Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, December 30, 2006


I thought I found a place where I could run away, the ultimate for the mind and soul to escape,the further into the journey, the more distant you stood. Like a child in circles I was trapped in the woods. The thicket awfully heavy with brier bush all around, but with winters clothes, I kept closer to the ground. A few thorns made their way into the surface of my skin, just enough to remind me I wasn’t sleeping in.

Finally a top the mountain, where the land levels off , I tried to distant the memories, not to give them any thought. The sky draped like a canopy, repelled the saddening of the heart, sealing in the sounds of a song bird, the melody of the Lark.

Covering so much territory and still no where to go, the moments filled with mystery hadn't let me go. Leaves of Oak that had dried and fallen on the ground, created a bed , inviting to lay the soul on down. For a few moments I curled like a baby in its worldly womb, secure without the darkness that most certainly can loom. Moments rushed to hours and I questioned where I stood, I was lost in my mind with very little understood.


Thursday, December 28, 2006

Happy New Year

The school girl giggles at the thought of just one kiss,
the embrace of love to my heart, where you exist.

I could cry about the yesterdays or the years it
took to meet, but I choose to bless the collision
of such an extraordinary feat.

Common is the moment of the ordinary creep,
but the time I spend with you is exceptionally

Impish a smile between you and I, I’m holding
a secret, I tucked safely inside.

No instruction needed, no data to hide, all
I need to do is, to close my eyes.

My head upon your chest, the sounds of
your heart beat, these are the visions with
the sound of love, I take with me to sleep.

Good Night


Walking down the street, talking in my sleep,

counting stars in the sky.... Everyday a little more
magical, every dream a little more powerful,
every moment wonderfully spent with you.

Dancing by the stream, listening to cardinals sing,
sharing smiles with you..... Everyday a little more
every dream a little more powerful,
every moment
wonderfully spent with you.

Climbing mountains high, singing and feeling spry,
reaching on my tip toes up to the sky. ....Everyday
a little more magical,every dream a little more
powerful, every moment wonderfully spent with

Sings in a whisper> Everyday a little more magical, every dream a little
more powerful, every moment wonderfully spent with you.

This Celebration!

I'm singing a song, I'm dancing the night long,
partnered with such passion,
this couldn't this be wrong.

I feel inside, that you bring when you hold
me close in your evening dreams.

I'm loving you more, with each waken breath,
a touch of hearts puts life to the test.

I'm singing a song, I'm dancing the night long,
partnered with such passion,
how couldn't be wrong.

Deep In my Heart

Your love is deeply ingrained in my heart,
like the sun at night,it rids life of the dark.

I know that you are reaching out to me,
The touch of magic caused a quiver like the
rumbling of a stormy sea.

Such energy brings to life,the miracle of
it all has me fighting to hold you tight.
Your embrace isn't earthly bound,
we dance to love where ever clouds are found.

I can't believe that the year is almost over, as I reviewed the previous years poetry, I saw a wide range of experiences and accomplishments. Today, I took some time to explore the options that await and to give a some what of a precise spin on the plan for the year 2007. There were many challenging moments, at the top of the list was my drivers license. I felt like the oldest 16 old to ever have lived. I felt all the initial excitement and freedom that comes with driving down the road and being in control of where I go and where I stopped. Oh! there were a few exceptions the gas prices, occasionally limited how far and how often I traveled the distance.
I think this experience tied for first place with doing the very first book signing, Oh my God, they wanted my autograph, it wasn't a thousand books but they were selling and people were reading and enjoying the words of Rachel Charlotte Miller the author.
I found the meaning of true friendship and the completeness thats comes from total acceptance from both self and peers. We celebrated, we laughed and occasionally we shed a tear.
I created wonderful new skincare products and customers were coming back to reorder, little steps of success. Not every product was as successful there were a few that didn't land the top ten selling list.
Spring the end or the beginning, we celebrated a birthday and the initial start of spring, we did it we made it through the harsh northern winter, together and the best part we did it smiling. Trade show, events, book signings, art shows and the list goes on. I met so many people and I had a great time doing it.
I plan to be more selective on the events I choose to appear at and more organized in my over all business. I am going to file paper work in a timely manner and be more productive with my time.
Personally I am going to celebrate each morning that the sun rises with the utmost respect for
life. I will never take for granted all the beauty that is bestowed on us. On a more personal note, I will try be the best inside and out .

