Seven stolen blades
A restless impatient Night
Cups from Crowns pour peace
Above all, the Sun will rise
Truth and light restore the heart
Tag: Misc.
Old weathered pages
Thicker, off-white in color
Bound in dark leather
Tea-stained brown with small dimples
Holding cherished memories.
I laugh at the world,
It has a sense of humor!
When memories fade,
And embers whisper of smoke,
Sure! Pour me some gasoline!
You are most welcome
Please pull up a chair and stay
We can talk about
Anything? Everything!! OR
Nothing in particular
Bonfire’s Song
By Beauty’s Light, my heart takes flight,
In Service True, with all my might,
Seek Wisdom’s grace, let knowledge grow,
My Trust be true in all we know.
With health I stand, both strong and free,
My work, my gifts, for you and me,
In all I do, may this be clear
I cast these words, with love sincere.
A fog rolling in
My imagination stirred
Like cream in coffee
Great billowing cloudy thing
Sugar melts like stars at dawn
Deep within the vault
Midnight poetry lurking
Just outside my reach
Vocabulary consumed
Such weight on my shoulders, still
Who would have guessed it
My love for every season
Could be distilled and
Captured within these verses
Month by month, year over year.
End of an Era!
For the employee or firm?
Perhaps both are true.
But growth requires great changes,
Sometimes at the highest level.
Something so small and
Significant yet always
Invisible to
The common man or woman
No preference is given