TO SIT IN THE SAND
By myself with the wind in my face,
Watching out towards the horizon, I sit in the sand.
Above, only sky that has not an ending to my eyes,
Birds that fly, drift silently on by.
The waves are a sight, crashing on the beach,
Who would be the man who sat here once and dared to dream?
To sit in the sand, warm to the touch of my feet,
Thoughts fill my wandering mind, what things do all of this teach.
To sit in the sand, peaceful is where I am,
Memory’s of times, all that I did in life,
Felt from inside.
What are these tears we shed from our eyes,
Something this means, why, oh! why do we cry.?
This release of moisture we let go of
Over our emotions is quite a mystery,
Cry do we over happy things,
Sadness brings tears, we cry over this.
If we cry when we are hurt better should we feel,
Cry if we do when we are happy, why this.?
To cry is what people do for all sorts of reasons,
It does different things for us all.
TIME STANDS NOT STILL
A clock may stop in the middle of a day,
Time keeps ticking one’s life away.
Measured by years the number you are,
How old will you get, will your existence go far.?
Months are a piece of time in your life,
As each passes by, shorter becomes your flight.
Weeks are measured seven days at a time,
Fifty two as twelve months go by.
A day has twenty four hours for you,
The sun comes up and goes down too.
Hour by hour our days will pass,
No slowing them down so our lives will not go fast.
What is a minute but sixty ticks at a time,
Second by second, older we find.
THUNDER AND LIGHTNING
Monsters from the sky, monsters that come alive,
Like a team, One Invisible, the other of sight.
Thunder possesses the power of fearful sound,
Listen as It rumbles, echoing from within clouds above.
Lightning bolts strike without making any kind of sound,
Bright as It lights up the sky, deadly as It makes many a flight.
Thunder and lightning, together a combination so fierce,
Warning signs of a coming storm, don’t get caught In It at Its worst.
THROUGH DIFFERENT EYES
There we are together standing as the sun disappears,
Only a lonely tree keeps us company, we are alive!.
Many colors rest in the open sky as day turns to night,
We stand together yet apart with our own vision of life.
Through different eyes, do we see the same things,?
As only our thoughts create a separate way of seeing them.
We are two souls occupying the same earth, dreaming, wondering,
Watching the world in two directions, seeing a different way, imagine.
THOUGHTS OF HEAVEN
Heaven Is somewhere but Is It really up so high beyond the ending sky,
Could there be a fog like place, are there fluffy clouds all around.
Believe do I that It does exist somewhere beyond the universe,
I believe that heaven Is In a dimension within all that exists.
A beautiful land of green grass and peaceful hills there would be,
An Inner world that can be Imagined and believed by those with faith.
Each of us may believe that heaven Is someplace high above but where Is up,
The earth rests In space, floating In a universe that has no known ending.
Could there be a place on the other side, a spiritual resting place for eternity,
God and Jesus are closer than we know, Heaven Is a place we’ll one day know.
Strum as you will each string on its face,
Words in tune with every touch of a hand.
What does it say as you teach it to speak,?
Sound and rhythm of emotion, this guitar.
Two become one, body and tool, this guitar,
Learn from it, feel its heartbeat of magic.
This guitar talks with the help of a wanting heart,
Listen, listen as it echoes out thoughts, this guitar.