The Reason For Song

 A song is not a rhythm, 

 Or words put into rhyme,

A song is not a pattern,

For feet to move in time,

It is the language spoken,

By each and every heart,

Where meaning finds it’s purpose,

And passion has its start.

The song is all around us,

With the birds in the trees,

It is heard by all the living,

Down to the crickets and the bees,

It is the sound of every heartbeat,

In time and all as one,

In the silent bonds of love,

Beneath the warmth of the sun.

So when your heart’s in darkness,

Or you’re alone within the night,

Remember these few words,

And hold on to the light,

In space there is no distance,

So no pain will go unshared,

Hear these words sung in your heart,

And you will know that I am there,

The Heart’s Open Door

When the crickets sing their ballad,

And the stars come fill the sky,

It can set a man’s heart soaring,

And never wondering why,

Because the mysteries of the mind,

Are fully known to the heart,

When passion joins these two as one,

Magic gets its start.

The clouds of doubt fall away,

When you look at me,

Without a word between us said,

Our hearts are set free,

A moment and a lifetime,

Become one and the same,

Time stops and forever comes,

Like a gentle summer rain.

From the streams down to the ocean,

Through the air up to the sky,

Falling down like life rain,

Or the teardrops from my eyes,

The energy of love,

Just comes around again,

Through the heart’s open door,

The secret of God’s plan.

Tears will come as they must,

Which is just life’s way,

To use our pain and sorrows,

For strength another day,

To lift another life up,

That is met along the way,

For God did not leave us,

To struggle on our own,

Every smile we see does say,

We were never left alone.

On this night together,

Beneath the same old stars,

There is never space between us,

You are never truly far,

And if faith is just the knowledge,

Of things we can not see,

Just shut your eyes and see inside,

Yours I will always be.

From the streams down to the ocean,

Through the air up to the sky,

Falling down like life rain,

Or the teardrops from my eyes,

The energy of love,

Just comes around again,

Through the heart’s open door,

The secret of God’s plan.

The Cost of Joy

 The scope of love is endless, 

 As is the human heart.

 There can be no true ending, 

 When one cannot find the start. 

 Yet free will is present, 

 Which makes love require a choice.

 No heart can be conquered,

 When the actions match the voice. 

  There is a key to happiness,
 No secret to employ.
Investing into other hearts,
 Is the cost of joy. 

 Joy is not entitled, 

 There are decisions and hard work. 

 The sweat of focused effort, 

 Behind every smile lurks.

 Because happiness can’t happen, 

 Unless it is desired. 

 For happiness is fueled, 

 From the heat of passion’s fire. 

  There is a key to happiness,
 No secret to employ.
Investing into other hearts,
 Is the cost of joy. 

 This is not a condition, 

 This is a way of life. 

 This is the bond of fire, 

 Between a man and wife.

 This is the gentle healing, 

 That cures each hurt and pain. 

 This is the way of life, 

 Which never leaves one the same. 

  There is a key to happiness,
 No secret to employ.
Investing into other hearts,
 Is the cost of joy.

 The path bears all the imprints, 

 Of legendary hearts. 

 All the nameless and the named, 

 To whom love did impart. 

 The meaning and the joys, 

 Of the endless song of living,

 The great effort towards this joy, 

Is to never stop giving.

  There is a key to happiness,
 No secret to employ.
Investing into other hearts,
 Is the cost of joy.