There comes a time to reach for the sky
where imagination and vision
linger idly by
when as a young girl
in the month of July
a birthday wish on a candle
in the blink of an eye
a dream set in motion
time tends to fly
and now I’m a woman
made stronger by and by
to nuture and strengthen
a wish made long ago
to be my own hero
my candle still burns
Sometimes I wonder
when thinking of you
how life is so precious
and yet we move through
the heartaches of living
where no one is spared
taking for granted
we’ll always be there
the veil is then torn
between life and death
tomorrows never promised
love with no regrets
Beyond that great horizon
that separates earth from sky
lies the Sun in all it’s brilliance
as Cumulus floats on by
A luminous orb of light
Helios wildly shines
rays like chariots of fire
piercing quick and divine
and then the Sol meets it’s equal
standing at Neptunes door
where once it’s light was blinding
come softly near the shore
As I gaze upon caramel skies
with strands of gold and blue
dancing upon the ocean waves
a secret rendezvous
Both hand in hand
warmth and peace
a pair that’s tried and true
pirouetting across glassy waves
preparing for the new
starry night in all it’s glory
where wishes and dreams come true
caramel skies at it’s finale
another fine debut
Looking into reflective waters
another year comes to an end
like a sunrise and a sunset
time continuously transcends
The rising of the morning sun
when things are so brand new
beginning a fresh journey in life
with lots of hope coming through
And as time moves on
like ripples of water
quickly flowing downstream
the good, the bad, and the ugly
fills the dash of life inbetween
And just like a runner in a race
who sees the finish up ahead
when there’s too much distance
one never looks back
but pushes forward instead
then sunset appears with bursting colors
just around the bend
it’s time for a new cycle in life
the old must come to an end
For life can be just like a race
always a choice to ascend
it doesn’t matter how one starts the year
but it matters how you end
In this journey of life
there are many faces
that will cross your path
in different places
of stages in life
some stay and some go
you can count on one hand
those who remain know
to hold someones heart
is a privilege from above
not to be trampled
but protected in love
when you’re happy, they’re happy
and when you hurt, they hurt
a genuine friend dirties their hands
in all of your messiness overt
whether it’s friendship or love
always choose the first
but to have friendship and love
a true bond unrehearsed
The green reed which bends in the wind is stronger than the mighty oak which breaks in a storm.
A new day has come
where blue skies are bluer
green grass is greener
and harsh winds has become gentler as it brushes against my face
The chirp of the birds are cheerier
the light of the sun much brighter
and the rough ocean water now cleanses as it trickles down my skin
The flow of air seems lighter
the path ahead much clearer
and the time has come
to simply breathe again
Breath is Spirit. The act of breathing is Living.
Author Unknown
Remember…
when you were young in spirit
venturing away
no cares of the world
only dreams of play
Remember…
when your childlike exploits
were innocent and pure
adventerous and curious
confident and assured
Remember…
when nothing could stop
that fire inside
the world was your oyster
intuition your guide
Remember…
when your voice was enough
and your heart led the way
the noise of the world
never led you astray
Do you remember…
A flock of seabirds
frolicking in the sand
mimicking one another
playing catch me if you can
As one takes off into the air
it’s joined by a dozen more
gliding over rippling waves
ready to explore
The vastness of the coral reefs
full of little surprises
landing to feed just a bit
as the morning sun arises
The group takes off in flight again
the tide begins to swirl
flying where the wind may take them
waking up the world
The same calm waters
that once brought peace
are no longer familiar
the recollection of the past
of times that were good
are no longer recognizable
Like a stranger in a foreign land
those memories of old
are churned by the crashing waves
tossed and turned
twisted and swirled
surrendered to the sands of time
and then a glimmer of light
peeks through opaque clouds
and a moment of clarity appears
into the sea of forgetfulness
castaway all my fears
