Coffee Mug

I looked at the horizon over a coffee mug,

The aroma of the coffee it woke me up,

The sun rising in the East,

Over a divining line,

A warming glow to start a day,

In a present moment,

In a present way,

The Beacon

To see a star,

A guiding light,

That direction a beacon in the dark of night,

To lead you on a path to a morning glow,

Where a ray of light will warm a soul,

With a New Day dawning to a chorus of song,

Yesterday is over and tomorrow has begun,

 

Kind Of Magic

Its a kind of magic,

As ink graces a page,

By the wave of a hand a story is made,

From the first page until the end,

That book of Life,

With memories within,

Morning Dew

The scent of a morning dew,

A smell of a morning new,

Fresh air from a sky of blue,

The sun that rises on an Eastern Horizon,

Warming rays that start a day,

Over the sea of the Golden Bay,

Water Marks

A pen ran dry,

No words to pen,

Thoughts in mind of a letter to send,

Words to express no ink to write,

A paper stained  by the tears as they fell,

Burning Fire of Desire

Burning fire,

Raging desire,

Passion deep,

Feeling's over you,

Hit by a Cupid's arrow,

That heated kiss,

A building love that leads to tomorrow,

Passed

She sneaked through the walls and through the doors,

Travelling not to be heard,

Unaware she had passed,

Into another world,

No longer was she there....