The Mirror

The rooms reflection appeared in the mirror and
I felt a separation like I wasn't there.

I closed my eyes and then I saw, where love
goes when it flows from the heart.

Free from the body, our minds unite and the
touch you'll feel, is my kiss good night.

Sleep well my darling, a blanket I'll send
stuffed of devotion, for my best friend.


The sky is bluer, the stars never truer
since the day you entered my life.

The world is magical, love now rules,
since the day you entered my life.

Everything looks brighter then bright,
since the day you entered my life.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Little bits of sunshine!

Every day with you is like spring in full bloom,
beautiful, colorful and amazing it
rids the winter gloom.

One of My favorites

Limbo under leaves of green,
under blue skies and dreams.

Felt your touch in the breeze,
made my heart stop to sing.

I savor the moments, succulently divine,
absorbing the trail of magic, the creation
of a new design.

Appearing lifeless, naked trees surround,
a tease to the hills of silence, a symphony
of sound.

A stroll to the clearing, where a cabin
once stood, a reminder that a good
foundation doesn't rot like that of

The rock along the path can be slippery
when wet and occasionally moss
covered puts the journey to the test.

My mind is skipping around like stones tossed in the stream
it's here, it's there, it's everywhere,
it's in the middle of a dream.

If you had whispered goodbye,
I might have understood,
but you left my heart agitated
and unlocked for good.

If once you felt the love through
the touch of morning wind.You
would know the magic started
from within.

If you closed your eyes and allowed
your soul to see, the silhouette
emerging is of love set free.

Dusty wooden petals,
fragile are those of glass,
picking one last winter
rose, just might make it
the last.

Friday, December 22, 2006

Merry Christmas!!

Extraordinary are the lights upon the Christmas tree,
squinting like children, I find them mesmerizing.
Not any set of lights hold such magic in the heart,
the ones that are shared with love ignite the
moment with a spark.

I thought about the timing, the silliness and smiles
and the energy that is felt from across the many miles.
The miracle of life that knows exactly when and how
and the beauty of your touch that lingers for awhile.

Giving dreams the power, we made many come true
and walking down this path, I have been side by side
with you.

Everytime you see colored lights lit upon the tree,
squint once for yourself and do it again once for
me. In all the glitter and sparkle that transpires,
nothing compares to you, who lit my heart on fire.

Our reflection in the wind

You can do this, it’s really pretty simple, kitchen preferably, but any room will do . Put on some music, holiday music would be real nice, but you can choose any style, fast or slow.It’s easy to follow, only a few steps. First, very important to close your eyes, at this exact moment you are anywhere in the world you want to be. Now, listen close, take you right hand and place it on your left shoulder and your left hand and place it on your right shoulder, let your hips sway to the music. This is crucial, let your mind float freely above the clouds. Yeah! that’s right your doing it, let the joy exude with passion from your soul and allow your heart to embrace our love. You did it! your now viewing" our reflection in the wind." Merry Christmas!!!!!

Singing> Doodle le do

Doodle le do, what I wouldn’t do,
to bring a little lovin to you.
Close your eyes, your in for a
surprise, kisses via the wind.

Doodle le do, what I wouldn’t do,
to bring a little lovin to you. I'd talk
the dormant maples into thinking it
was April, just to bring a little lovin
to you.

Doodle le do, what I wouldn’t do ,
to bring a little loving to you. Singing
in the hollow to here it echo back,
how much I love you.

Doodle le do, what I wouldn’t do
to bring a little loving to you. I’ll
get ya in the morning, i’ll get ya
at night with the haunting of your

Doodle le do, what I wouldn’t do
to bring a little loving to you. No
need for gift wrap, this gift contains
a good laugh shared with you.

Doodle le do what I wouldn’t do
to bring a little loving to you.
I’d give ya the sunrise, send it
at midnight, packed with my
love for you.

Doodle le do, what I wouldn’t do
to bring a little loving to you.

Il doodle le

l doodle le, che cosa non farei,
vi porta un lovin piccolo.
Chiuda i vostri occhi,
vostri dentro per una sorpresa,
baci via il vento.

