soulwind85

I was walking down the road in the back of my mind, Hopes and dreams perhaps I would find, When a lady appeared in the back of my mind, Not at all what I thought I would find. The streets now crowded with memories Hastening to remind me of my histories And my dealings with this lady made of memories Long lost in the mists of my histories. And in this crowd in the back of my head, Hopes and dreams of lives never led All center round this woman in the back of my head, And to her smile, it all led. I saw her again, she gave me a knowing smile. For that smile, I’d gladly walk a mile But when she gives that smile, it’s harder to s

Wall of fire, tower of smoke, pillar of ash and ember Fireflies, inferno height, flying through the air tonight Wave of heat, tide of soot, pile of straw and timber Fireflies, sun set bright, can’t you see the people’s fright? Wall of fire, tower of smoke, pillar of ash and ember Fireflies, endless flight, masters of burning might Wave of heat, tide of soot, pile of straw and timber Fireflies, spinning tight, can’t you see their desperate fight? Wall of fire, tower of smoke, pillar of ash and ember Fireflies, massive sight, casters of flaming light Wave of heat, tide of soot, pile of straw and timber Fireflies, why tonight?

The ocean lies out ahead The grass the sea the sand the deep soft breeze bringing sounds of soothing waves blocking out the noise within where my family stirs, rushing' 'bout as boredom fades, dinner comes it's sweet smells dancing in the salty air where I stand still against rough wood rail, as the sun begins to fail my cousins sit, while I just stand staring out, past the sand the grass the sea the sand and dream of staying eternally just my family and me on vacation, at the sea

First day’s light, endless bright fairies we, always free to be we see all there is, your lives to live your dreams to dance your futures to face. What we have seen, now we share fearless be, then you see that you, as we will always be fairy free. Start we now, our first day’s scream fearful we, nothing be a peaceful place, if all alone small and dark and warm. as we once did see Restful was but now is gone, so here we scream in the cold bright light. The only warmth we know our mother’s love, the first we know and now it touches us and we feel just might be, fairy free Now far we fly and farther stil

Poetry hinds, not in a room not in a tune not some place so near or so soon. It lies in the heart that sets our true beat It lies in the dust that covers old rooms where the echoes of lost lovers still whisper and swoon. It hides in the twinkle of an eye, from a sad old woman who's lost love and shall nearly die; yet never hope of faith has she lost for soon she'll laugh and dance and sing again. It dances in a child's smile where laughter peels, wild and free, all bright hope for a sunny future, and a laughing life that never sees a fog of fear or the lanky panther of pain and loss. Poetry isn't pain, but hope; soaring son

Words can't tell, nor reason explain, How without you, the sun ever rose. So to mark the day, and the place and the time, I made a new flower, a forever rose. Normal ones age, they whither and die This one is different, t'will ever grow. Though cold days may come grim and grey, Our rose will stay strong a forever glow. Now I'm holding on tight afraid to let go Afraid of losing my fiery rose. But now I've let it go and it surrounds our hearts and keeps us together wherever we goes. So with hugs and kisses, and our sweet rose know that I will love you forever Rhose.

In the silence, breath is heard In the back, sleeping still Lies a girl, a lady young In early morning, sleep preferred And dreams still 'scape the grinding mill And hopes and fears still far flung To those days that ways away Always done with fun 'for fun is done And soon the true be new once more And tumbling towers give way Give way to flowering fire and falling field And dry drenching well of life All sweep through steep stumbling skies To stop and weep gold fairies made of fire flies Showing now lonely lives and dying dreams That never need be known again Just flying future, o'er golden ground And silver sky spotted just by fairy eyes An

Underneath lightless sky We sit in darkened bliss Surrounded by the evening mist Shadows clinging to time's next kiss Passion faded, by common bliss Dreams arranged, like a list Love's now lost, like a kiss Surrounded by the evening mist Underneath star lit night

Do not look, my love, do not look. My garden’s grown wild, unkempt. The seeds I planted have blossomed into discordant petals and rotting fruit. My garden’s been watered by a dismal rain, spat contemptuously from the marble sky above. But I am undaunted. Although the weeds grow thick and tangle, and the thorns are long and sharp, I will make this my greatest work. I will start my work when it’s cold and dead, and Discordia gives way to the somber ice. Against the cold I shall burn these poisons from my halls, thus turning tide on the traitors grown within my walls. But the cold can’t kill pain, and thorns remain sharp