ignites,
Hope flickers, a flame against the nights.

Laughter rings on stoops where neighbors meet,
Gospel choirs rise, voices strong and sweet.
Stony sidewalks hold a million strides,
Asphalt dreams where destiny confides.

Stars peek through the rooftops, reaching high,
A silent promise whispered to the sky.
From Harlem's struggle, a spirit takes flight,
Soaring upwards, bathed in heavenly light.

A crimson bloom upon her face,
Her lips were a promise, full of grace.
Cherry red, a tempting sight,
A beacon sweet, in gentle light.

A silent call, a whispered plea,
To taste the fruit, the mystery.
Desire stirs, a blush unseen,
In hopes of what might lie between.

Are words unspoken waiting there?
A secret shared, a love to share?
Cherry red, a kiss untold,
A story waiting to unfold.

Love builds her castles, grand and tall,
On shifting shores, at danger's call.
With seashells bright and whispered vows,
She carves her dreams in fleeting vows.

Towers reach high, with flags unfurled,
A fragile kingdom in this world.
But tides will turn, the waves will crash,
Love's sandcastle crumbles in a flash.

Yet hearts rebuild, with hope's refrain,
For love, undaunted, builds again.
Though waves may wash, and dreams may wane,
Love's castles rise, to dance with rain.