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My Song

by

Sunnyone

Like a song, my heart responds within your gentle touch...
My melody takes shape within your kiss...
The notes become a lover's verse, each one is felt so much...
The song becomes a melody of bliss...

Many years ago, you found me sitting on a shelf...
All alone and playing out of key...
You looked into my heart and heard the song within myself...
And found the notes just waiting there in me...

>From you, I learned to sing again, to open up my voice...
To let my song resound upon the wind...
And now you hear a melody, each day I sing by choice...
My song becomes eternal, without end...

Forever will we sing, my love, in perfect harmony...
My song is now a melody for two...
And while our hearts are keeping time within love's symphony...
Forever will my song belong to you...


On Wings

by

Sunnyone

On wings of love, Iíd fly to you, if there were but a way...
Iíd swim the oceans wide to you, and do it in a day...
Across the highes peaks, Iíd climb, to kiss your smiling lips...
And sell my soul for one touch from your loving fingertips...

This heart has opened wide for you, despite my solid locks...
And when I found it in your hands, it came as quite a shock...
I donít know if you are aware that my heart wonít play games...
Iím praying you will let me know that your heart is the same...

Yet, somehow love will find the way, no matter what the odds...
And hearts like ours can never stray, from off the path love trods...
While on our journey throughout time, an angel guides our way...
If I could borrow of her wings, Iíd fly to you today...


Chasiní Demons

by

Sunnyone


Everybody picks a road to travel on through time_
And detours seem to lurk at every turn_
Mistakes are made and lessons taught,
for all of humankind_
Thatís the only way we seem to learn_

But some of us arenít satisfied with our share of the pain_
Trouble seems to be our only cure_
When things go right, we turn and run,
it seems a bit insane_
that hurtís the only thing of which weíre sure_

Weíve all done, to some degree, the things Iím writing of_
None of us are pure as driven snow_
In matters of the heart and those that all point back to love_
Hereís something to be learned,
that you should know_

Donít go chasiní demons down the dark side of the street!
Life is way too short to borrow trouble_
But, if you do, donít be surprised when on some night you meet
a demon waiting there_
To burst your bubble!!


Heart to Heart

by

Sunnyone



I know that you are lonely,
by the way your heart met mine_
All brave and true, but somehow,
not so sure_
If anyone looked closely,
I am sure that they would find_
Your heart was searching,
for a heart thatís pure_

Let two hearts joined together
never let a day go by,
where love is reaching out,
but all in vain_
And never let those hearts believe it
does no good to try_
If hearts give up,
the "ache" is all thatís gained_

So, here I stand alone,
my humble heart within my hand_
I know youíre out there watching,
as I speak_
And all this love I offer you,
will help you understand_
That heart to heartís the only road
I seek_

My gentle heart is calling_
Can you hear it on the wind?
Listen to the softly whispering breeze_
Then let your heart unlock itís door,
and let my heart come in_
And keep my love_
Forever_
Wonít you, please?


Desperate Heart

by

Sunnyone


I need you more than I can stand_
I need to feel your gentle hand_
My body aches to feel your body near_
These eyes look every day for you_
These lips both whisper "I love you"_
Iíd sell my soul right now to have you near_

Iím desperately in love with you_
Thereís not a thing that I can do_
My heart starts racing when I hear your name_
My love is there for all to see_
The shame is I donít know if we
will ever fan our spark into a flame_

If I could only touch your face_
Just once through all this time and space_
The walls between would break themselves apart_
Youíd find the love I keep inside_
Itís too much love for me to hide_
Itís waiting here_
within
my Desperate Heart_


Perfect Timing

by

Sunnyone


Dark silence engulfs me, as I lay my weary
body down to sleep_
The effort is a futile one, for,
as my eyes close their scratchy lids,
I realize that my mind is not sleepy_
There are too many ghosts floating around it,
leftovers from the dayís journey_

I lie here, wondering,
why my path always takes me
to loveís danger zone_
Why must I feel the desperate urge
to fling myself over the edge of security,
into the black abyss
of new loveís valley,
only to find that I did bring a flashlight,
but the batteries are dead??!!

