The bell tolls in the rain
Trecherously on that cliff face
Calling those yet remaining
To the sanctums within

None who are called
Know to what they are beckoned
But they suspect in their hearts
It is no salvation

The great wooden doors
Of that church are opened
But nothing exits
Save the screams of the lost

Today is different from yesterday
I’ve had this question in my head
For the whole day
I don’t  know if its mere coincidence
Or perhaps something more
But it feels like Serendipity

You are the flower
And I’m a passing butterfly
My heart flutters everytime you smile
Don’t be afraid to love me
Because from the first moment
My eyes met yours
I knew I already loved you

You are the light in my dark world
The tender fire when I am cold
You teach me the right way
When I’m on the wrong road
You are the angel who saved me
Serendipity

Sometimes I get lonely
Though I know I’m not alone
It’s hard not to feel this way
When one’s so far from home
But all it takes feel
Whole and at peace again
Are the simple little things
You do for me now and then
A laugh, your bright smile  
Or a simple good night kiss
Strange how such little things
Can turn sadness into bliss
So no matter where I am
Whether far away or near
Know that it’s the little things
You do that I hold dear

Bathed in morning gold
The peaks and forests old
A gentle breeze blows through
The pines and ancient yews
Mountain spring and flowers
Sweet scent of the dawn hours
The waking world and her song
Forgotten again before long

A faint orange light
Flows in through the shades
Almost fragile
As if aware
That soon it will fade
To deeper hues
Until it vanishes
Giving way to the tranquil silver
Of a long coming night

Cry out to me
And me alone
Let me take your burdens
As you take mine
Let me hold you close
For both our sakes
And when the morning comes
Though grey clouds linger
let us start anew
Confident in ourselves
And in each other

I walk at night
From where I came
To where I’ll go
I cannot say
Sometimes I feel lost
Without a home
A wandering soul
On the roam
I think of love
And who loves me
Who I am
And who I’ll be
When at last
I’ve figured out
What this thing
Called loves about