Sunday, March 13, 2011

Expression for the Heart

The thrill comes before
The excitement builds inside
Your heart is ready to express

You make your way out
The lights ripple down
Your heart is ready to express

The music gradually crescendos
And your mind just floats away
Your heart is finally able to express

You move this way and that
Your emotion shoots out of your body
Your heart is happy to express

You don't think, you don't worry
Happiness blows you up like a balloon
Your heart is loving the expression

Your dance is over, you gently bow down
Your mind comes back with the building applause
Your heart is not done expressing

You walk off, sprinting on a cloud
Adrenaline does not leave your system
Your heart is missing the time to express

Saturday, March 12, 2011

The Thing With Many Faces












It flies high, way up in the clouds
It swings low, on the branches of trees
It grows up, like vines on a house
It dangles and jingles, like groups of keys

It dives down deep, it floats at the surface
It crawls with the animals in the wild
It wrestles with the wind, gives the breeze a kiss
It runs around and plays with a child

It holds on tight, like a clippy in your hair
It lets you go, like wet hands on a glass
It sings to you each morning, getting you through the day on a dare
It dances through your mind, the present, the past

What is it, you may ask?
What could do all of these things?
It can disguise anything, like a strange mask.
It's a dream, it's a dream, like a bells that rings

Friday, March 11, 2011

Eternal Love
















When you find that love
That one true love
You see that it's delicate
Like a frail, white dove

You'll look to the moon
Each and every night
Thinking and thinking
Only one in your sight

Your love will grow
Like a blooming flower
It will have rough times
Like a rare rain shower

You'll want it final
Official, you will
Never-ending, declared with a ring
To admire by the window sill

It will hit you with passion
Burn to your soul
Together forever
Will be your eternal goal

It may seem petty
Useless, unnecessary
But then you'll turn around
And it's you it'll bury

Watch out, I say
Don't rush things through
Because you won't find it
It will find you