A sparkling Fourth of July

Its a Star-Spangled kind of day.

Diamonds In The Dark,

Diamonds in the sky,

Every heart beats true, 

For the Red, White and Blue.

Fireworks fun,

Fireworks frenzy,

A high flying flag,

Far up in the blue.

Oh say you can see,

All stars, stripes and smiles.

For Hip Hip Hooray,

It's Independence Day.

The land of the free ,

And home of the brave. 

America, America!

My soul and my heart.

Oh American spirit, 

The land that I Love.  

To wonder about wandering mist

Maybe you are never alone,

Maybe you never wander on your own,

Maybe you are walking in a forest, or by a peaceful river.

Angels always surround you, and maybe friends are always there.

But maybe too dark a place makes it difficult to see, to not see.

To see what is not there, and to not see what is there...

Maybe someone lights up a candle just for you,

and candle light goes a long long way,

But candle lights dont last that long, do they?

And so if you must walk in a dark place,

maybe next time, bring the light with you.

High trees catch lots of wind

When you have lost your strength, he will keep you moving.
When you have lost your way, he will guide you there.
And when you have lost all your courage, he will take your fear.
Like a bird with broken wings, he will always remind you that it is not how high you fly but the song you sing.

A Sun set to rise

Live by the sun,
Love by the moon.


The Sun loves Earth,
As the Moon loves the Sun.
So when the night slowly wraps us,
The moon appears between the sun and earth.
In a dark embrace the sun begins to wander and dream.
As she ~set the stars rare beauty will lit up her sky until her ~rise comes again.

Mine is the night, with all his stars

At night the sky becomes very dark.
The clouds gather and thicken,
But the moon is very light.
Shining upon the stars,
he can see her smile.

The girl who hates goodbyes

Together,
Him and I made a goodbye letter.
We shred it into a million pieces and set it on fire,
I held the letter and he lit the match.
We watched it disappear with the wind as it's flame died down.
It left it's trace but it is better of gone.
Like a boat set to sail it would depart and fade,
And should it ever return, it will only be welcomed.

Heaven was dark for a very long time. But now the sun peeks and shines forth. Some rainclouds still pass by now and then, but they don't last as long. At least that is how I see it.
A Good bye from me, for me.

Waterfall of dreams

A porcelain cup painted with blossoms that touches lips which speak untruth, breaks its fragile shell into a thousand fragments. And the finest of tea falls onto the floor like a waterfall, each drop containing a dream.

The liveliest doll

Once there was a man dancing with a lifeless doll. A subway performer. His partner was a doll with crimson lips and legs as long as the sky. She was not real but for a moment she had taken life in this man’s arms. He breathed life into this doll. Together becoming one, their legs move in unison. His soul, his essence sailing into her, bringing her to life. ~ The liveliest doll there is.

Love is life

Love can never grow old,
Locks may lose their brown and gold,
Cheeks may fade and hollow grow,
But the hearts that love will know,
Never winter's frost and chill,
Summer's warmth is in them still.

I know my love can be heard

Every breeze that blows
brings your scent to me;
Every bird that sings
calls out your name to me;
Every dream that appears
brings your face to me;
Every glance at your face
has left its trace with me.

Harmonizing me

She adored him so passionately,
He was so godlike in her eyes;
and being, though untrained, instinctively refined,

her nature cried for his tutelary guidance.

Echoes of psychoanalysis

Taker of innly symbolism,

Defiler of my deepest secrets,
Reflect my life back at me,
Lift the unopened lid,
Unpack my heart of woes,

And retie my awry bows.

Remove the meanders of wail,

Moon lit mysteries of the mind,

Rooted in lady shaddow of lows,

You fight for me like no other,

Caringly to ocean-watch me sail.

The eloquence of woodpeckers

Woodpeckers of mistrust
spreading hazy dark dust,
in mist, hollow, delight,
I must not let them,
stray blossoms so bright

Childhood is the most beautiful season

Life is a dream full of treasures,

When little things become big pleasures.

If ever needed a free saviour's wing,

Kind angels; protect, smile and sing.

Thus the child in you can freely run,

Like warmth from the bright summer sun.

The bittersweet life

Don't ever give up

if you still want to try.

Don't ever wipe your tears

if you still want to cry.

Don't ever settle for an answer

if you still want to know.

Don't ever say you don't love

if you can't let go.

Life is a great school and teaches us lessons that could never be learned, by the soul, in any other way. We come here to experience both love and loss. Whatever is sweet in its happening, will be bitter when it ends or changes. Sadly, this is the reality that many people settle for, without a single thought on mounting it, when it is the steps you take afterwards that are the ones that determine what it turns into. That is what being courageous is; Courage is not the absence of fear, but the ability to move forward despite fear.

Timers turn colored leaves

Timers turn colored leaves,

as the sun she falls.

All the birds d o tweek,

Though some spread their wings

while others never peak.

Thus, their lives remain bleak.