One Snowy December Morn

It's a really cold morning and I'm snuggled in fleece,

I gazed out the window at the cold snowy scene.

The bare trees are waving hello and the hills

sparkling with a blanket of December snow.

Icicles form on the cliff like rock, they would tell

a story if they could talk. They'd tell you how much

I love you as they glisten in the sunshine, the ice

crystal sparkles like your love does in my mind.

Winter has suddenly arrived and with its storms

it brings a sign. The magic of its powers are surely

defined, like the flurry of snowflakes and the

winds cry the touch upon the spirit moves me

from inside.

When I wake up the very first thing I do,

is give my thanks for the love of you.

When I smile its of no surprise that it's

you that's always on my mind.

When I sing it's from the heart, the

words of love that celebrate the spark.

When I dream the heavens are my guide

and on the clouds we dance so fine.

When I count my blessings at the top of

the list you'll find the dreams that make

you mine.

The first snowfall finally made its way,

the crystal white on the evergreens lay.

Like a dream the magic scene brings

your love to me, in the dance where

hearts sing.

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The window,sunlight,snowfall and dreams

,all are dusted with sweet memories.

I made a stop while in the city to see my dear friend Olga. I have known her more than half of my life. She played an instrumental part, both her and her family in my life. They were my summers, my holidays and a big part of the good memories that I hold closest to my heart. Time has taken its toll, at eighty five years of age, she hasn't excepted the changes that aging has played upon her life. I found the few hours with her both warming and a bit sad.

Olga is the last surviving member of her intermediate family and as with my own grandmother, I could never imagine how difficult it must be to watch those you love pass on. Because of her unwillingness to accept the changes and welcome a new day, the loneliness which she suffers eats away at her spirit. I tried to tell her that is what memories are for through the millions of photographs she attained over the years. She said it is not enough.

I gave her the lecture on the holiday story, " it's a wonderful life" and reminded of what she has done for so many people. She cried, I cried with her. She mentioned after her parents had died that she wished to see them in a dream. She said they have been gone almost fifty years and it wasn't till this week that she had a dream of her mother. She said she couldn't remember much other than her mother saying Olga hasn't come home yet. She than looked at me and said "I am not afraid. "

It really is about excepting change and for Olga she stood still while the world around her moves on. Each day brings something new, it's always a moment waiting to happen. New people, places faces and rarely is it what we think it will be like. Gifts, the most precious gifts are those you least expect that come in most unique packaging, the colorful joy of life.It is not that she has aged that is so sad, it is that she believes she has aged that is difficult to watch.

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Aging is the willingness to give in and

the difference between living and existing.

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It's not what we can't do in life

but we can do.

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In reality the ten year old dominates

for through the eyes of a child I am

reminded that anything is possible.

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Allow the heart the depth of emotion to view the world in most simplistic state.

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I am as all that have gone before me,

a spirit in the wind.

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Love is so grand that it lights the darkest of night

as it brings a sense of warmth to the soul.

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The Dreams Are Ours

This window is not like any I've have ever seen,

where once stood bare trees stands your memory.

The sun masked behind the darkened clouds, sifts

on through the heavens to bring your love on down.

Hold my hand, take my heart, the dreams are ours

as the world awaits the love that you and I have

found.

I can feel the warmth of your wondrous embrace,

the happiness from my soul which my heart

gives thanks.

Hold my hand, take my heart, the dreams are ours,

as the world awaits the love that you and I have

found.

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Let's put some music on,

sing a song, as you

dance along with me.

Let's start a dream,

allow the sun to beam,

and guide your soul to me.

Let's put some music on,

sing a song, as you

dance along with me.

And I Love You So

...such is love

The complexity of our character teeters on the threads of our imagination. Each experience and person we meet will stimulate internally creating an outward response to life. The depth of our personality is like the many layers of the earth, from a field of emotion to a mountain of curiosity. It is our competence to sift through and retain that which will allow us to achieve on both a personal and academic level.

On the surface of our character is that which we want people to see, the positive strains of our personality,those which attract people, our intellect, humor, views of the world and how we digest the daily experiences. Because the mind and spirit is a complex set of neurons, like fillers that reach out in a sensory mode to those we come in contact with, we are constantly morphing. What stimulates and encourages the various threads of emotion? I think it depends on which part of us is stronger or weaker. The diversity of action is in the response we have to the people around us. It would be my conjecture that there is something to the philosophy that" we do become like the company we keep" Can we out grow an experience? It is definitely possible for one being to be trapped on one level or another and not see the growth potential of their own soul.

There is a heaviness or a weight of treading in yesterdays waters. Tiresome and bewildered without direction one becomes overwhelmed by the rise of the water. Making it to shore reveals

our strength even though the waves return as a reminder of a moment of weakness. More complex and with the ability to retain, the mind becomes a battle ground in which all thoughts fight to remain above the heaviness of a thousand seas.

It might be that we lean towards being gregarious and that our tendency to need people places us on a stage of vulnerability. The energy level can be attributed to the excitement, the release of emotion and all that comes within a comfort zone.

There are other factors that are much more important such as our willingness to trust and the sincerity of our actions. When we open our heart, we are allowing another soul a place within our very own. What are the consequences of our thoughts and actions? Depends on which threads are taunt against the canvas and which threads will break under pressure. When our consciousness meets with the unconsciousness a revelation of the depth of our being is placed on display.

