DREAM MAKER

Dream Maker came

Along in the night,

While in the midst of

Sweet Twilight.

Crescent moon was shining,

Stars twinkled up above;

I was bestowed a dream,

That which of love.

I closed my eyes,

Without thought or fear.

Sweet seduction invoked me,

Drew me near.

Warmth of emotion,

Surrounding, without sound

Complete fulfillment,

Pleasure all around.

All life's glories,

Secrets galore,

One couldn't ask

For anything more.

Dream Maker nudged again!

Gently in my sleep,

With the promise....that my dreams

Were forever mine to keep.

I knew I must awaken,

Knew it must be soon.

When my eyes did open;

Twinkling stars greeted me,

Along with crescent moon.

I anxiously await,

In the evening of the night

For Dream Maker to come,

In the midst of Sweet Twilight.



GENEVIEVE

My baby sister

Whom I adore.

A sister yes,

But, she's so much more.

Truly a gift

From above,

We'll always share

A special love.

My confidant

Through thick and thin,

I just don't know

Where to begin.

Fun and laughter

Fears and tears,

We've been greatly blessed

For so many years.

I can't imagine

My life without her,

Thank you Lord!

Shes' made my world.......

Much happier.

~  Dedicated to my sweet sister Genny ♥ ~

I love you endlessly and always.

LIMBO

Can anyone really....

Tell us why?

We didn't see,

Or hear the cry.

Hidden so well,

Behind a mask,

Choosing, which day

Would be the last.

Leaving us all,

With stories to tell,

Trying to make sense of

This painful hell.

We're sorry you felt

You couldn't cope,

We would have tried,

To give you hope.

You did what you thought

Was for the best,

We don't agree,

We love you no less.

Your pain unbearing,

We didn't know,

You never did,

Let it show.

Now, you're gone;

It doesn't seem real,

It shouldn't have been,

This bad of a deal.

Our memories now,

To see us all through,

But, saddened and shadowed,

From the loss of you.

Will there ever

Come an end,

To all this strife?

It's never worth it,

To take your own life.

WINTER MORN

Softly, ever so quietly he came

Blanketing my world at night.

It wasn't until the morning,

I'd see the beautiful sight.

It glowed the purest of the pure,

Blinding me with all its white,

Tiny diamonds, dancing all around,

When hit with warm sunlight.

The simpleness of fresh fallen snow,

Urging with all it might

Come dance,

Frolic,

Have pleasure in me

Winters picturesque, quaint delight.

January 21, 2010