Pieces of Me

Forever there will be,

The many pieces I call me;

As the pendulum swings faster,

The more I wish to savor.

To fill my soul with music,

Let it soar with Mozart and Vivaldi;

And forever there will be,

The many pieces I call, me.

To drink of the sky so blue,

And bask on the sands of time,

These pieces that are me,

Forever there will be.

A life in the music of masters,

An essence of dulcimers and flutes;

Here find the pieces of me,

For forever, that's where I'll be!

Searching for me

Somewhere in the misty morn,

Lies the answer to my dreams; 

In the silence of the waking dawn,

Vague images are seen.

The haze upon the mountain lifts,

Like the clouds before my eyes;

And the dew that once the treetops kissed,

Dries as tears that have been cried.

But here am I, searching for me,

Drifting on the summer breeze;

Lost on some strange sea.

Born with each new ray of light,

Are hopes that have begun;

As warmth upon the summer breeze,

Into life they bring the sun.

Where does the  bluebird go at night?

Why do rainbows follow rain?

Why does laughter come with happiness?

And crying with the pain?

Here am I, searching for me,

Drifting on the summer breeze;

Lost on some strange sea.

Who holds the answers that I seek,

Where do I go from here;

Why must the nights be, oh so long/ 

What is this thing I fear?

Is there someone there for me? 

Or must I walk alone?

Where did my sunshine disappear?

And when will it come home?

Here and am I, Searching for me,

Drifting on the summer breeze;

Lost on some strange sea.

A Precious Gift

To poor to give a present,

Oh no, I say, not I;

I gathered up the sunrise,

To put sparkle in your eyes.

To you I give the Springtime,

And flowers in their bloom;

To fill your heart with warmth,

On a wispy afternoon.

To you I give the smiles,

On all our children's faces;

To carry in your heart;

Like many soft embraces.

I give to you a stream,

And basking in the sun;

A campfire in the pines,

To share when day is done.

A gift of summer sunshine,

To melt the chills of age;

A hand to hold in evenings,

 And love written on life's pages.

If I were rich as Kings,

I could not give you more;

Then children, love, companionship,

A present not so poor!

Candles

Although you're just a piece of wax,

A stem ablaze with light;

You treat my heart to days gone by;

A midst this quiet night.

The flames grow tall, as so do dreams;

You give your all or so it seems.

Although you are but made of wax,

Your flame of life burns bright;

Memories adorn the hours,

On this most silent night.

A wisp of smoke, a flicker and a gleam,

You lend your all to the building of dreams.

Although you are but made of wax,

You bring to life my thinking back.

If

If only it were written,

That I were as soft as a kitten;

I'd lie so close and never stir,

I'd steal all tenderness and purr.

I'd drink my fill of love and touch,

And wallow in that love so much;

If I got close, I'd never stir;

Should someone hold me, I would purr.

Pool of Life

When once a pool deep and full, 

Now only muddy puddles remain;

 Once waters teaming with life,

Are shallows emotionally drained.

The struggle that's life still goes on,

But in waters too murky to see;

Circling round with no clear direction; 

 As separated from the main sea.

Will the last little puddle go dry?

Or the fragile balance be maintained?

Dreams and life's lines hardened in clay,

Erased in a torrent of rain.

Such are the lines of my life,

Lost in a flood of salt tears;

Leaving new clay, soft to be molded;

Free from traces of yesterday's years.

Souls

Walk with me on a mountain path,

Do not hold my hand;

For its touch is just the physical,

And the physical is but fleeting.

Sit with me and sense the view,

No, do not hold me;

Know the warmth of the sun,

The vastness of the moment and the sky.

Breathe deeply and feel the air;

No kiss is needed;

Share my silence and my thoughts,

They are but the whispers of the wind.

Drift into my eyes,

See my soul, it's yours;

Join me in spirit, meet me in thought,

Touches more lasting then a kiss.