Nature's Melody
Dedicated To: Jamie

Have you ever walked a mountain trail
So high - you could reach out and touch
the sky?
A trail that winds its way through a forest
of greenry?
Majestic pines gently waving their branches
saying hello to you.
Trails that many have walked before you
and many more to come?
As new to you as the golden sunrise on a
summer's morning?

Have you ever waded in a clear mountain
stream - and felt sand squish between
your toes?
Have you ever seen a robins nest filled
with hungry mouths?
Has your heart ever quickened when out
of the forest you step into nature's
wonderland of the setting sun and a
perfect view of the moon?


The Darkness Living With Us

I can feel a darkness living here with us.
Its like a malovent ghost speaking in cliches.
Only the words that I hear are not funny at all.
I'm filled with bitterness and an icy coldness.
My heart is blocked by a wall of ice.
Emotions raging and railing.
He vehemently denies all wrong doing.
The darkness feels wrinkled and a little strange.
It seems stuck in the past. It doesn't move forward
in time.
Somedays it feels like my life is spinning out
of control.


The Man In The Moon

The silence of midnight is eerily forboding.
Conjuring up images as I enter the fog.
Translucent fingers of mist greedily devouring
all in its path.
A name echoes in my mind taking a perverse pleasure.
I see it out of the corner of my eye.
Is this real or part of an illusion?
The ominiscent voice of the wind evokes absolute
silence.
The feeling of being watched.
Guilt and Fear vying for attention inside of my mind.
I am not imagining things.
A bright light from out of nowhere quickly
swallows the image.
Making the hairs prickle on the back of my neck.
Goose bumps crept up both arms.
This only confirms my suspicions. I'm not alone.
My eyes are wide with horror.
The moons eyes gleam like a sorcerer.
Mesmerizing me with molten eyes.
Both spellbound and seducing.
Is this image real or is it an enchanted illusion?
I wish I knew.


The Moon

The moon is watching me. It glimmers like a princess
among the balconies of the rocks and trees.
The moon does not have a single dream. When it sleeps,
it sleeps like a person of death.
When the moon is excited its eyes blaze, fiercely
determined. Like a graveyard bloom.
The moon is all around us. It's face is like a mask.
A true citizen of the night for both the living and the
dead.
The moon is free from pain. It has an inborn shield
to keep it from seeing the wickedness of the world.