Promise Ring

The light captures the rings beauty,
sparkling even through the night.

Three bands form to one,
they promise me always.

The ring compliments the red of my nails,
shining even brighter.

The ring silences rage,
reminding me to have faith.

It lies in a drawer of velvet,
made to protect its beauty.

The ring radiates my happiness,
one glance and you can see.

The gold of the band,
and silver of the hearts,
form into one.

A shadow beneath the ring,
forms upon my finger,
designating its eternal place.

A sunset is not as beautiful as this,
nor a blooming rose.

"I promise you," lies upon it,
you can not read it,
but it is there.

The ring matches my earrings,
though entirely unattended,
I am glad.

It was given to me on Valentines Day,
is that cliche?
The meaning was not.

Each day is better with the ring,
a symbol of my love.

On A Bed of Stars

Creativity is a little girl,
diamonds from head to toe,
long sweeping hair,
she's an heiress.

She lies on a bed of stars,
sleep in a sky of tales,
and awakes to the shining sun.

She comes from the depths of the sea,
where great souls dream,
and imagination breathes.

Spinning in circles,
she falls upon clouds,
dancing her way through a castle.

Beautiful Words

Never refrain from different.
Find freedom within the lines.
See beauty in the words,
As sun shines music on your thoughts.

Raise Color All Around You

Color life in laughter,
on a canvas of faith.
Mix weakness with strength,
and cowardice with courage.
Paint a base of thoughtful and true,
then fill with plenty of love.
Gain light from dull,
and sorrow from shallow.
Preserve your true nature.
Raise color all around you.

Who's In Your Head

Who's in your head?
Aim,
Shoot--
Another man dead.
Or was it a mother,
A child,
Brother?
Sister.
Orders taken but
Who's in your head?
Is this what you signed up for--
Or do you suddenly doubt?
Images far from erasable,
Memories never left out.
Run as far as you can,
It will always catch back up.
Who's in your head--
When war is far from dead?

In Your Head

Who's in your head,
When warm turns cold,
And promises expire.

Who's in your head,
When blue turns gray,
And sheets cover your problems.

Who's in your head,
When love becomes hate,
And we no longer exist.

Autumn Night

Trees, stones, flowers, grass, road, house, pond, football game, spirit, wonderful night...don't leave me now...

Truth

Was I really on your mind,
You showed up on my doorstep.
Words that broke my heart,
You said you never meant it,
Out of trust, trust, trust...

Love

Love is not discovered but felt.
It is not forced but embraced.
It is not physical but there.
Love is knowing.
It is the willingness to do anything for that one special person but not change.
Love is the acceptance of your heart and their heart in one.
Love is an extraordinary gift that when felt nothing will compare.