My mind manages to chase away the last thread
of relaxation, by flinging itself
back into my romantic past_
Itís a roller-coaster ride turned upside down,
and without a seat belt!
Then I see the carnival clowns below me,
and they each one bear a remarkable resemblance,
in the face,
to a love-once-known_

I bury my head in the pillow, not wanting
to hear all of the old "our songs" that
we affectionately designate
when love begins_
Their words and chords go tripping through
my greedy brain,
like tumbleweed fleeing from the desert wind_
The pillow wins at last_
Itís soft, cool caresses numbing my mind_
Pushing me into deep__deep__sleepzzzzzzz_
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz_
When the alarm rings!!


The Vow

by

Sunnyone


I hold you in my heart, now and forever,
from this day_
All hell can freeze, before Iíll let our love
be swept away_
Against all odds, weíve built a bridge,
to span the oceans deep_
To join our hearts in loverís song,
our melody to keep_

No angry words, nor hateful deeds,
will break the binding tie_
I love you as in ancient times,
and Ďtil the day I die_
Forever joined_in many lives,
weíve shared a special place_
And in this life, our love transcends
the bounds of time and space_

So long ago, a promise made,
between two loving hearts_
Was strong enough to never die, but grow.
where new life starts_
One life into another_
those two hearts reach out to touch_
Each knowing that the other
will be reaching just as much_

So I promise, as Iíve promised,
many times and many ways_
Your love to keep and cherish,
in this lifetime full of days_
Many seasons pass before me,
Love renews, as it does now_
My heart will join with yours,
as once again_
We share_the Vow_


"The Single Red Rose"

by

Sunnyone

This morning I opened my email..
and there, big as life on the screen..
was a forwarded jpeg without any address..
So I clicked, wondering what it could mean....

It was a single red rose from a stranger..
Wrapped in ribbon, with droplets of dew..
I didn't think there would be any danger..
to leave the single red rose there to view....

I went through my day without thinking..
of the single red rose, and of who..
would be sending me flowers, not linking..
the single red rose up with you!

For the last time, I opened my email..
and it all became clear, (you will see),
for with your letter of love,
came a dozen red roses,
and a question,
"Will you marry me?"


Fog

by

Sunnyone


The fog is drifting through the trees like a cold-hearted thief,
in the night_
Itís icy, wet fingers leave behind droplets on everything
it touches_
Nothing is left undisturbed_
It violates every life form in itís path_
The air is eerily still, but the fog moves on, of itís own accord,
picking up and devouring smoke from a hundred woodburners
along itís path_

The trees drift in and out of human vision in the twilight,
and the fog caresses their naked branches silently,
as if taking on the visual entity of Mother Natureís love-making_
The moon becomes a silver grey-yellow blob of light,
diffused through the foggy blanket_
And the blanket is never constant,
ripping here and there, to allow a peek through to the black velvet sky,
strewn with distant twinkling objects in the heavens_

Twilight has turned to nightlight into dawnís light,
while the fog gathers itís forces to assault the morning travelers_
It thrives on human chaos, confusion, and disorientation_
"Where are the lines in the road?"
"Where is the dreaded ditch?"
"Where are the street signs, the familiar markings on which mankind so relies?"
"Where?"
Could it be the fog is Mother Natureís messenger,
sent to remind us of our insignificant reality?
Does it delight in knowing we are powerless to affect it?

But_on our side this morning is our warm ally_the sun,
accompanied by the wind_
As day hours accumulate, the sun enables the pre-Winter breezes
to do her bidding_
And like the ghosts of the night,
the fog disappears,
taking itís chilled blanket of gloom to other places_
far from here_


"Believe"

by

Sunnyone


Gentle are the breezes that have brought your love to me_
Safely over mountains tall and raging, foamy seas_
Swiftly through the gathering storms that threaten all around_
Inside our love, our hearts are safe and sound_

Tender are the moments that are gifts to us by Fate_
She put our lives together, knowing it was not too late
to live and laugh and fall in love, as lovers often do_
The tender hand of Fate brought me to you_

Peaceful is my heart when gazing at the stars above_
Knowing that we share our world, engulfed within our love_
And the stars we look upon are cast in different skies_
Weíre looking through each others loving eyes_

Gentle are the breezes stirred by tender hands of Fate_
Peaceful hearts, and loving eyes all say itís not too late_
I believe that miracles and dreams can still come true_
and someday__.I believe__Iíll be with you_


Dragon Flight

by

Sunnyone


In great medieval morning sky, he flies on wings of fire_
While deep within his armoured soul, there hides unknown desire_
His strength is known by all, and feared by those who prey at night_.
A dragon, such as he, could make the fiercest run from sight_

