Arms of restUnder the pastel shades of her love I may restOn the hillside I See her face.It isher life she lives that leaces me blessedMy sweet, my lovely, my calming place.AS the evening dawns ,I return to her with news of my day.I admire her arms that stretch palm to palmThough I could hardly express it, to her I want to say."In the comfort of your arms is where I belong."
StandingAgainst the multitudes we facedby your side, our hearts strong, though seperated by glassMy soul was torn, my heart achedI pray that we will reach the end at lastI don't know what I've done,If I'de regret who I am,If I'd like what I've begun,If it's right where I stand.But for sure I know , I'll be there if ever you should call,That you mean more to me than any other I've loved beforeYou taught me how to trust myself. Even after this all,my heart grows warm. I long to love you more.Here we stand now, close though far apartYou rob yourself of credit. " I make so many mistakes", you cry.Just know, I don' know who I
Thought on ThanatopsisThe human being and the earth on which he is born , lives, and dies upon share what is believed to be an artistic relationship. Simply put, the earth calms the spirit. More often than not, a person becomes burdened with the obstacles in his life and more often than not that person depends on nature to supply him with a state of serenity. Whether it be stepping outside for a breath of fresh air, taking a vacation to the oceans, or even wishing on a falling star; in some shape or form the human relies on the earth as the a giver of strength or a type of temporary crutch for his injured being. Still, with all thought given, this