Someone Loves You.....

Brush the journey from your brow
The sorrow from your eye
There’s a new day waiting now
A dance for you and I
Shake the slumber from your mind
And disappointment too
Look up, look up and you will find
Someone loves you

Sentimental echoes tune
The pages of the past
But there is blue beyond the moon
And night approaching fast
The canvas of unwritten song
Glimmers in the dew
Look up; look up, the day is young
And Someone love you

Night breathes in the thread of dawn
Hatred vies with love
Past and present soon are one
And so the forces move
A soulful melody awaits
A sigh of ethereal blue
Look up look up to heavens gates
For Someone loves you

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Be Still.....

Be still
Let the mask of the day
Slip away….

Be still
Let the silence render
Her touch, sad and tender…

Be still…….
On terrestrial wings
Heaven sings….

Be still…….
Justice will have her day
Be still, and pray

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Truth.....

He told her that he loved her
And he tried real hard
He brought her flowers
And he mowed the yard
He whispered ‘sweetheart’
When the night was still
But he could not forget….
…against his will

He did not weep
At least not by day
But when she was asleep
Memories would prey
Silent and secret
The tears he shed
She could never be the one
That he could not forget

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Holding On....

She holds on to the pain
A bitter curse
Yet living without it
Would be worse
Unshed tears can burn for years
She knows it’s true
But it’s all that she has left
To hold on to

She holds on to the pain
Sweet agony
There’s comfort in the wind
And misery
She wears her chosen sorrows
Like a cloak
Clinging to the fragments
Of her hope

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Twilight...

I see the twilight spilling
Out across the summer fields tonight
A cradle warm and willing
Holding on to softly fading light
I hear the music falling
Heaven’s mandolin in golden tones
And I hear Autumn calling
In dusty pink upon the cobblestones

Seems I’ve quickly reached the hour
Where I’m more than satisfied
Just to watch the sleepy flower
In the glowing even-tide
Seems I’ve found fulfillment
With a wee girl at my knee
Drinking in the stillness
Of a twilight melody

I hear the truth in tender whispers
Everything Time gives it will retrieve
Ah, Time is but a flicker and a vapor
A little summer and a little winter’s eve
I see the twilight creeping
Out across the summer fields tonight
But there’s no use in weeping
As another day slips out of sight….

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Unbearable.....

Loving him

The most beautiful thing

She has ever done

Wild rivers run

Home-fires glow

Within her soul

At last she knows

She is whole

Dreams spawn

More dreams

To love and cherish

But it seems

These dreams

Will perish

Loving him

Wild rivers run

The most unbearable thing

She has ever done

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Easy.....

He’s working two jobs
He won’t be home tonight
Things are a little rough
And the money’s tight
She tucks in the children
Listens to their prayers
Says an extra one
For every dad out there
Who longs to be at home
But life had other plans
And the bills just keep on coming
So he does the best he can
Who said love is easy…..

She holds on to his memory
She’s not sure where he is
He just said he was leaving
In search of happiness
He told her he stilled loved her
But the thrill of it was gone
He needed time to think it over
Would she be okay alone?
Well that was in September
Over two long years ago
All she does is remember
For she still loves him so
Who said love is easy…..

He stood with His head bowed
Tears upon his cheek
As hate surged through the crowd
He stood; gentle and meek
Though He pleaded “I am Love”
They cried “Crucify”
Though He wept to God above
He knew He came to die
And as they nailed Him to a cross
He cried out, “God, forgive”
Suffering every means of loss
So that man may live
Who said love is easy…..

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Where Has Summer Gone?

It echoes in the bustling street
It sighs on every tongue
It creaks within the rusty gate
And in the weathered bone
It shouts out from the painted hill
And whispers in the dawn
It shivers in the evening chill
Oh, where has summer gone?

It lingers in the morning mist
And in the noonday breeze
To beaming apples summer-kissed
On heavy-laden trees
It loiters in the wooded dell
With moody under-tone
And still we ask, though we know well
Oh, where has summer gone?

Where is the hour for which we yearn?
The day for which we sigh
It drifts away ne’er to return
Into the clear blue sky
Where is the child of yesterday?
That danced upon the lawn
She grew up and flew away
Oh, where has summer gone?

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