You make me smile.
You make me laugh.
You make me feel alive.
You make my world complete.
You've given my smile back.
You've given my eyes their twinkle.
You've given my heart the mending that it needed.
You've given my tears a reason to appear.
Your smile lightens the darkest hour.
Your laughter express how you feel.
Your eyes show the depth of you.
Your touch awakens the sleepy.
Your mind excites me.
Your lips tease mine to a fever.
Your fingers electrify where they touch.
Your scent lingers even when you not near.
Acknowledgements
To those that aren’t here to read my shared words, I miss you deeply.
To those who share my words thank you.
22 May 2013
15 May 2013
"Morning”
In the morning the birds will sing.
In the morning the stars go to sleep.
In the morning the moon wakes the sun.
In the morning the world is a buzz.
In the morning things will look better.
In the morning things will seem clear.
In the morning the sun will shine.
In the morning the sky will be blue.
In the morning we have things to do.
In the morning we have so much time.
In the morning we leave things till tomorrow.
In the morning, doesn't come for all.
In the morning life will be new.
In the morning your eyes will shine.
In the morning your tears will have dried.
In the morning my arms will hold you.
In the morning a smile for the first cup of coffee.
In the morning a cuddle to get the blood flowing.
In the morning a soft kiss to warm the heart.
In the morning a slow and long yawn to waken the brain.
In the morning everything is such a wonderful dream.
In the morning the stars go to sleep.
In the morning the moon wakes the sun.
In the morning the world is a buzz.
In the morning things will look better.
In the morning things will seem clear.
In the morning the sun will shine.
In the morning the sky will be blue.
In the morning we have things to do.
In the morning we have so much time.
In the morning we leave things till tomorrow.
In the morning, doesn't come for all.
In the morning life will be new.
In the morning your eyes will shine.
In the morning your tears will have dried.
In the morning my arms will hold you.
In the morning a smile for the first cup of coffee.
In the morning a cuddle to get the blood flowing.
In the morning a soft kiss to warm the heart.
In the morning a slow and long yawn to waken the brain.
In the morning everything is such a wonderful dream.
01 May 2013
“Bed Time Story”
I hear music as you move about the house.
I hear the soft patter of your feet.
I hear the clock chime eight.
I hear you getting ready for bed.
I feel my heart beating faster in the knowing.
The look of contentment spreads over your face.
The feel of cool sheets makes you shiver.
The way you curl up to me, the coldness is soon gone.
The smile you give melts my resolve.
The soft kiss is enough to make my blood simmer.
The bedtime story slowly forms in my mind.
The magic weaving in and around the words as they are spoken.
The night is been drawn across the sky.
The stars are blinking away.
The moon has started to sail towards the horizon.
The warmth of you heats the bed.
The sandman is visiting, sprinkling his dust in your eyes.
The magic of the bed time story is awakened by the sandman’s dust.
You travel to the dream-scape living out the bed time story.
Slowly the sands of time move and it is time for you to return.
Sadly you feel the traveller pull you back from your dream-scape.
You awaken with a feeling of restfulness wonder at the lingering dream.
The bedtime story is old and cold now.
The magic that was woven by the words is slowly fading.
The night is drawing the dawn closer and closer.
The stars are one by one blinking asleep.
The moon has sailed across the horizon too.
The warmth of the bed grows cooler without you.
Till the next bed time story is formed.
Till magic is weaved into the words.
Till the words float in the air to be heard.
Till the sandman visits again.
Till you slumber and travel to the dream-scape.
Till then let the last bed time story keep you enthralled.
I hear the soft patter of your feet.
I hear the clock chime eight.
I hear you getting ready for bed.
I feel my heart beating faster in the knowing.
The look of contentment spreads over your face.
The feel of cool sheets makes you shiver.
The way you curl up to me, the coldness is soon gone.
The smile you give melts my resolve.
The soft kiss is enough to make my blood simmer.
The bedtime story slowly forms in my mind.
The magic weaving in and around the words as they are spoken.
The night is been drawn across the sky.
The stars are blinking away.
