Beauty beckons every flower,
Nature’s hand gently opens the bloom,
Spring’s artist paints it glorious colors,
A honey bee finds the pollen room
And just as gently we are made, with beauty abounding,
Or first step is graced with nature’s smile upon our face,
As we grow, the artist’s hand paints in color and detail.
With the final stoke we are perfect,
Just as Beauty beckons the next flower to perfection.
–Published in At Water’s Edge ‘95
The grass was so green, my eyes had to squint to see the beauty of it all. The sky was filled with the colors of the ocean. Blues and greens of all shades filled my eyes. The breeze softly caressed my hair and the sun’s fingers played on my face. As I sat down in the lush grass, the scent of spring fell across my nose. The day shone with all the splendor of it all. I was a part of it. The view from the hill hit me. It was all true beauty.
Tags: Nature
As I sit watching the rain fall,
I know that everything will be alright.
As I sit watching the rain fall,
I wonder what the world will be doing tonight.
A cat is meowing up through the rain,
Crying for a warm place to stay.
As I sit watching the rain fall,
All my fears melt away
A flower reaches up from the soil,
Gulping and savoring the fresh water.
As I sit watching the rain fall,
I know everything will be alright.
The trees whispered your name to me,
The sun showed me your hair,
The wind brought out your words,
And the heat gave me your touch.
But if there was nothing more to this,
Why do I stare?
Then I gave you my name and returned your touch.
Because I found that something else was there.
Our feelings for each other gave the trees your name,
The sun your hair,
And the wind your words,
So in my heart, they’ll always be there.
Now is the time to seek and you shall find,
My reason for living has turned to look upon you.
I have shaded my past and left it behind,
Blossoming to create a life anew.
My reason for living has turned to look upon you.
Your strength is abounding in the love you show,
Blossoming to create a life anew.
Here begins the map to myself, a treasure grows.
Your strength is abounding in the love you show,
Opening the path to my sheltered heart,
Here begins the map to myself, a treasure grows.
Lying here is a hidden gem for you to carry a part.
Opening the path to my sheltered heart,
You bring out the girl that wants to be yours.
Lying here is a hidden gem for you to carry a part.
It glitters for your discovery on foreign shores.
You bring out the girl that wants to be yours.
I have drawn you a map; you must traverse my soul,
It glitters for your discovery on foreign shores.
Without the way how can I be whole?
I have drawn you a map; you must traverse my soul,
By crossing the waters of my love-filled emotions.
Without your way how can I be whole?
I’ll gently guide you in my heart’s ocean.
You will cross the waters of my love-filled emotions
Exploring the distant land that is my skin.
I’ll gently guide you in my heart’s ocean,
Drawing you deeper without drowning you within.
Once explored, the distant land that is my skin,
Will open my mind to your passionate gaze.
Drawing you deeper without drowning you within,
The power from your heart has set me ablaze!
Opening my mind to your passionate gaze,
Permits you to enter my innermost chamber.
The power from your heart has set me ablaze!
This gilded night you shall forever remember.
With permission you enter my innermost chamber,
And wrap your caring hands around that gem.
This gilded night you shall forever remember,
As the night you took me in your hand.
Wrap your caring hands around that gem,
Our body, souls and minds entwined.
The night you took me in your hand,
Is the time to seek and you shall find.
Opening of the mind
Like a flower in the spring
The joy of the tender petals
Reaching for the light, the rain
Life giving words, thoughts
Like the rain and light
The new flower needs to survive
Bring me warmth, strength
Happiness
The light, my comfort
The rain, my emotions
Spilling out on paper
Like the dew on the leaves
Flowers grow
Words thrive
All in the presence
Of caring, thoughtful eyes
A night of dreams
Wishes not to end
As the Nightingale warbles and sings
Of love, lust, and secret trysts.
A lullaby of sweet thoughts
Tease the ear and entreat the mind
To wander through the garden of dreams
The sun’s tender fingers
Dance across the face
The Lark’s piercing cries
Wake the world
Chill the mind
Thoughts once hot and moving
Are quieted in the morning mist