Archive for August, 2007

One cold windy night
I decided to take a walk.
When all of the sudden,
time stood still…
Not a leaf stirred.

From out of nowhere,
I heard an owl’s hoot.
Turning around,
I saw not a soul,
just dried fallen leaves.

Panic stricken –
My mind said “Shout!”
But, my voice was gone.
I was silenced mute,
could not find the words.

So, I raced panting,
Up the street of life.
At my own footprints,
With quiet trepidation,
I glanced back…

Then, as the wind,
swept them away,
without a trace,
My heart sank…
and time went on.

yldara 0919952007

somewhat red without the dairy
slightly pink, frothy concoction
with a straw for easy suction
ice cold milk, to make it airy

refreshingly sweet sort of drink
not the usual creamy smooth
given a parched dry throat to soothe
distinctly delicious, I think

although many may not agree
with my opinion entirely
I go for a watermelon smoothie
on a hot day: my cup of tea!

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mystic tree of life
of perfect beauty and grace
purified by strife

restore tenderly
all dreams in sorrow broken
and in truth set free

create, now create
a legend that was foretold
a story so great

arise from the mire
all hope and faith anew
a spirit on fire

then as dreams do end
wisdom found, of glory tell
all, to heaven send

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