Who Am I?
Am I the one you have always known?
Or am I theone you never knew?
I am the one who lives to die.
I am the one who dies to live.
I am you!

Looking Glass
As the rain falls down upon the land,
And through the looking glass I see.
When summer winds flow threw the trees,
And the leaves are reselling.
A single thought enters my mind
As I see you sitting there.
Never leave me thinking alone,
Least I become sane.

The Gift of Love
There is no finer gift then love,
No joy brighter then the moon.
There is no darkness greater then winter,
No laughter better then the summer breeze.

In my hands does darkness reign,
In my life there was but a dream.
In my soul was darkness still,
There was not a moon to be seen.

Still the dreams did not go,
Still the night kept its glow.
Still the silence of the moon,
Still the dream of dream weavers.

Love
In the shadows, dark and long,
A rose with thorns, small and sharp, blooms
Trees up high, below the clouds,
Shield the rose so small
Rain of gental spring wind falls
Upon the petals, soft.
Unable to reach
Guarded from all
In a spot no sun rays may reach.
A single petal this may cure,
Mixed with gental love and careing, solve
A riddle of great mystery be.
Love is all it shall ever be

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A silent room, no echo in the hall,
A feeling of the being alone.
The empty air, not a stir,
No shadows on the wall.
A phone rings, but is hung up,
No foot steps on the stairs.
The lights turned out, the bed turned down,
The cold chill of being alone.
A prayer is said, the head lays down,
Nothing to cuddle but the pillow.
Tears in the eyes, a shake of the head,
A promise not to cry.
Days go by, nights drag on,
No word on when he is coming home.
A laugh, a thought,
Nothing but a memory again tonight.

Rose
A single rose in the night,
With petals darker then the shadows.
It blooms in a garden, dark,
As a gentle rain falls all around.
Sheltered under leaves a high,
Just single droplets touch the petals, soft.
The only rose of such color,
Alone it blooms this night.
If only I could have this rose,
Single and alone.
But guarded against all with thorns,
Sharp, it blooms.

Remember
When I remember the times together,
With my arms around you, holding you so tight,
Thinking that the joy would never end
Only to awaken to the fact that the
Love Has Never Been

Memory
A simple wish, a single rose,
A star in the night
A single thought, a simple dream
A tear in the eye
A simple sigh, a single cry
A memory tonight

Summer Moon
Summer moon, silent moon, glistening and watching.
It shines its beauty upon the naked body
As the flowing water washes down around her.
A gentle shower baths her as she lays upon a rock,
looking up at the stars.
A summer breeze cools the air,
sending a chill through her body.
Her breasts heave with her gentle sigh,
as she keeps from crying.
She lets her hand drop lazily into
the pool of water surrounding her.
Thoughts of past times flow through her mind,
reminding her of the flow of the waterfall she is laying under.
And with each memory, comes a tear to her eye,
again a sadness comes from her heart as she remembers.
She feels her body longing for a familiar touch,
a touch that will only be felt in her memories.