Oh! What a lofty goal to sit and watch the clouds float by. Taught to always hurry, to go and to do, use your time wisely and you’ll be someone too! But I have no desire to be measured by man, to count my possessions or be judged by professions. Thus, I come to Nature
Red, orange, and gold Fall From the sky Carried by the breeze They dance On by Singing Their bold colors As they touch The sun’s light Then kissing the Earth As they whisper Good night
The forest sings A thousand songs Filled with wisdom Collected over centuries And I, A solitary human With my finite Heart Doing all I can To hear Their whispers.
Don’t knock on the door, don’t come to callyour efforts are in vain, there’s nobody home.she’s turned out the lights in her eyes,said her good-bye’swanders now, seeking those neon signs. miles and miles of open road,lights dimmed now with nowhere to go.lost in the dark emptiness of her own bitter soul,she seeks the vacancy out
In the quietest hours of the night Unbidden, she opens her eyes Half awake, half asleep, One foot still within the world of dreams She hears the echoes On these four walls, Here and now – Life calls. She untangles herself from The sheets, half dressed and with Barefoot feet. She steps out into the
She tiptoes across The living room floor Remembering the dance That once was and Is no more Longing to let the music Carry her away Wistfully, quietly, Her heart begins to sway As soft as the flickering Candle light The music begins to shine From her eyes A tentative step forward And backward she goes
A Quiet Heart 