Upon a typical morning, flying over the Kindomís lair_
He spotted, by the forest stream, a maid so lovely and fair_
His sight could prove an eagle blind, and as he flew above_
Her angel face looked up and smiled_the dragon fell in love_

The maiden had been stolen from her parents as a babe_
And to an evil witch she had become a virtual slave_
>From whence she came, nobody knew_the witch kept her under a spell_
The townsfolk feared the wicked shrew, her power was know very well_

That morning the maid was told to fetch some water from the stream_
And as she gazed into the pool, she saw the most wonderful thing_
A golden beast with wings of fire was gliding in the sky_
His beauty touched her heart_a single tear slipped from her eye_

The weeks went by, the maiden took her trips to the forest brook_
She saw the dragon flying_but never a closer look_
And then one morning she could feel the magic alive in the air_
She turned to face two golden eyes, and felt all the love in his stare_

What does a maiden do when fate puts a dragon in her path?
Especially one so handsome as he, and known to be quick to wrath?
So carefully she took a step, not sure what the next one would bring_
And then she calmed her silent fears, when she opened her heart to sing_

ĎTwas a gentle lullabye heíd heard so many years before_
A song that only dragons knew, from ancient dragon lore_
On closer look, he saw her eyes were golden, like his own_
And then he remembered how long ago, a Princess was stolen from home_

A dragon Princess, just a babe, had been the witchís prize_
A stolen dragon, turned into maid, held onto her golden eyes_
And now the dragon Prince knew well that fate had a plan in store_
And soon he hoped that he would be alone, in the sky, nevermore_

The maiden saw the dragon bow, and she touched him with a kiss_
Electric sparks ran through her, with a feeling of purest bliss_
Where arms had been, were wings of fire, she felt herself rise in the sky_
Together in the golden dawn, the Prince taught the Princess to fly_

If youíre ever watching as the night greets the dawn of day_
You may be granted the wondrous sight of the Prince and the Princess at play_
Their golden wings will briefly touch, as they come within your stare_
And then you will know_thereís more of truth than myth_
in this dragon Ďfolk-lairí_


Conversation with the Moon

by

Sunnyone


Last night as I sat on the back step_
I gazed at the moon in the sky_
With so many questions that never had answers,
I decided to ask the moon why_

The moon has been manís ancient symbol_
For stableness, light, and true love_
When man lifts his head to the stars twinkling bright,
Thereís the moon smiling down from above_

So, Moon, can you give me some answers?
To questions we ask every day?
Like: why do the good things in life disappear,
while th e bad things just flourish and stay?

And tell me, is there any reason_
For what we call "love" in this life?
Two hearts join together, for "better" or "worse",
But the "worse" always cuts like a knife__.

And Moon, look what humans are doing_
To the planet they call "Home Sweet Home"_
Why canít we just stop all the massive destruction,
Save the earth and just leave it alone?

Oh, Moon, do I see what Iím seeing?
Do you have a big tear in your eye?
Do you see little children fo to bed every night,
With the hunger that makes them all cry?

Yes, Moon, I can see you are watching_
Your place in our lives is defined_
You were put there for us to ask questions and talk to,
Like a friend____.youíve been there through all time_.

Hereís my very last question to ask you_
Do you think there is life out in space?
I could swear I heard laughing, then I looked up to see_
That the Moon had a smile on itís face!!!


Legend of the Scottish Prince

by

Sunnyone


Within the castle walls the Princess sleeps..._
The castleís made of ancient stone upon which
ivy creeps...
A fortress true with gated moat, encircled by a fence...
A challenge fit for any handsome Prince...

The castleís built upon a rocky knoll...
Which overlooks a heathered glen, protected by a Troll...
With wicked grin and evil curse, he keeps young men away...
Heíll make the Princess fair his own,
someday...

She sleeps by night and spends her dreams in tears...
Her castle is her prison, and has been for many years...
By day, she weaves a magic spell, upon her
trusty loom..._
Protecting her by night within her room...

One day a handsome Prince rode on the land...
a Scottish warrior through and through,
from Scotlandís fiercest clan...
Heíd heard of the Troll and Princess fair,
and set his sights to see...
If he could be the one to set her free...