Il doodle le, che cosa non farei,
vi porta un lovin piccolo.
Comunicherei gli aceri dormenti nel
pensarlo ero aprile,
portante appena un lovin piccolo voi.

Il doodle le, che cosa non farei,
vi porta un piccolo che ama.
Cantando in cavità qui esso
la parte posteriore di eco, quanto ti amo.

Il doodle le, che cosa non farei,
per portare un piccolo che amo voi.
Otterrò il ya alla mattina, io otterrò il
ya alla notte con frequentare della vostra vita.

Il doodle le, che cosa non farei per
portare un piccolo che amo voi.
Nessun'esigenza dell'involucro del regalo,
questo regalo contiene una buona risata
compartecipe con voi.

Il doodle le fa che cosa non farei per
portare un piccolo che amo voi.
Darei a ya l'alba, la trasmetto alla mezzanotte,
imballata con il mio amore per voi.

Il doodle le, che cosa non farei,
per portare un piccolo che amo voi.

When silence sings, the hills bow!

Singing> Hopelessly, Romantically Yours

Walking in the park, feed the ducks each day or just to hold your hand and watch the sun fade away. Oh! you must know, how much I love you so.. hopelessly, romantically yours.

Scrunched on the couch each night, I hold my pillow tight, my mind drifts away to that momentous day. Oh! you must know, how much I love you so....hopelessly, romantically yours.

I stopped to feel the wind, brush your love across my face and send a
chill that I could not shake. Oh! you must know, how much I love you so.....hopelessly, romantically yours.

Just close your eyes and go on and pull me close, I beg you so, please
just don’t let go. Oh! you must know, how much I love you so.....
hopelessly, romantically yours.

Let’s teach the birds to sing, and the willow how to sway, to the sound of love
brought to me each day. Oh! you must know, how much I love you so.....
hopelessly, romantically yours.

It is that time of night, when our souls meet with the moon and we dance
to a lovers croon. Oh! you must know, how much I love you so....
hopelessly, romantically yours.

I repeat the day that you found your way, into my heart, where you will stay.
Oh! you must know, how much I love you so... hopelessly, romantically yours.
Redirecting my mind to the coming of the new year, I gather in thought as I review the days long gone and felt my spirit jump ahead to the future and what awaits. Exploring beyond the steps of indignity, I altered the script in the middle of the play. Full circle, I found myself surmising what my resolution for the upcoming year would be. Simplistic in nature, I could format the stage to center on the plot of personal achievement, societal strength or go further, to reach a spiritual height of awareness that would complete my inner self, without the failures associated without the outer dependence on a world and people that could never comprehend.Grasping beyond the magical realm of dreams and fantasy, I allow for a full vision of what is, accept what shall be, to gain a stronger sense of self.

I can see over the mountain,
I will swim to shore and
when all doubt has surfaced,
then there will be doubt no more.

More Precious

It's not that I need you to feel complete, I know I can stand on my own two feet. Nor a partner of need I plea, It's the walk side by side that compliments me. I don't request that you need to deliver, because from the onset my heart start to quiver.

Love is not challenged by how much one can give, it's weighed by how deeply you're touched from within.

I felt it as it brushed gentle to the soul and I held it in my heart where it bound and took a hold. I saw it in the morning before my eyes awake and then again in the evening where it shook me like a quake. A duo with the nightingale a song I did hear, the words that broke the silence were simply that you care.
More precious then any treasure royalty could hold, more valuable then that of the most highly prized gold . Heavier then a mountain , lighter then the breeze , warmer then the sunshine and more beautiful then any dream. You can float it on the river, and hold it in your heart and when you close your eyes at night you can see it in the dark.
It can comfort a distressed baby , wipe the tears from a broken heart , it can halt raging waters and cause a fire to spark. It can knot a field of flowers and at your feet a bouquet lay and when distressed and overwhelmed allow the child to play.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Endings and Beginnings

In the realm of the holiday season, I understand the disappointment that comes from seeking peace in a other wise disruptive world. We place ourselves on a plateau consisting of high expectations, when in fact life carries on pretty much the same today as it will tomorrow. People will be prone to the ills of the world, sickness , accidents, violence and the stress of dealing with our own inner demons will continue to create a human disturbance of the mind.

