POETRY
speaks to the heart...to the soul...to the mind of man...it is enough to read the words of another with openness, with surety...that life speaks to each in its own way when we share the understanding of being human in a world where being human is in itself enough to bring us to our knees...
once I made one on the snow...I flapped my arms like wings...I thought no one would know that I could make ones picture on a canvas of such white where other angels played in innocent delight...There were many angels made in winters warm sunlight...
Loveonce upon a time I'm sure I saw one smiling...it was summer time...when everyone was working...a little one so shy...came to say hello before it learned to fly...
let the angels fly...let the lovers cry...let them wonder why...let them sigh...let them all be just what they will...dear God, I pray you will let me fill the emptiness I feel inside with love enough to always try...
I heard an angel tell me this before my life became the pits...he said to always love the truth...to trust in God, to see the proof...to wait upon his loving care...even when life seems unfair...to keep a smile upon this face...it is a blessing not a waste...
someone like you could make dreams come true if only in my heart...then I'll wait there for you...when we were young lovers there wasn't much time to ask you the questions that crept into my mind...today I still wonder...I still look for a sign...I've nothing to lose if love takes it's time...cause someone like me still waits on the shore...where dreams do come true, where love is much more...than all of these moments that pass me in time...are like waiting forever for you to be mine...
be happy, if only for a moment...be happy with all of your heart...life is full of sadness so smile as you start...this journey we call life when shared with another...is still so very good that there should be no other feeling to begin with...only joy made to share...forever is the moment we struggle to repair...
I've heard the echo of your laughter in the silence of the night...the promise of hereafter where truth is proved by sight...the could have beens, the would have beens, the nows and thens of might...I've heard an angels whisper...I've held the stars too tight...I'd let them all pass by me to hold you close tonite...
he's a dreamer, eyes closed tight...till trying to tell me everything's alright...still leaving me lonely in the middle of the night...eyes wide open, trying to fight, this lonely feeling thats never been right...
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