Seasons change

The light that was once so bright
Is hiding behind the night.
The stars that danced
Now stationary
The moon
Has looked the other way.

Water falling from sad eyes.
Lips forgetting how to smile.
Arms with no one to embrace.
A Heart slowing down its pace.

Being lost and unfound
Unsure of shaky ground.
Standing alone, 
amongst the trees,
Waiting for water to cover me.

No warmth between these hills
No direction to follow
 For one moment may I ask to borrow?
Mountains hiding an unknown tomorrow.

Waiting to know what I have forgotten
Hoping to see past the night
Looking for solid ground.
Asking anyone
Find me.

Behind closed walls

What is this that always comes between us?

I reached for you 
You pulled away
Can't tell you how that felt 
To watch you walk away.

Yesterday was wonderful
Today you run away
Tomorrow, I pray for you to stay.

We dance around wanting
We crave never enough
We hope for better
Is there ever room for just us?

lost within a secret
living in the shadow of what could be.
Looking for some one to hear
 My silent screams.

 Confused in a sea of emotion
Tangled in a web of lies
Hoping to find some truth
Behind blank eyes.

I hide behind walls I've taken years to build
Why should I take them down?
You are curious about the other side,
But not curious enough to climb?
You ask me to trust and believe
When I do, will you too leave?

Why take the chance?
Why fight at all
Nothing hurts behind these walls.
Accept the thought that I am alone
But I can forget I thought that thought at all.

Be curious all you want
It is the true 
Who might get past these walls.
For I am the keeper of heartache and pain
What you think you see
Might not be at all
So, only the brave 
Should try to battle these walls.

Are there any brave ones amongst you?

Enriching our lives

Let us not take for granted the smile of a small child.  
The beauty of their hearts as they walk through the world with joy, innocence, and above all their own sense of style.

We may never know when these smiles are taken from us.  
When we will no longer be able to share the view of the world through their eyes.

The little children are here to enrich our lives, and add to our future.
Let us help them to spread their wings, let us help them to fly.

Let us give them the ability to see the world for what it has to offer them. 
For as long as they are here to believe in it, to feel it, and to see it.
The world is theirs for the taking.

If we are able to give them all of this every day they are here with us.

Maybe then, the day they float off this earth and fly in the clouds with the angels.
We will know we did all we could to watch them smile.

We did all we could to enrich their lives.
We touched their hearts as much as they filled ours.

In our tears and sorrow we can feel complete.
For in our loss here on earth, we know they are soaring.

They are spreading their wings; they are dancing above us, they are playing amongst the stars.

They are smiling down on us, they are inspiring our lives, and they are touching our hearts.

Let us not take for granted the smile of a small child.
For someday, we may need the smile from a child, to carry us through the loss of our own small child.
From Poetry book:  Looking to be seen