The magic of holidays is that seen through the eyes of a child, the excitement, curiosity and the magic that is transformed through such a simplistic rosy deposition. Balancing the adult and the ten year old within to understand and accept all that life has to offer both good and bad.

I braced my self as my mind scattered through the positive and negative of the past year. The mountain of achievements and accomplishments and the waffling through territory of unknown. On the surface of life, you see what people want you to see, as you look deeper you view the complexity of humanity. The strengths and weaknesses that appear through out the journey.

I found I had to cauterize my emotions, find the inner strength to accept all that life brings, even that which I have little understanding of. Another year is coming to a end or is it another year is
beginning, no matter how you view it, I thank you for traveling with me down this rocky road called life.

Monday, December 18, 2006

I wish!

I Wish

I wish you were here as I selected a tree,
Frasier fir or Douglas's soft needles of green.

Quaint little farm tucked away in the hills,
nostalgic creates a yearning of days of the
old potter’s wheel.

A walk down the lane to choose the
right one, symmetrical, perfect,
fragrant and just a little bit plump.

Clouds moving in and the rain starts to fall
and a chill and the darkness blanket
over it all.

A warm hearted old farmer friendly
and kind offered a ride on the return
from the climb.

Laying a old cloth ragged and soft,
I sat for a few moments as memories
I caught.

I wished you were here as I selected a
tree, holding my hand and laughing with


Unseasonable the weather creates a auspicious spark,
encouraging the wake of blooms, a tease to the heart.

Unpredictable the mixture of a early sun and a fine
mist of rain, stimulates a ambiance of the first days of

Agreeable to the spirit or a trickery of the mind,
the reprieve from the darker months is a bit
of nature in sublime.

Acceptance of the power of that which has control
making us more vulnerable then a duck, featherless
in the cold.

Singing> Midnight Sun

You can call it magic, I'll call it love,
star stepping romance under the
midnight sun.

Not close to the Arctic far, far from Antarctica,
this burst of light is a reflection of our love.

Warms my night, makes me feel mighty fine,
cuddling and dreaming of you by my side.

The rays a little faint but it’s clear I see,
the one who sent the midnight sun to me.

There I go smiling all through the night
and when I woke up it was just barely a
quarter to five.

I saw the sunshine before it began to do the
early rise. I’m waken up to the midnight
sun and the visions of you and I.

You can call it magic, I’ll call it love,
star stepping romance under the
midnight sun.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Happy Holidays

Singing> Just here those sleigh bells ringing... have yourself a Merry little Christmas, may all your dreams come true.... the first noel the angels did.......Merry Christmas!

I have this eternal Christmas present comes in a rare form. A sweet blend of memories tied to my heart and on the days of darkness it amusingly ignites a spark. Sowed with Joy and laughter, continuously sets a bloom and with a little love and nurture just grew and grew and grew. Unlike crystal it’s never very cold, it has its own way of warming with the utmost gentle hold. I felt it when I woke up, when I took my morning walk and there again under the blankets....Oh! if the hills of the hollow talked.
We can question all of life and still not find the answers or falter on our choices and pretend we understand. Hunger for what we don't have and send our soul in a spin or just open up our eyes to see where paradise really begins. It beautifully surrounds us , just watch the hawk soar or better yet sit on down by the stream and hold my hand once more. This is where it starts the beauty of our day but definetly this magic doesn't fade away.
When I was very young I worked in a resturant, I had the night shift and really didn't know anyone at all. I remember this stranger he entered the resturant and he spoke to me, told me I had pretty eyes. Spoke as if he knew me, we sat during my break and talked. It wasn't at this moment that I understood what you can't see, but it was a this time that I documented it by speaking outloud.
A friend recently said that "we all have our crosses to bare" and indeed we do. But I remember thinking that a illness or a loss of a limb you can see it, feel it understand it and that it may not be easy but you knew to some degree what you were dealing with. Then there are those things that you can't see as easliy, but are felt just as painfully as any physical injury.

A Sequence of Events

A sequence of events led me down this road,
the secrets of a lifetime miraculously disclosed.

There were moments I had lived, that I tried
to deny, but there’s no doubt the stories
in my character lie.

The heart and mind quarrel to know the
answers true, all I know is that it felt good
when I met up with you.

A day without your love is like a
rainbow of black and white, you know
that something is missing as it
doesn't feel quite right.