I am yesterday, today and tomorrow.

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I have met crazy, lust and love

and only love holds me in the

night, warms my spirit and

soothes my soul.

Sings.. and have yourself a Merry Litlle Christmas Day!

The holidays actually bring really good memories as a child. From my father finding days after Christmas that Santa Claus actually did leave a gift for me, but it fell out of his bag and it was on the roof top all the time. We had a church that lit on the front lawn and it had a speaker attached and it played holiday songs all day till dark. We use to go door to door and sing holiday songs, seems like a lot of that doesn't happen as much anymore. Though we still make a day of it to cut down a Christmas tree. Which this year will be December 6th, which is actually St Nicholas day and my son's birthday. Which brings to mind the children putting their shoes out on St. Nicholas to see if they would get a small treat or gift.

My grandmother wasn't the usual rocking chair grandma and I believe she has the most amount of impact or influence on me. There was always a sense of a pride when we would visit her at work and the trips to downtown Pittsburgh were always so much fun, especially at the holidays. Crowd would line up in rows to watch the animated holidays windows, I can rememeber squeezing between the crowd of people to get a glimpse of the magical windows.
It is the ever important first that always seem to hold a special place in your heart. I thought that there was allot about childhood I didn't remember and than some of the most simplistic memories flowed through the cracks to create page after page of memories. As if like a cartoon book that is drawn one cell after another, the memories came back to life. From picking out my very first dress for kindergarten with my grandmother, to dining in the main resturant in the department store, to core current memories. Each day we are in the process of creating a first, that we will retain and store forever in our hearts. So this year I wish everyone a happy first moment, may each day be filled with dreams that do come true.


I like the first snowfall,
sparkling white,
a dusting upon the hills
to light up the night.

The cool crisp air,
that whips through
the air, to waken
the spirit and allow
dreams to appear.

I like the memories,
warm to my heart,
leads through the
morning, surfaces
in the dark.

The music inviting
and wonderful as
can be, speaks to
the heart and sets,
the soul free.

I love the moment
when I close my eyes
and your heart so
tender beats next
to mine.

Kindness bestowed from
the heavens above, sends
in a dream your unselfish
love.
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The waves of the ocean race to thes shore, speaks to me of the one I adore. You're the sun in my morning, the stars in my night, the love of my life that makes everything right.

The wind is known to us all, to whisper the song in its night call. Tell him I love and how much I care ,whispering wind tell him I am right there.

The moon so full and so bright looks down upon with a smile each night. The stars that shine in the sky over head are the stars out your window for you goodnight bed.

I am as close as a dream when you close your eyes and that my love is no surpise. Close your eyes and hold me close through the rest of the night.

Dancing on Clouds

I can remember the first time I danced on clouds. What is dancing on clouds and what stimulates the spirit in such away that it is lifted to the heavens? The euphoria that reaches into the heart and spins it in circles is created through many an experience. The first time I felt that excitement move my inner spirit was with the colliding of kindred spirits. Kindred spirits think on the same level, except and respect, almost in away as if we are drawn to our own kind. Sometimes this draw has to do with the way we think, the way we view the world and other times it has to do with the moving of emotions.

I do believe that we are drawn into situations by a deep desire to share in all that life has to offer. The beauty of life is in the knowledge attained. Some would call it useless knowledge, but I don't believe anything is useless. In the domino effect, everything comes into play when we look at the outcome. Through the years I have experienced many emotions which created an uncontrollable desire to dance on the clouds. Capable of absorbing the energy and applying it to the days events, I find the control of my future creates the most uncontrollable dance of excitement.

Dancing on clouds,

your soul and mine,

a dance in the heavens,

in the blue of the sky.

The euphoria escapes

from deep inside,

filled with happiness

I just can't hide.

I am happy to be here,

to hold your hand, to

accept the journey

through uncharted lands.

Rainbows and stardust,

moonbeams and dreams

all have their place,

in our memories.

Dancing on clouds,

you're here with me,

and we are celebrating,

what was meant to be.

Closed Eyes, Opened Heart

Dreams and daydreams both exist on a conscious and subconscious level. Whether it is something about the moment that reaches out and inspires us or an emotion deep inside that surfaces, dreams are created in what is sometimes a misunderstood state of mind. Waking up to the images that bring you so close that my heart races undoubtedly have a quality of realism that is difficult to separate .

The beauty of love is that it can reach into places within our very soul and express through various means. Just above the tree line, high beyond the hills, the moon had broken through the clouds to reveal a silhouette against the dark of blue. I am the fire that is fueled by the passion to burn with desire, the spirit that connects the heavens to the earth through the simplicity and joy of my hearts very own conviction.

Truth lay a path and the revelations appear in the path of life and the choices we revere. Respect and acknowledge what many can't see, for we were chosen to follow the dream. To bring from the heavens and give to the earth, the visions of love through natures own birth. Blue birds and sparrows, fields of green and deep in the hollow the mountains are seen. Sounds of the rain, the feel of the wind, the invitation a welcome as a new chapter begins.

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My fingers upon the keyboard, my soul right next to yours and as I type the words, the dreams are now explored. The Lord has simply spoken, he sent you to my door and as I welcome you on in, I view the journey as I never had before.

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Lets Make A Memory (Rex Smith)