There once was a young girl,
Shy and pretty, but unaware of her grace.
On late summer days she gazed up to the sky,
Trying to slow down worlds enormous pace.

She understood there was more outside,
Than poppy fields and hazy clouds,
while most people blindly joined life's crazy ride,
She resolved to walk without the crowd.

On her untapped path she spotted a flower,
Blue and lovely as she has never seen it before.
For flowers blooming in unexpected places she swore,
Are the most beautiful ones holding the greatest power.

there has been growth.
in this fall into graveyards.

(ways of dying)

from gospel of mind.
fakira.

As a child I'd dream of running away,
Nigh unto winter and not too far,
From Dad’s and Mom's, where I used to play
But which was now bitten hard.
A barn in a field was just one dream,
An old one where no one ever came.
Delight by myself, attainable seemed,
Where I could rest and collect my name.
Russet woods and graying woods,
Fueled fantasy and desire,
For simple things must do some good,
In corrupt towns, soul is renewed by fire.

It was fall when I fell for you
Gazing at hillsides of varied hue,
Red-headed girls in saffron dresses
Coming to give me hugs and kisses,
Moving in droves from outcrops and ridges
Crossing the valleys and brooks without bridges.

You of all were most fair,
Your hair
Piled like clouds at sunrise,
Passion and excitement fierce
Burnt in your gray-blue eyes,
Particles of light aglow
Surrounded you in a mist
That totally enveloped me
Every time we kissed.

Now, you tease me like a breeze
And hear what I don't say
I throw my troubles in your fire:
They're gone
And joy remains.

What I most love about life
is the love that I've been given
It's only as I've got older and
each season that passes
my appreciation for life
seems to flourish like
a warm sun on a hot August
day where kids play outside
and birds fly in sky
and trees stand tall like
heros displaying a glorious
picture to fester nicely
in my mind to help shoo
away a cold winter day.
Dam I love the summer
and I love my family and
no matter what life throws
my way i get a little sad
but hey , tis just a normal
reaction , life is for living
even if reading a book is
your most beautiful interest
as long as it makes you happy
then that's okay , its all bout
relaxing enjoying and loving
the best at what life can give us.