The Happiness Of Youth

I remember days gone by,
When the world seemed bright and new,
With happiness I looked at the sky,
And I rarely felt sad or blue.

With age often comes sadness inside,
And a viewpoint more somber and dark.
But in youth life seems a carnival ride,
A joyful picnic in the park.

I pray that it will always be so,
That youth will always with hope bloom,
And with freshness and joy glow,
Without a hint of sadness or gloom.

� The Soft Moonlight

The soft moonlight glows,
The stars brightly shine,
The little stream gently flows,
A peaceful night is mine.

I know not what tomorrow holds,
Nor what awaits beyond the veil,
But this night of tranquillity enfolds,
As in a gentle dreamland I sail.

Perhaps it will be my final night,
And the sunrise I will not see,
So I will enjoy the lovely moonlight,
For life tomorrow does not guarantee.

The Cemetery

The dead lie beneath the rows of stones,
Once they lived and breathed the air,
Now here rest interred their bones,
No more have they worry or care.

In stone their engraved name,
Is their only identification now,
Buried with them their deeds and fame,
Their stone will only a few etched lines allow.

No stone can adequately portray a person,
The triumph, the heartbreak, the conflict,
The hopes, struggles, and emotions of someone,
A cold tombstone a living being can't depict.

� The Dayspring

Behold the golden beams of light,
Bursting forth shattering the dark,
Severing the sleeve of night,
And giving the day its spark.

Who knows what worlds awake?
Who knows what beings are reborn?
For a wonder is the daybreak,
And a miracle is each new morn.

Perhaps in some other dimension,
We will discover life is eternal dawn,
That our soul is ever in suspension,
And that the light of being will live on.

Love

Love is like a fire,
That burns for eternity.
Love is like a star,
That shines everlastingly.

Love is like a moon,
That glows in the night.
Love is like a tune,
That sounds just right.

Love is everything good,
That dwells all around,
Without love darkness would
Be the only thing found.

The Spirit Of Love

The spirit of love is kind,
And suffereth long.
The spirit of love envieth not,
And glorieth not in the wrong.

The spirit of love thinketh no evil,
And seeketh not her own.
The spirit of love is not easily provoked,
And by gentleness and mercy is known.

The spirit of love doth not behave unseemly,
And doth not rejoice in iniquity.
The spirit of love rejoiceth in the truth,
And in faith, hope, and love for eternity.