Upon the glen, he called the Troll by name...
He knew the legend of the beast, and from his horse
he sprang...
He also knew the sound that dropped a Troll within
itís tracks...
So pulled his pipes down off his stallionís back...

Across the glen there echoed notes sublime...
A cadence strong, with rising pitch, relayed in perfect time...
( As everyone knows a Troll cannot abide a piperís song)...
So as he blew, he knew it wouldnít be long...

At last the Troll appeared upon the scene..._
with eyes bugged out and hands on ears,
he then began to scream...
With smiling face the Prince got close and blew
with all his might...
The Troll exploded, to everyoneís delight!!

The handsome Prince drew near the castle gate...
He knew the maiden waiting there was his by gift of fate...
Heíd saved her from her prison walls and life with the
horrible Troll...
So, patiently he waited on the knoll...

At last, the Princess came to take his hand...
Her beauty far surpassed what he had heard across
the land...
With chestnut hair and emerald eyes, and heart of
purest gold...
The Princess stole the Princeís very soul...

They lived for many years upon the knoll...
and all their childrenís children loved to hear their
story told...
And to this day, when pipers play, you feel a wee bit
of suspense...
You can almost see the Princess fair, on the knoll
with her Scottish Prince...


a Site on the Web

by

Sunnyone


A site on the web_let the world see_
Suddenly, itís an obsession to me_
Perfectionís the goal_Slowly take aim_
With nary a thought for itís capital gain_

Hundreds of hours_glued to the screen_
Lost in a maze of electrical dreams_
Burn midnight oil_up before dawn_
Spouse is confused by the head-trip Iím on!

Line up the frames_make it look right_
Sometimes I feel like Iím losing the fight_
Never give up_quitters donít win_
My site represents real-life battle Iím in_

This site on the web_it just has to be_
All kept up and running, itís my legacy_
What I leave behind_will point to my life_
Give glimpses of me as a woman, a wife_

My thoughts caught in words_my love caught in art_
To give from my life and set it apart_
My dream carries on_just click to review_
A site on the Web_May I share it with you?

http://www.sunnyone.bizland.com


In the Land Between Here and There

by

Sunnyone

Once upon a time...
In the land between Here and There...
Lived a beautiful fairy princess...
A maiden so gentle and fair...

Her golden hair hung long and shone,
like the stars on a winter's night...
Her eyes were green, but never had seen,
for the princess was born without sight...

A witch had cursed the King and Queen,
and all of their children, to be...
"If I can't have your Kingdom", she cried,
"then none of your children will see!"

So the princess grew to a maiden_
She played in the forest and dell...
And even though her eyes couldn't see,
by touch, the path she could tell...

She heard, one day, music so lovely,
her fairy wings wanted to fly_
But the sound just beckoned her nearer, and nearer,
no matter how hard that she tried...

She came upon a grassy knoll,
and knew someone was there...
And even though she couldn't see,
she felt the stranger's stare...

"Oh, tell me who you are", said she,
as the music, it started to play...
"The tune is like magic to my ears",
he heard the princess say...

He stopped for a moment to answer,
then looked at her face so kind...
In just one look the prince could tell,
that the beautiful princess was blind_

"I've come to fulfill a promise...
I've come to undo evil deeds...
For every curse, there is a cure,
my love will take care of your needs..."

He reached out his hand to the princess...
She felt it and gladly took hold..
He drew her near and on her lips,
put a kiss with such promise untold...

She opened her eyes in an instant,
to see a world shiny and new...
To look on the face of the handsome prince,
and into his heart so true...

The world is still full of fair maidens,
and many a prince in disguise...
But the one sweet kiss that he'll place on your lips,
is the one that will open your eyes......


Never Satisfied!

by

Sunnyone


Snowflakes twirling down from murky sky_
Cold pierces the air, and frosty breath is rising high_
Winter seems forever long_
Each year the winds are twice as strong_
I think I have a warmer place in mind_
A place where Mother Nature treats you kind_

Looking out the window seems in vain_
Life is in a frozen state, and that is just a shame_
Close my eyes, Iím on a beach_
Someplace where the snow canít reach_
Lounging in the tropics of my mind_
A place where Mother Nature treats you kind_

Southern breezes gently blow my hair_
Each day looks the same, with sunny skies and sultry air_
How could I anticipate,
boredom that would be my fate?
Watching seasons change is lifeís design_
I think I have a cooler place in mind_
A place where Mother Nature spends her time!


