Rising Sun

To wake with the rising sun,

That guiding light,

A new morning has begun,

The warmth of the glow,

It warms a soul,

As one prepares for the show,

For the first act,

Is that first foot step,

Then the chapter grows,

For as an hour goes by,

A page is turned,

With the memories that are made,

For one has travelled on the path,

That leads us to midday,

As the story of the show,

Continues throughout the day,

Until the curtains are drawn,

Then in the dreams one rehearses the lines for the next day....

  

A Rainy Day

To walk on a path on a rainy day,

Path was still there after the storm had

passed this way,

It led to a rainbow,

Under the arch,

On the path,

Did not stray,

Now the sun is shining,

One is well on one's way......

Try To Feel

One tried to feel,

A heart was still,

The rhythm had slowed it's beat,

To feel it still,

It was unreal,

This was not meant to be,

For it felt as if life was on pause,

In conflict with time,

As the seconds fell through the hands,

Just like grains of sand.....

Contemplating one's fate,

On destiny's path one waits,

Until a sign is shown,

That direction is then known,

Feelings of Emotions

The feelings of emotions and the need to bleed,

The ink then flows freely to the page,

Scars were left from the trace of the flow,

For that was where the memories of love

departed on the last kiss that one had known.......

Woman Crying

Behind The Curtain

From behind the curtain,

I entered the stage,

An actor in life,

The lines were paged,

To play my part,

As the show must go on,

Some days it's hard,

But tomorrow always comes,

So with a costume change,

A different role to play,

Always gets me to another day,

Where I will greet the Sun,

At the break of the day,

With a loving smile,

And the words hello,

As I prepare for the stage...

Letters of Tears

From the tears that formed the letters,

Words of emotions,

That fell upon a page,

To tell of the heartache,

That love,

Now just memories to be read,

Songs are made,

From love and sorrow,

To give us hope and faith,

That leads to tomorrow,

But for now,

We must remain in the day,

This present moment,

As we go along on our way,

For that is life,

Experienced in an individual way,

With curve balls and lessons,

We get taught,

When we open that door,

The Crush

The crush has lit a flame,

Desire is love's little game,

For Cupid's arrow has hit it's mark,

The centre of a heart,

For in vision and dreams that face appears,

With invisible faces whispering that name in 

one's ear,

No one knows what the future brings,

But a soul can wish and watch for signs,

For on a path one must take that could lead us to that

time an place.....

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