I could paint you a picture Filled with beauty and grace Hide the fears and the scars Behind the walls that I’ve made I could color with Sunshine In bold hues of red and gold Gloss over the dark shadows Those much better left unknown But when the darkened night comes Standing beside you eye
The cup Of my solitude has been emptied Spilled out upon the world Bit by bit Lovingly With reverence I pour From the quiet of my heart To renew the well Once more
Today the birds are a little quieter I hear only one lonely quiet chirp Where just a few short weeks ago there was a loud chorus. Gone now are the speedways between our hummingbird feeder and our neighbors. The breeze is much too cool to sit for long without a sweater and the leaves now
How can I possibly sleep – When the night is so pristine? And all the incessant voices of the day Have now been cleansed from me How can I possibly sleep In this solitude … so serene When all I want is to bathe In the magic of this silent stream.
She walks with me Ever so quietly This poet’s heart That sets me free
Lay my weary headupon a soft bed of earthwhere I can feelthe heartbeat of life against mineto breathe the melodycarried upon the lips of the windand immerse myselfin the harmonious placewhere we become one Let me go hometo where the pristine waters flowproviding strength and sustenancefor my weakened soulwhere I can close my eyes,embraced by
