Knight-Maiden

Sunrise Here I stand Beneath rays of Rising sun. Air humid. Heat not at strength, Soon to be. My back to The eastern skies, Blind to sight. I taste salt, It is the air. This a dream? How long since I have seen it- The ocean? I can hear Roaring of waves. This a dream? Imagine, Running fingers Through the sand. Imagine, The waves tugging My ankles. Imagine The salty wind In my hair. But if I Turn towards this dream, Will it leave? I shall risk. Slowly turning, With closed eyes. I take sight. I do not dream. It is true. The ocean, Sparkles beneath Brilliant sun. The waves are Crashing to shore, Then re

       My Dreams Go Far       My dreams go far,        To my very soul.      If they not marred,   Perhaps reaching goal.       My dreams go far,      I wish them to last,       Live without scars,      Telling of their past.       My dreams go far,       Drifting into night,        Perhaps to stars. They leave with day’s light.

Fantasy It is the Realm often Referred to As my mind Tales of the Heroes With pure hearts Of gold Ladies In waiting, Hoping for knights to Joust in honor of them Dragons fly high Above kings’ castles Breathing fire upon The world below Elves are Immortal Perfect aim with Their arrows and bows Where giants Roam with clubs in hand, Mistaken for mountains, Shadows covering land And I may not Be there in body But fantasy Reigns in my heart

A Spell He would be tall And handsome Protective Of me His locks Would be soft And as Dark as night With a smile That reached his eyes He’d capture my heart And never release it. His eyes would be Orbs of the deepest Green, revealing Nothing but honesty He would grasp My attention My heart And my soul It is him That I wish for Every morn’ And night If only A wand Was within My hand If only The words Be tasted By my tongue A spell, Oh a spell It Would be…

If Not For You The world would not Have been nearly as Beautiful If not for you The world would Have less laughter To fill the air If not for you The world would Miss the beating Of a heart If not for you The world would have One less life Touched by a good soul If not for you The world would Exist without The goodness of love If not for you

1967 The year you were born. Not long ago. Unique, simply because It brought you here. Perhaps you remember Buffalo Springfield With their famous lyrics “Stop, Hey, What’s That Sound.” Ronald Reagan became Of the most populous state The governor of Californ-i-a The film Of the year Was dubbed The Graduate Far out hippies With flower power Flocked to scene of Woodstock Festival It was the Year of the Sheep On the Chinese Zodiac It was when Louis Armstrong Wrote “What A Wonderful World” It absolutely Could not have been The same If not for you

The Memory Awake before my eyes open. A morning of beauty in May. The sheet lies on bed unused. The night was hot and humid. Morn differs from the rest. The widows open wide. A breeze makes presence known. Gently wraps around me. Invisible friend whispers in ear. It bids me to awaken. With comes comfort scent Gardenia, The source just outside my room. I feel I am outside, If not for bed beneath me. Want this to last forever, Tempted not to open eyes. Yet, the orbs do so slowly. Do so with out my knowing. The sun smiling upon me. It beckons me to rise. I respond while basking in the rays. Breeze increasing the further I g

Night I in center, World has no color, For it is night. Morn’ has yet to come. There is a forest Not far from me. I can hear the trees, Whispering wind. Morn’ has yet to come. The stars above me, I try to reach, But too far away. Content to watch. Morn’ has yet to come. I hear a scuffling -- An animal. I feel eyes watching -- Only my mind. Morn’ has yet to come. My mind is open. I hear the world. My dreams and hopes drift With changing winds. Morn’ has yet to come. And there is a light. It breaks through trees. Dawn arrives now, With go my dreams. Morn’ has yet to leave.

Leaving Dreams It is night. I am alive. My eyes closed, Yet mind alert. Dreams come, Like a ship. Until the wind Blows them away. My eyes watch. I hold out my hand, In the hopes The dreams may return. But they do not. Dreams swamped by darkness. Only the stars Are left to guide me.

Let My Heart Swell My own heart aches. My face reveals me. Please relinquish me. I wish to wake. Summon me to life. Please do not hush me. Betray me not.