I opened up my eyes to glimpse

once more the view, where your
heart and mine embrace on
a cloud for me and you.
Roll On Over

Roll on over into my sweet dream, let your soul drift away.
Skip and dance on the stars all night, until we tire
of this play.

Roll on over into my sweet dream, feel the comfort
of my embrace. Dancing and singing on the clouds
all night, till the morning takes its place.

Black Eye Susan’s in a winter storm, snowflakes on a
summer day. Welcome to my world, where dreams and
love have their way.

Black Eye Susan’s in a winter storm, snowflakes on a
summer day. Welcome to my world, where dreams
and love have their way.

Can we be distant by miles, moutains and sea
but nothing can really separate your love from me.
Somethings are worth repeating!

Here I am!

Here I am in the rays of the sun, when your feeling blue.
I send to you, my love for you.
Here I am in every drop of rain, that a storm can bring.
I send to you, my love for you.
Here I am in every song a bird sings,
I send to you, my love for you.
Here I am in all the world surrounding.
I send to you, my love for you.
Here I am ....

Yes, I met him...

I met him on the clouds, one overcast day.
the sun seem to shine, but it wasn’t my way.

He took the challenge and battled the stars,
desperately searching he found my heart.

I don’t know what happen from there,
my legs started wobbling and
laughter filled the air.

Blue skies pink and the Elm in arch and
there we started climbing to
a love sick march.

I met him on the clouds, one overcast day,
nonchalant in a insignifcant way.

I never figured the door would crack and
once inside there was no looking back.

Laughing and giggling all day long,
to the sound of my heartbeat
to the sound of his song.

I met him on the clouds, one overcast
day tickling and teasing in my
heart to stay.
Can ya hear me now?

Nestled in the hills covered in white snow. I took
the center as I traveled down the back road. My
mind adrift like a flurry in the wind, brought you
so close I felt your touching warming from within.

Turning on the highway, I have many miles to go,
the distant lights dance through the trees to
display a twinkle of a winter show.

No hello’s and no goodbyes on this life we ride,
no matter where the travels, your always by my

Nestled in the hills, covered in white snow.
I took the center lane as I traveled down the
back road. My hands on the wheel and
my mind flying free, picture perfect is
my memory.
I'll Race Ya to the End.

I faced the devil with a angel by my side.
Taken on the river, damn we’re swimming
strong and high. My head above the water,
no longer do we tread we're taking on
the river , I’ll race ya to the end.

Rocking with the waves, no longer the
threat, the cold waters paralyzing from
the stream mountain fed. A chill caught
me for a moment till your love came on in,
we're taking on the river , I’ll race ya to
the end.

Merry Christmas!

I can’t imagine anyone being threatened by Christmas or the message of hope, faith and love. I believe that no matter where your from or whether you pray or not. Turning a peaceful moment in to hatred is a sin against self. I have always found it hard to comprehend how people are so weak and so insecure that they can not respect another person’s belief . The world is so filled with hatred that the crime is to take a beautiful season and use it to make a political statement for their own religion or lack of religion . It brings me to the conclusion that anyone who would fight in the name of religion or find hatred in such beauty can not be to intelligent .

Merry Christmas! What does the words represent, I say hope that some day people will accept the differences and the beauty of diversity. Lay the path of peace and it shall overflow with love.

He who holds hatred in his heart battles his own demons.

Dance Freely........

The solitaire ballerina pirouettes upon the music box, voiceless to the music that would never stop. Round and round she spin, no where to go, until the magic moment and the wind began to blow.

Snap and crack the pedestal, over wound the key, footloose the ballerina had broken free. I could see her dance no longer choreographed from memory. Dancing on the clouds so graceful and beautifully.

Eloquent a performance, more thought and desire, the ballerina
danced as if her soul was set a fire. Each day her legs strengthened, each whisper from her heart, rejoicing to the moment that for her life starts.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Welcome to My World

Vows of Nature

Clouds variegated in shades of fury pink and hush blue draped the edge of the hills. Precision perfect the canvas bowed to the battle. Breaking all barriers of silence, a slight breeze whispered secrets of the heart.
Intrigued by the vows of nature, the majestic beauty binds
heaven and earth in a performance that embraces
the dance of souls.

How could I not love you?

When in my hour of need

I felt your love brace

my heart and

lift my soul.

