Endless Sunrise

 I have had many things, 

 Which come in pretty boxes, 

 To find new homes on shelves, 

 And lead quiet peaceful lives. 

 Things can be touched, 

 And they do fade, 

 Becoming only objects, 

 Lost within the moment. 

 You are beauty, 

 And came not in a box, 

 A gift of pure love, 

 Over and over again. 

 For each moment with you, 

 A gift within itself,

 Lives not upon a shelf, 

 But sings forever in my heart. 

 For the spirit is not out of here, 

 And it knows no end or beginning, 

 Neither do your moments, 

 Fade within my soul.

 Each moment adding to me, 

 As I add mine to you, 

 More amazing every day, 

 Four in you I am whole.

 With in each other we dance, 

 In the end was home of heart, 

As God rejoices in our song,

 Of what is and is to be. 

 For there is no greater freedom, 

 Then within the bonds of love, 

 For the soul has endless sunrise, 

 Through what the heart can always see. 

Teacher of Riddles

 This morning at Starbucks I conversed with a woman that brought in a service dog, and an old Italian from the Bronx. We spoke of nonverbal communication, and That inspired me to write this.  The image by the way is a stock photo, but I like what it expresses.

 The heart sees no absurdity, 

 For all is in truth, 

 Knowing no words to express, 

 Four words lose their illusion, 

 And when the eyes of the heart are open, 

 The soul receives true light. 

 Even nature understands this truth, 

  Spoken thought being and absurdity, 

 And a dog can look into your eyes, 

 To know the truth of who you are, 

 And if our hearts are so much wiser, 

 Who are we to choose not to listen? 

 A good teacher teaches in the pictures, 

 Using words has the colors of his brush, 

 And though the students are learning, 

 The teacher becomes the greatest student, 

  In the eyes of those who are listening, 

 Vision of the soul becomes clear. 

 The mysteries of tragedy go on answered, 

 While the tragedy of love is ignorance, 

 For if the distractions of the world are silenced, 

 The heart feeds the soul true wisdom, 

 And though a tear may come time to time, 

 True joy will never be conquered. 

Mirror, Mirror

 It has been said, 

 This world is a reflection, 

 A shadowy image, 

 Of things to come. 

 A parallel of beauty, 

 Another dimension, 

 With time no more, 

 Through God's own son. 

 For time rules all, 

 That live and breathe, 

 Walking this green earth, 

 And through the sky. 

 In withering change, 

 Some doors do close, 

 Yet when souls leave, 

 There is no goodbye. 

 Her force is strong, 

 Her love is true, 

 Her hand in God's,

 Throughout her life. 

 I feel her strength,

 And I see her eyes, 

  Through those she loves,  

 Both mother and wife. 

 She walks in beauty, 

 In God's pure light, 

 In the same space, 

 We walk and breathe. 

 Past an unseen wall, 

 Too close to touch, 

 Which the eyes can't  find, 

  Yet the heart does see. 

 A moment is forever, 

 And forever is a moment, 

 Beyond Earth's illusion,

 In truth she lives. 

 For there is no goodbye, 

 And no separation, 

 Through the power of love, 

 Which God gives. 

Infinate Journey

Many thanks to my good friend Michael Flores for coming up with title.

Where the earth meets the sky,

Reality joins imagination.

Where the ocean meets the stars,

Is where the heart soars.

My heart is found there,

Beckoning you to follow.

For in such sacred places,

Sorrow is no more.

For the work of the hand,

Can give birth to dreams.

There is nothing impossible,

Though sometimes it seems.

Our sorrows are forsaken,

When faith is awakened.

To a life unequaled,

And to love undreamed.

I cannot see tomorrow,

When yesterday begins.

I cannot know the future,

From where I have been.

For love joins at all,

With barriers undone.

Since nothing can end,

What was never begun.

To Share a Smile

How do you put into words,

That which cannot be spoken?

How do you paint a clear picture,

With sounds that flow from the mind?

Thought unto thought,

Feeling unto feeling,

Two souls with experience,

Know all through the eyes.

Strangers become friends,

Through the strength of a smile,

I smile becomes a river,

Flowing out among souls,

One conveys to ten,

And ten reach out to hundreds,

Restoring joy to the hopeless,

Replacing hopelessness with peace.

Energy is never destroyed,

Energy is never created,

Yet the energy of love,

Knows no such rules,

For this is why the stars,

And the Earth was created,

Because it was that important,

To choose to show love.

The Dream

A face appearing,

A gentle touch,

Not to the fingers,

And upon the heart,

Here within the timeless,

A second is forever,

Here with your heart,

Beating within mine,

A reflection of Heaven,

Resting beyond change,

Where time is absurdity,

And love binds all to one,

For in the waking world,

Of fears and illusions,

Chasing ghosts of promise,

Our tears will come forth,

Yet a tear becomes a lens,

Bending the light of darkness,

Breaking the light of illusion,

Bringing truth unto the heart,

For God made these lenses,

Water to join with others,

A binding between our hearts,

Fused by fire of His love,

The dream then becomes real,

As the world becomes illusion,

With our souls held safe eternal,

By His hand above.

The Scent of a Woman

The scent of a woman,

Never leaves a man's heart,

The perfume of her spirit,

Filling his soul,

As her breath of life,

Flows from him as love,

As her laughter forms,

The light of his eyes,

Which the blind can see,

Of all he is to be,

For the love of God,

Gives him wisdom and strength,

While the love of her,

Gives him purpose.

Forever.