Work of Art

Life is a tapestry
woven with pastry
of sweet and bittersweet,
tasteless to distinct treat.

Colors add unique spice
speckled with silver ice,
flavors flow in a stream,
scrumptious beyond a dream.

Intertwined is glitter,
dabbing out all bitter,
camouflaging gray hues,
presenting brighter views.

Life – a novel weaving,
like clouds coming, leaving,
indeed a work of art,
each stitch comes from the heart.

An Echo in the Night

Written for my favorite musician.

Stand tall and tell all,
you have met an amazing girl
who makes your head whirl.

Don't hide, don't hide a special thing,
accept it in your life and hope it brings
happiness and bliss,
bliss that you'll surely miss,

the moment she's out of sight,
the moment she walks out into the night.

I don't stand tall.
I don't tell all.
I hide. I hide! Why do I hide?

Something is wrong; something is not right
as I watch her walk out into the night.
When she is a silhouette in the distance,
every muscle in my body becomes tense.

My heart cries out don't go.
Don't go.
Don't go.
It's only an echo.

My lips still tremble from her kiss,
if that's not bliss, what is?
Come back, I plead,
please come back!

The words float in the breeze,
and bounce off the trees…
an echo in the night,
only an echo in the night.

Friendship

A long lost friend is found,
to an oath we are bound,
to always be in touch,
remembering how much
we missed sharing our thoughts,
and how hard we have fought,
to keep each other close
and cherished as a rose.

For friendship never dies,
and friends never tell lies,
in each we can confide,
there is nothing to hide.
There's a joy in sharing,
there's pleasure in caring,
you are my special friend
from now until the end.

Santa's Reward

Tick tock, tick tock,
chimes the old clock.
Swinging in time,
is Santa's sock.

Beaming faces,
to bed they race.
Sleep eludes them,
as reindeer pace.

On the rooftop,
out Santa hops.
Down the chimney,
the toys he flops.

Twinkling lights,
makes the room bright.
Spotting the tree,
toys are placed right.

Santa's reward,
is the wayward
children changing,
listening, believing.

Christmas

My Mom and sister just got
their tree...

A warm glow comes over me,
when I view my Christmas tree,
glistening red ornaments,
laced with silvery adornments,
multi-colored lights blinking,
background laughter, glasses clinking,
the familiar melodies
being sung by the ladies.
It is truly a season
to throw away all reason,
and give in to emotions,
swelling like waves in oceans.
‘Tis the season for feelings,
magic in the air, blessings.

Extraordinary View

You would be jealous if you knew,
what an extraordinary view,
presents itself daily at dawn
while I sip my coffee and yawn.

Treetops gently wave and whisper,
it's as lulling as a cat's purr.
Their splash of green on rainbow skies,
sets all the wrongs right in my eyes.

I watch the birds flitter, flutter,
listen to sweet sounds they utter,
accompanied by the dogs' choir,
my gaze moves higher and higher.

Rosy clouds float across the sky,
I shake my head and wonder why,
I never noticed such beauty,
straining to fulfill my duty.

Once I see, I am never blind,
I have limitless time to find
bliss in all that nature offers,
I dance through life thinking of her.

Disharmony

Family reunions,
result in confusion,
reverting to childhood,
some control, others brood.

Innocent intentions,
ripen into tension,
accusations are hurled,
bouncing around the world.

Brothers and sisters part,
with disappointed hearts,
swearing to never meet,
yet saddened by defeat.

Don’t dream of global peace,
when family feuds don’t cease,
are we truly modern?
When old lessons aren’t learned?