Singing> You Went And Did It!

You went and did it, you touched my heart,
taught the heavens how to regenerate a
spark. Closed the gap on distance and time,
twisting and turning created love like a

You went and did it, you made the hills
sing, started with the babbling brook
and moved right into my dreams.

You went and did it, you met with my
soul, took a hold and held it and hand fed
it some fuel.

You went and did it, you made me smile,
gave this world a meaning and made my
life worth while.

You went and did it, made me feel like a
Queen, when everyone knows I’m came
from peasantry means.

You went and did it, placed a spell and
everywhere I go everyone can tell.
The love exudes from inside and like
a billboard there is nothing to hide.

You went and did it, you touched
my heart and no matter the
travels nothing will ever
tear it apart.

Running in the newly fallen snow, I look back to see the footprints left behind. Caught up in my own wonderment of the child we can be, I felt the life surge through my body sending a chill, as we had seized the ability to reach another dimension of emotion, releasing a joy of youth and spirit. As remarkable as it is, we had breached beyond time to glimpse the inner soul birthing in tenderness and laughter. As if I were dancing in a circle to time, laughter became a teenagers giggle and speeding faster , faster and faster, until I had fallen into your arms . The fragments of time blend to bring youth, growth and maturity to the place we now stand. Feeling loved in ways that create the magic of dreams, I felt the woman inside of me released ,as if free for the first time....

Chick flicks ya gotta love them, your basic girl gets guy, guy gets girl and of course the “happily ever after scenario“. Last week I watched a movie where
the girl didn’t get the guy and well didn’t have the usual happy ever....
I found that extremely disturbing in a facetious kind of way. I proposed in my mind to rewrite the script. It reminded me of the chapter books where you could read through them and choose what happens next.
I gave the movie my own ending, he looked deeply into her eyes, felt the
warmth as he held her hands, pulling her ever so close and passionately
kissing her, he realized the woman who had become his best friend was his true love..I laughed, as the new scenario of fantasy brought a smile to my face.

Borrowing a line from James Brown, singing> I feel good, da da da da da
so good, so good, baby I got you!!!!!!!!

This is my world where there is no restraints upon the soul and hearts a flutter engage high above the stars with the sounds of wind blown trumpets in a blissful celebration of life. A flood of laughter wafts from earth to the heavens, tipping the switch on the power of emotion. Here we don’t prohibit the beauty of a smile but encourage this spontaneous release of love. Enter through the mind and explore each day and night through dreams of fantasia. Dance in my arms as we embrace our spirit in completeness. The brazen reflection sparkling from the mountains to the heavens is your being and mine as we bond in a magical display exploding like a star on fire.

A Bouquet

I have watched a rose wilt in bloom,

petals all intact and the beauty fades to soon.

The wound appears to seal itself and heal,

but cutting off the nourishment

left nothing but a chill.

Love takes a little extra time,

given from the heart resuscitates

with a temporary high.

Nothing last forever, so they say,

holding on to yesterday,

creates a colorful


Beautiful Morning

It’s a beautiful morning, a wonderful day, I woke to your love
bringing sunshine my way. Warm and radiant leads from the heart
a sparkling magic that gave love its start.

Wake up to your loving embrace and the smile you put on my face.
I will hold you for the rest of your life, this mystical treasure comes
with a price.

Two kisses in the morning, two kisses at night, multiplied
by eternity equals awfully nice. The fresh fallen snow
dazzles on the pine trees, but the hills of the hollow
have nothing on me.

The walls of the hollow appeared double tall,
the hills and the mountains and the trees and all.

Stronger and faster I started to climb, a love for
the freedom set me on a natural high.

Unlocking the spirit deep in me, now everything
I see is like a living dream.

Driving the road, creating memories, laughing
and giggling in a whimsical tease.

The magic of the moment is unpredictable,
the way you found and took a hold.

I walked a lonely road, cried tears that only I would know,
traveled places all alone, till I met up with you.

The dance under the moon light, found me swooning
through most of the night, living loving and feeling
fine, since you turn my rainbow upside down.

Rocking in your arms to sleep, you took my heart
and made a gentle sweep, all my love and all your
warmth and cradled it all in a dream.

I walked a lonely road, cried tears that only I would know,
traveled places all alone, till I met up with you.