The Storm Within the Calm

by

Sunnyone


Outside the calm belies the storm within_
The deafening thunder, lightning flash, and roaring of the wind_
A smiling face to show the world that nothingís going on_
While just inside, the storm is raging strong_

The storm begins with waking at the dawn_
When realization, mixed with truth, fight courage to belong_
They place themselves beside the door, that keeps them all at bay_
The door stays locked_the key stays hid away_

Those closest sense the storm and feel itís course_
They know the power thatís held within, and see itís raging force_
Destruction in denial looms upon each morningís light_
Those closest make their stand, prepared to fight_

The storm that rages makes us who we are_
And though the howling winds and swelling seas are never far_
We hold their power inside our souls, to use as healing balm_
The storm within subsides into the calm_


Mirrors of my Heart

by

Sunnyone


May you have no doubt_
My heart belonged to you right from the start_
Youíll never be locked out_
Of my life youíre such a special part_
When I say I love you,
believe each word is truly how I feel_
My thoughts are only mirrors of my heart,
and what you see is very real_

With every passing day_
Iíve grown to love you more than life allows_
And there is not a way_
The two of us can keep what love endows_
Still_the bond is strong_
Your inspiration guides my pen in hand_
I touch you with my thoughts in hopes youíll see,
and maybe then youíll understand_

Years flow swiftly by_
And all life has a time in which to live_
No matter how we try_
The gift of time is one thing we canít give_
You and I belong_
Weíve been together many lives before_
Please take some time to look into this heart_
The mirrors there will show you more_


I am the Wolf

by

Sunnyone

I am the wolf, a loner at heart...
You are the human, and will rarely, if ever, see me...
I roam the wilderness forests and mountains of this earth that we share...
I mate for survival, as you do...
and I help my mate raise our pups in the warmth of our den,
nurturing and watching them grow and play,
as you do with your human young...
We run as a pack family,
and our members are as close as those in yours...
When a member is lost, we greive, but go on...
just as you do...

When I am hungry, I must hunt for myself and my family,
for that is all I know...
There are no stores to cater to my every need...
Some of you have said that I am a killer...
a cold-blooded hunter of death...
But when I kill, it is to feed my family,
and I only take the old, sick, and weak, who will die regardless...
I donít kill to hang heads for trophies on my walls,
just as you do...

Now I am the hunted...By you...
You are afraid of me, because you donít understand me...
You think I am taking from your herds of plenty,
(which you advertise to big game hunters for their tourist dollars)...
Yes, you are afraid of me, but I canít hurt you...
You are the one with the power to destroy my kind...
You set your traps to torture me, and send your helicopters, to kill me from the air...
I cannot fight you, for that is not my way...that is yours...

I only want my freedom...
to run, live, and sing to the moon...
I will share this earth with you in peace...as long as you let me...
I am the Wolf...


a Perfect Day

by

Sunnyone


The darkness of the night has gone away_
Making room for crystal morn, and clear bright light of day_
Sun is shining in the sky_
Clouds are floating gently by_
Harmony below and up above_
Todayís a perfect day to fall in love!

Itís Saturday, a perfect day to rest_
Just hanginí out around the house, your cozy little nest_
Watch tv and eat some ĎSmores_
Take a day to skip the chores_
Give yourself a simple carefree day_
Todayís a perfect day_so let it stay!

Twilight shadows creeping Ďround the yard_
Daytime sunís retreating fast, and dark is falling hard_
Bathe in bubbles_candles burn_
A long-forgotten peace returns_
Soak while watching shadows dance above_
And dream of perfect days to fall in love_


Just to know_

by

Sunnyone


Hearts and flowers may express the depth of all your tenderness_
But_just to know you love me is enough_
Money spent on fancy things canít buy true love and what it brings_
Yes_just to know you love me is enough_

Your love is there if I should fall,
and always answers when I call_
It keeps me going when my road gets rough_
It walks beside me all the way,
and guides me through my trials each day_
And_just to know you love me is enough_

Iíll be with you, now and beyond_
Two hearts entwined_eternal bond_
So_just to know you love me is enough_
And someday when itís time to go,
I hope these words will help to show_
That_
just to know you loved me _
was enough_


