For now she watches from a distanc… Wanting so much to be a part Of the dream she sees every day That’s tearing her apart for some Reason she can’t let you go she wa…

Bare roots twist incredible design… Cascading down to drink the river They float between the banks among The rocks you say “Lie back and Look up, Mom”—green bordering

She had a vision of the days of he… In her vision she saw the chieftai… He looks at the women of his tribe He looks at the one who stood so p… He looks at her with fire in his e…

Rivers Rivers Rivers cool cold Refreshing rivers, running, leapin… Joyously over the waterfalls. Flying rapturously through the air With a song of praise cupping

Every now and then, When he feels like a writer... When ideas are embedded in his hea… And every which way he turns He bounces gently off the insides…

She can not say that She wishes you had never Come into her life Because that isn’t quite true. She can say that

Come the night on velvet wings, Ephemeral chorus rings. Melodic silence fills the calm, Awaits the mist-like rays of dawn. Tranquil beauty of the night

Disarray finds its grace lain upon… Hamlet, shall no one touch your sp… So shameless your name like the gl… Your purpose finds no voice, but o… Your words, misshapen, looking to…

Faded leaves fall aside Pale gray sky envelopes all Summer’s gone and fall is stale Aching world begins to weep Somewhere on the verge of change

Oh Gloomy Death! Knocking on the door Piercing the sinews of her heart Tearing her soul apart Then, beckoning her slowly...

Have you reached the Crossroads Of your life? Was the road clear or full of stri… Do you look back and give a wistfu… Turning for things and times gone…

Before the sun rises, Grandpa and he take a long walk. They walk over mountains, and vall… They walk and walk. Until they reach a pond filled wit…

Upon the least well-crowded walk h… And yield to some strange influenc… Rosenthal and Rosenthal have gone… Said the name-plate upon the fast-… Tread unceasingly, citizens unknow…

The rose is a wonder for the eye; So beautiful it could make one cry… Its petals open up in spring, The time new birds begin to sing. Its beauty is for all to see;

Secret places Have treasures of mysteries Inner thoughts hidden Conceal unfounded knowledge Broken hearts wounded