Her heart Yearns for a gentle touch that leads to Lips pressed to lips like bees bumping against flowers Such a great longing
Her body Allows her feet to pace anxiously And her eyes to shine in want of passionate exchanges As her hands drum to the sound of the monotony in her entire being
Her mind Full of great intellect Has pushed back many a sarcastic remark Weary of the dull world surrounding her
Her soul The only thing that realizes her lack of originality Longs to astonish all with its brilliance of cunning and goodness Yet is still unable to let go of past disappointments
Dreaming of warmer days, Walking hand in hand through the sand, With the one she loves. She was a free spirit...
Who could understand People come and go. Who is left? Who is she? Sitting down among the stars...
Crying into the wind, Wanting what her heart yearns For and having trouble giving in. Wrapping her soul in the hands of her maker...
Crying to her Lord. One day soon... One day soon...
He whispers to her soul...
This day she was a free Spirit. A spirit was she......
This day came just like before A visitor like no other she knew no more The mystery of her past came flowing gently forth Singing like an old shoe that would be drowning her soul...
The labor was too much as her hands would bleed As she tried and tried again to nail herself to heaven The words seemed scrambled Falling from the earth...
Hearing the laughter flowing oh so gently As she sang so softly to ears of no one Bleeding from head to toe Just wanting to hear the words 'I love you'...
Hearts break and bend On those special days Bursting with sadness That can only begin...
Looking at the past The future to come This day She was one free spirit and there were more to come......
Admiring the monuments of May The dance of hummingbirds on a - Most capital day Her distant, varying shades of green along - Forest beltways The sudden cry of sunshine from late - Afternoon cloud banks North winds telling tales of stormy morrow My scarlet, clover lover whispers sweet temptation, Sorrow for yesterdays spice, hunger for the songs Of life, admiration at the shelf of Dawn, supplication - To the Heavens above...
Quick witted, as good as they come Understanding and open to some Intelligent with a sharp mind Now and forever, one of a kind Focuses on a poetic soul Innermost, seeking his goal Never let his skills ever end Never has there been a better friend
Does your spirit swim like mine? In a sea of ecstasy In a land of cliche Does it dig it's way out of the sand And reach back in when it sees you Does your spirit ache with fright And joy And anger Like mine.