Threads of Gold

Through the pages of life, the magic unfolds,
a love bond woven of threads of gold.

A blanket more precious then anything made,
a weave of faith and trust you laid.

Last night I cuddled with you in my dreams,
this morning I woke to you here with me.

Holding the moment, I’ll never let go of
the friendship built of sunshine and snow.

We met in ways that few would understand,
and unscheduled plan, it’s in God’s hands.

A path that we dare to walk, a conversation
where two hearts daily talk.

A view deeper then the sea and wider
than any universe could be.

We met in ways that few would understand,
and unscheduled plan, it’s in God’s hands.

Walking with the wind this early morn,
companioned with the sun and moon
before a storm.

The leaves dry beneath my feet, crackle
with the distance of your heartbeat.

The curtains opened and I began to dance,
as I fall into the hollows trance. Not of
gaiety and fun, I whirl to a melancholy

Dismal and grey the moon starts to fade,
my eyes adjusting ,still a little strained.
Desperate,I squint to see,the cast of two
loving passionately.

Holiday dancing, so much fun with you,
catching a snowflake or maybe two.

The hollow in colors of red and green ,
dressed in its magic ,creates a scene.

First in the morning and all through
the day, we’re celebrating in our
own way.

Embracing the spirit, takes to
the wind, can’t hide my love
or this silly old grin.
I wouldn't trade

Might be a little childish to put your tongue in your air and catch a few snowflakes in the middle of time square. I wouldn't trade the moments I share with you,acting like a monkey that escaped from the zoo.

You chased away the sadness, you chased away the blues,packed them in a suitcase and bid them adieu.Replaced it with your love and warmed my heart and gave my life a kick start.

Might be a little childish to put your tongue in the air and catch a few snowflakes in the middle of time square. I wouldn't trade......

Beastly Bright

Beastly bright the snow had fallen white,
a dusting of sparkle on the hollow in
the night. Evergreens caging in a dream,
trapped the romance of today’s memories.

Temptation, is the taste of honey sweet,
a seduction in the darkness that places
you with me.

Marvel at the music that filters through
the air, sounds of love meant only for
your ears.

Waters partially frozen tranquilize
my thoughts, breaking the momentum
I think my heart has stopped.

Drifting gently like a ship out at sea,
is the memory filled heart rocking
in the waves of your dreams.


Allow your wings to open in flight,
intensify to a higher high.
Allow your heart to feel, as you
enter into my world.

Vision the quest beyond the hills,
souls embrace, love fulfilled.
Cloak to warm, mission complete,
a connection of love beyond
silk sheets.


My hand are nothing but a tool of love, to write to you my love.
Words to dance upon the page, colorful, many combinations made.
Creations transforming with out end, as they transpire from the
magic you send.

Love is mastered in little time shared, I memorize the years.
Dream like quality keeps you near, I close my eyes and you
appear. I pinch myself to become aware, that you are in my
heart to stay.

I know it’s right when I’m with you, this happiness is true.
I want you forever by my side, you smooth life's bumpy ride.
We scan the world to find, that love is now yours and mine.

I know it’s right when I’m with you, this happiness is true.
I want you forever by my side, you smooth life's bumpy ride.
We scan the world to find, that love is now yours and mine.


Reindeer and snowflakes and memories and heartbreak,
childish laughter and forever after. I know that when
I’m with you nothing matters, as dreams come true.

No skilled needed , no pretense, no sadness, no regrets.
Clearly the path that leads to your heart was paved
with love from two.

Sing softly, whisper gently, from my heart to yours
and when the darkness of life surrounds, remember
who’s loving you.

When the darkness of life surrounds, remember ,
remember who’s loving you......


Bed Rock

Wakened by the dogs barking and I couldn't fall back to sleep.In the middle of a dream with you.

Sitting down on the old bed rock,
memories started flooding and
wouldn’t stop.

Late autumn and her bitter cold,
introduction to the winters hold.

Toe tapping and singing a song,
heart beating louder duets along.

Chilled embrace of a day long gone,
yesterdays reminder through a
love song.

Stream bed nearly dry, mountain
cold water trickling on by.

The day nearly ended and the sun
to set, rain started falling and
I’m get wet.

Frozen glaze as it hits the ground,
icy reminders sparkle all around.