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The Blossom
The seed
was thrown away
Cast aside
for a better day
Sitting alone
in the garden shed
She wasn’t alive,
she wasn’t dead
Seasons came
and seasons went
Summer days
and winter spent
Forgotten by
the garden master
Not a life
just disaster
A loving hand
plucked her up
Placed at last
in the sowing cup
Planted deep
on a gentle plain
Sunshine bright
and blessed rain
Pain of growth
wracked her soul
To reach the sky
the ultimate goal
Blossom bright
in that final day
Watching the children
laugh and play
Spring
Sunbeams dance in the breeze
Waves of birdsong fill the trees
Flowers bloom with fragrance sweet
Laughter, love and beauty meet
Spring my favorite time of year
Even better when you are near.
Eden Back
Dusty Boots
Beaten Hat
Western Girl
Imagine that
Bible Verse
In Her Heart
Lovely Feeling
Brand New Start
Children Laugh
Hug Her Tight
Sunshine Path
Of Inner Light
Godly Blessed
Each Passing Day
Eden Back
Now To Stay
The Sunset
The crow's ragged grating voice
Greets the dawn, not my choice
Harbinger of love or grief
Both spoils of a deceitful thief
Love's crooked path far away
Not traversed in many a day
Grief my only steadfast friend
More gifts to heal and mend
The burden each hour seems to grow
My unsteady steps are faltering slow
This journey will end soon enough
Men used to be made of sterner stuff
Heart beating, breathing ragged gasps
A loving hand my shoulder clasps
Beautiful eyes and delightful smile
Lifts my burden and my trial
Daylight breaks the darkest night
Hope replaces deadened fight
Winding road now arrow straight
I love again, it's not too late
A Lonely Sea
Black lips and smoldering eyes
Hawk nose, a brilliant disguise
Hushed whispers filled with lies
Each day a deadly surprise
Time moves at different speed
Engulfing all with urgent need
Chaos has sown that demon seed
A universe filled with lonely greed
Progress grinds the beauty down
Fields of flowers now a town
in consumer lust we slowly drown
A dismal circus without a clown
The chains of life still holding fast
Riding a ship that flees the past
On lonely sea so dark and vast
On lonely sea so dark and vast
The Dish
I am attracted to her
Like a moth to a light
An angel smile
An urge I can't fight
My love for her
Radiates my soul
The Cupid-Ferryman
Has collected his toll
A willing slave
To her every wish
If she could just cook
I would eat this dish.
The Peddler
The tribal mask stares at me
Void of eyes, yet can see
The hidden malice radiates out
Fills my heart with dread and doubt
I tremble and plead for my life
He laughs and laughs and takes my wife.
The peddler promised serenity
Not punishment for all eternity
I sink into sleep, that endless lake
The mask waits for me to wake
I can not escape, although I try
I am held forever by his vacant eye.