The moon has started to sail towards the horizon.
The warmth of you heats the bed.
The sandman is visiting, sprinkling his dust in your eyes.
The magic of the bed time story is awakened by the sandman’s dust.
You travel to the dream-scape living out the bed time story.
Slowly the sands of time move and it is time for you to return.
Sadly you feel the traveller pull you back from your dream-scape.
You awaken with a feeling of restfulness wonder at the lingering dream.
The bedtime story is old and cold now.
The magic that was woven by the words is slowly fading.
The night is drawing the dawn closer and closer.
The stars are one by one blinking asleep.
The moon has sailed across the horizon too.
The warmth of the bed grows cooler without you.
Till the next bed time story is formed.
Till magic is weaved into the words.
Till the words float in the air to be heard.
Till the sandman visits again.
Till you slumber and travel to the dream-scape.
Till then let the last bed time story keep you enthralled.
02 April 2013
"Love unconditionally"
Love should never be conditional. In the absence of love there is hope, hope should never replace love.
Love is like water in your hands the more you grasp at it the more it slips away.
The wider your fingers are the faster it flows.
The moment you cradle it in cupped hands the more stable it becomes and then the overflow isn't lost but shared with others.
The water that is in your hands is free to move. Sometimes it isn't yours to hold onto.
I hope you find your balance.
Love is like water in your hands the more you grasp at it the more it slips away.
The wider your fingers are the faster it flows.
The moment you cradle it in cupped hands the more stable it becomes and then the overflow isn't lost but shared with others.
The water that is in your hands is free to move. Sometimes it isn't yours to hold onto.
I hope you find your balance.
16 February 2013
"In and Out -ward"
Inner peace
Eternal love
Radiant joy
These are shared
Inward we feel
Outward we express
Inward we seek
Outward we see
Inner peace
Eternal Love
Radiant joy
I share these with me
Inward we hurt
Outward we hide
Inward we are
Outward we show
Inner peace
Eternal love
Radiant joy
These I share with you
Inward is a hole
Outward is whole
Inward hate seethes
Outward love is seemed
Inner peace
Eternal love
Radiant joy
These I hope you share with me
Inward we may travel
Outward we go places
Inward we dream
Outward we stream
Inner peace
Eternal love
Radiant joy
Sharing these is true
Inward we heal
Outward we shine
Inward we are whole
Outward there is no hole
Inner peace
Eternal love
Radiant joy
Sharing all is worth the time
Eternal love
Radiant joy
These are shared
Inward we feel
Outward we express
Inward we seek
Outward we see
Inner peace
Eternal Love
Radiant joy
I share these with me
Inward we hurt
Outward we hide
Inward we are
Outward we show
Inner peace
Eternal love
Radiant joy
These I share with you
Inward is a hole
Outward is whole
Inward hate seethes
Outward love is seemed
Inner peace
Eternal love
Radiant joy
These I hope you share with me
Inward we may travel
Outward we go places
Inward we dream
Outward we stream
Inner peace
Eternal love
Radiant joy
Sharing these is true
Inward we heal
Outward we shine
Inward we are whole
Outward there is no hole
Inner peace
Eternal love
Radiant joy
Sharing all is worth the time
"Lonesome"
Lonesome is sad
Lonesome is tired
Lonesome is alive
Lonesome is fear
Lonesome is why
Lonesome is inside
Lonesome is me
Lonesome is without love
Lonesome is true
Oh lonesome why, oh why are with me even when I wish you weren't
Love is joy
Love is sad
Love is mine
Love is alive
Love is why
Love is inside
Love is me
Love is true
Oh love why, oh why aren't you with lonesome, like you are with me.
Lonesome is tired
Lonesome is alive
Lonesome is fear
Lonesome is why
Lonesome is inside
Lonesome is me
Lonesome is without love
Lonesome is true
Oh lonesome why, oh why are with me even when I wish you weren't
Love is joy
Love is sad
Love is mine
Love is alive
Love is why
Love is inside
Love is me
Love is true
Oh love why, oh why aren't you with lonesome, like you are with me.
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