I sit alone
watching the waves crash….
Nature reflects God’s love for mankind
His creations lovingly defined.
His most spectacular creation
man, created in His reflection.
Proclivity that has been bestowed
Endearment that has often flowed.
Like gushing streams, flowering blossoms
Gurgling brooks, birds singing love anthems.
In the innocence of a young child’s eyes
A child’s laugh, a smile, hope empathized.
Emotional attachment reflects
As heart rules the head, the soul connects.
There lived a dog in India named Tory
He would do anything for fame and glory
He joined the circus
Made quite a ruckus
Thrown out, tail between his legs,a sorry story
a man gentle and kind
but so hard to find
like a needle in a haystack searching
in her heart, this hope nuturing
wishful thinking, it doesn’t hurt
with this idea to flirt
if wishes were horses, she’d still
wouldn’t be ridin one , for the kill
wild horses wouldn’t drag her away
from the heart’s mainstay
does this ideal really exist?
this perpetual dream, hard to persist
day and night
like conjoined twins
walk with me in my dreams
in a satiny night sky
with stars sparkling by
the moon giddy with delight
as we sleepwalk through the night
in the silence of deep slumber
our thoughts connect with each other
a dream walk mesmerizing
hearts with love’s glow blazing
this flame that is all embracing
let’s sleepwalk into each other’s dreams
get drenched in heavenly streams
where our feet will take us, I don’t know
holding hands, never wanting to let go
with you, I need to go all the way, though
I don’t want this night to ever end
let the daylight back to darkness bend
as we look into each other’s eyes
we know we have found a love so true
lets give our love its due
in my dreams, come walk with me
we don’t need nobody no more
to each other, let’s hold on to
walk the path…
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through the looking glass
in the timelessness
I sit staring vacantly into the fireplace, as my heart chases dreams that my mind is set to conquer. Flames leap into the air casting long forlorn shadows that seem to stretch forever into the walls. Crackling logs spurt sparks in the air, making little bursting sounds. Outside, the night is quietly chill, as the snow falls steadily, almost noiselessly, like soft white feet sinking into the ground.
brighten the darkening night–
white landscape dazzles
It is as if time has come to a standstill. I forget that the noise I hear is the tick tock of the Big Ben. I have not drawn the blinds yet and venture towards the window. I can see nothing through the frosted window pane.
snowflakes fall gently
wrapping the night in silver–
Eyes oozing anguish
Tormented mind unburdened
A mix of blood and tears pumped
Drenching the spirit
Storm of tears from a heart torn
Mending the tear to ease pain.