Some dreams are carved by hand,
Some dreams are sketched on sand,
And some dreams tend to fade,
into the loneliness of the shade.
Essence Of Beauty
From the early hours that shaped my form
until the night when thoughts were born,
In a time where Heaven was still blue,
and words spoken were always true.
The Long Wait
I wait for time to pass
watching sand in the hour glass,
expecting to find you here,
time spent will never return.
I Shall Have Peace
I shall have peace
after the sun's descent,
after the moon's ascent,
against the peaceful trees
Beauty Of Your Eyes
I woke up into an amazing scene,
something about the stars
and the hope they beam;
Countless candles lit the way