It's pouring out now
wondering how
it is on
the shore

Wishing I was smelling
the salt air
probably wouldn't be
such a bore

Walk on the beach
with only a glair
by myself wondering
why I was there

No one would be
on the sand
even if there were
two people
or
more than a
hundred

For the sands
Through The Hourglass
Are not the same
as they would be under
my feet

The sound of the Waves
crashing on the
shore
sound so much
better before

Take a deep breath
**** it all in
This trip will
be over
Another will begin

The sun is out now
this is how
my poem
will end

Simba

Good night to you
wherever you are
So far away nothing
is the same

I'm not sure what
tune to play
I'm wondering what
to do
If I will be staying
or
I'll be going away

I put it in
God's hands
It's all I can do
Roses are red Violets are blue
It's out of my
hands now
It's all up to you

For you will decide
what my future
will bring
You have control
over everything

I am down on my knees
I am praying to you
That somehow the sunlight
will shine through

Roses are red Violets are blue

changed the course
of my life
For I love you

Simba

As I sit here under
the crescent Moon
Just about half past 2 a.m.
I realized
how I don't like
being away from you

I sit under the crescent Moon
wishing never to be solitude
For you are
the crescent Moon
Illuminating through
the night sky

I'm thinking of you
in a pleasant tune
Under the stars as well as
the crescent Moon
I truly am missing you

Jumping star to star just
to get to you
Above
the crescent Moon

I will climb it so
I can hold you tight
While we listen
to the stars twinkle
To make a wish
upon a shooting star

My wish is for you
My lady
To love through and through
To be happy with me
for
I am happy
with you

Simba

I sit up on the hill at peace.
The day goes by as I sit here feeling free.
Something tranquil comes
over me!
It's a spirit deep down
inside of me.
The cry of the lone wolf that
comes out of my mouth.
Following through the night,
waiting for the sound
to answer me.
I listen to the wind blow,
through the leaves
of the trees.
From the sounds of the
little birds,
that come through
  I can see and hear some
others I can't see.
The call of the red tail hawk
in the distance
For I'm
beneath the trees
Wishing you were here
To share these sounds
with me
I believe it derives
from
The tribe called Cree

Simba

Roses are red  
violets are blue
I get so nervous
when you're far away
I don't know why
I guess I'm built
that way
I really don't know
what to say
I don't know what
to expect
You will hit the beach
for a week
I will be here
not able to eat
Probably won't even
sleep
Not knowing what
I should do
Your life will remain
the same
My life
is going
to change
You will still drive down
that driveway
Everything in
your life
will remain the same
I was just a
substitute
To you know
who
I am the one
that had to stay
in the shadow
Even the one
before me
So I would not
exposure you
I became
obsessed
I could not tell
anybody
about you
Except for the ones
in my circle
everyone else
I had to hide
for you
Nothing was going
to change
no matter what
he said
Even if he beat you
or mentally
abused you
It was going to stay
the same
For the status
For the sake of face
even for your
kids sake
You stayed with
that abuse or maybe
it was just an excuse
Even when you're laying
in my bed, you said
you felt safe
with my arms around you
Nothing was going
to
change
Everything was going to
remain the same
You have wished the
worst of him
I know I'm saying things
over and over again
You probably won't read what
I wrote to
you
Roses are red violets are blue
I am truly going
to miss you
I wish there was something
else I could do
Maybe it will work out
for both of you
to get closer
To be as 1 instead of 2
or maybe they'll
be another
or you go back to
the other
I want you to know
Mary Ann
I love you

Simba