Words I think
and
those I feel
separate
but merge surreal.
In my mind
or in my heart
words together
yet apart.
Blunt or sweet
words of choice
trying to find
that inner voice.
Powerful tools
for all to use
encouraged by
a certain muse.

Through time
and tests
and fields
and quests
a will to do
a will to be
came for you
but not for me.
Reverse the wish
and smile inside
and know your dreams
are still alive.
And I shall
do the same.

To validate
serves to create
a reason to believe.
For one and all
both large and small
we should not hesitate,
as one might say
this might or may
interfere with fate.

A songbird sang
to me and told,
of pages old
and pages gold,
where flowers danced
among the fields
and secrets shared
were never sealed.
Those days are gone
so goes the song,
and time has told
as life unfolds
that birds still sing,
but everything
is not revealed
among the fields.

The light of day
and dark of night
a universal wrong and right
captivates our
chosen lives
and everything for which we strive.
The music plays
so we must dance
and choreography
is left to chance,
and in this chance
is where we see
all that we can truly be.

Spring's sweet thaw
has met me here
so shed no more
a single tear,
and understand
I did not die
and in this ground
I do not lie.

The bluest sky
the greenest grass
like all life
on earth
must pass.
The purple field
and yellow hill
speak softly
the creator's
will.
To preview all
this glory be
a glimpse
into eternity.