Thoughts and dreams
Riding every wave of life and care
How wonderful, I feel you're always there
Silly it may seem, for sure
That every time I open door
I expect to see your grace
As my heart begins to race
The sound of phone, must be your ring
A passing car, your presence bring
I love your reign
How remarkable it always seems
That you remain
In all my thoughts and dreams
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No fear, no foul
No longer just a mood but state of mind
The hurricane that swept away will find
The wind no longer shakes the tree
Now roots run deep inside of me
I take it as it comes
The rockets blaze in fire and fumes
Or flowers burst in petaled blooms
Summer, winter, spring, or fall
The will awaits the winsome call
The revel only hums
No time is set
To feel the fete
The vision free
To love's decree
Daffodils or autumn's plums
Summer's lilies, winter's mums
Will greet us when it's time
Of course, I'll pen a rhyme
There is no course you'll find within the maze
To set my heart bereft or cause a daze
The state of mind of loving kind
Rings so true, no black and blue
Exigencies of age I find
Are but a wisp of essence true
I am no longer blind
The music and expressions are so clear
The pain is gone, I celebrate, my dear
There is no foul, and certainly no fear
Just a revel and a tear
For all that you premier
I await the loving cheer
This one is just kinda weird. Not sure what happened.
The grace of life
I hope that the title does not lead astray
The grace which I speak, always walks her own way
Restless spirit
I continue to explore the realm of lady's grace
Like a fractal scales without a trace
At every scale, behold, the same in place
To say I'm mesmerized is not enough
Beneath the whirling wizardry to luff
Absolutely no awareness of the camera or the gaze
Left behind, completely blind, she leaves them in a daze
Saying goes, if nail is sticking up, you beat
But, what if there below the nail, the will is pure concrete
Hammer it on down; just daft, not bold
Does the nail shatter, bend, or hold
What of the nail whose shadow is of grace
So magically removed without a trace
The Art of variance
It's even more amazing now i see
The art performed to dazzle in extreme
Beneath the art, beneath that wondrous sea
A heart and mind expressed as if in dream
While pillaring away at this I found
The center of it all, the mystic mound
You are too much, so even on display
Your heart and deepest dreams, you hide away
The show is perfect cover for the seal
All is there, what else could she reveal
So blinding is display all thoughts are gone
Their memory will fade before it's dawn
Mobility of expression
I've finally found a phrase to fit the facts
The wonder that creates the heart attacks
Of all the wonders and the breadth of everlast impression
Reigns the Gypsy Queen in mobility of expression
The whirling and unending spell creates its own progression
The wind is free, the sail is full, artistic supersession
The heart is free, the soul is full, artistic decompression
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Breadth of heart
The will holds but a wisp of what I feel
Heart no longer made of sponge and steel
The revelry contained by only age
I turn, again, unto another page
And see the panorama of existence
To touch the door and find there no resistance
The panoply of life now has direction
Enveloping the breadth of heart's affection
The winsome call that echoes through the range
Returns to me no longer as estranged