| I love the beach..it is a perfect place to relax,think..dream.. |
| I love the beach..it is a perfect place to relax,think..dream.. |


A Midnight DreamWhat did I expect this time? It all slid through my fingers Like finely sifted warm sand Mine for only a brief momentA Midnight Dream
Lasting memories of warmth Gentle against my damp skin Felt softer than silken sheets Rumpled beneath our slumber
Empty lips long for the taste Of the mouth it once savored On stormy nights of pure bliss Wrapped in each others arms
Now I only travel to that place Deep within a midnight dream Where the old magic still glows And your smile is waiting for me


BlurryI ran straight into oblivion Never looking right or left Refusing to take a breath To clear my frazzled headBlurry
I did not stop to rest here In this place of emptiness Unfamiliar landscape grew All around as if to hold me
I searched for the solution To solve this strange quest Yet found no answers there Among many gray shadows
I wished to hear your voice The one that used to follow As I wandered in my dreams But it no longer came to me


Magic TouchHere you come again Crashing on through The surrounding calm Like a whirlwind stormMagic Touch
Flashing all your magic Toward the dark skies Challenging every star To light up the heavens
You claim the spotlights Directing all eyes to you The spells you cast forth Sprinkle across the night
The performance begins A perfect mix of laughter Swirled with crazy charm A tempting design of chaos


No EscapeI do not know what to do With the emotions I carry Because I let my heart go Back into your arms againNo Escape
Even when I know better I repeat the same routine Wishing to pull you closer While my nerves say stop
Wanting to feel your touch My skin screams to indulge In everything you offer me With such a greedy hunger
Beneath a summers' moon Whispering my name softly Knowing what effect it has On every breath I will take
Each victory fuels the fires And I am defenseless here To resist all the sweetness You prom
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rain flow to the roots
rain drench my boots
rain douse the flame
rain forget this poet's name
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"Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amid joy." Arthur Helps
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rain flow to the roots
rain drench my boots
rain douse the flame
rain forget this poet's name
--
"It's all make believe, isn't it?"
--Marilyn Monroe
--
rain flow to the roots
rain drench my boots
rain douse the flame
rain forget this poet's name
--
"Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amid joy." Arthur Helps
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