Two Arrows

by

Sunnyone


Cupid shot two arrows, with great precision aimed_
And when they reached their targets,
our lives forever changed_
My arrow opened up my eyes,
to see you waiting there_
And yours gave you true sight to see my heart,
and know I cared_
My arrow pierced the walls that I had built,
around my heart_
Yours guided you into my life,
and now weíll never part_
So_on this day of Valentines, and hearts,
I wish to say_
My thanks to Cupid, and two arrows,
that he aimed our way_


Passionís Garden

by

Sunnyone


The garden gate is open, love,
and there I wait for you_
Within the walls, the roses climb,
and all are kissed by dew_

Iím waiting by a trickling stream,
with sunlight dancing there_
And songbirds high above
are filling up the morning air_

All around me, roses grow,
and lilacs add their scent_
Wild orchids bloom and never fade_
For loverís eyes, theyíre meant_

And as I wait on grassy knoll.
I smell a fragrance sweet_
Itís coming from the Scottish heather,
blooming at my feet!

The sun is high above,
and dancing gently on my skin_
As I lie in wait for you,
I listen to the wind_

It brings your voice back to my ear,
I hear you call my name_
Upon my heart, your sound will be
forevermore ingrained_

Youíre standing at the garden gate_
Iím waiting just inside_
And now the hand of fate will choose,
what love cannot decide_

You step inside the open gate_
within the trellis fence_
My eyes meet yours, and deep inside,
I know Iíve met my Prince_

Our love has found this Passion Garden,
where our hearts can go_
And if we tend it faithfully,
our love can surely grow_

In Passionís Garden, love can grow
with nothing left to chance_
The gate is always open_
To the hearts that seek romance_


All is at Peace

by

Sunnyone


Sunset paints with golden fingers_
Breaking waves sprinkled with diamonds,
wash the sand from under her feet, where they
are planted at oceanís edge_
Gulls fly overhead, soaking in the last golden
rays of daylight_
And_all is at peace in her world_

She looks as far across the ocean as her human
eyes can see, and wonders if he stands on
some distant shore, looking back_
Her sunset is his sunrise_
Her night is his day_
Still_all is at peace in her world_

Her eyes look up to the heavens, and she feels
the sun-tinted golden clouds rushing
overhead in the sea breeze_
Did his eyes behold the same clouds in his part
of the world?
Now_all is at peace in hers_

A tear slips from her eye, and joins the salty pool
below, while she tries to calm the tide of
longing in her heart_
Does he love as she?
Does he need as she?
She believes he does, and_
All is at peace in her world_

Darkness is swallowing up itís last gulp of
light, in anticipation of the rising globe it claims
as itís own_
A shooting star appears in the distant sky,
and she knows from whence it came_
And_all is at peace in her world_

This land, this ocean, this sky, these feelings,
these thoughts...
All are a part of the world in which she has to live_
She looks up one more time, and whispers
his name to a blinking star_
Just as he whispers hers in the first glow
of dawn_

And_all is at peace in their world_


That First Sip

by

Sunnyone


Thereís something about...
that first sip of coffee,
that makes the whole morning seem right!
The smell of it perking, awakens desire,
to wash away tastes of the night...

You groggily stumble from bedroom to kitchen,
and pick up your faithful old cup...
the heavenly liquid is hot,
and you know has the power,
to wake you right up...

Some folks drink with sugar,
and others add cream,
while thereís many addicted to black...
No matter your preference, that first sip of coffee is heaven...
We know thatís a fact!

You sit on the sofa with warm brew in hand,
letting steam blaze moist trails on your face...
With eyes closed in yearning, and lips slightly open,
Youíre eager...
To claim that first taste...

Your anticipation has heightened your taste buds,
and now you can sample your brew...
That first sip is magic,
and others will follow...
Until that first cup is all through...

No matter how many cups you will imbibe,
as you work, as you rest, as you play...
That very first sip that you relish each morn,
is perfection...
To start out your day!


Treacherous Heart

by

Sunnyone


Be still, my treacherous heart_
before you tear my world apart_
My secrets you are sure to give away_
You know that I am weak,
and when you cause my lips to speak,
I canít control the words you make me say_

This smile upon my face_
feels so strangely out of place_
You put it there for all the world to see_
My eyes give off a glow_
And Iím sure, my heart, you know_
It comes from love that grows inside of me_

My heart, why did you fall,
when I had built a fortress tall,
with locks to keep you in, and keep love out?
My thoughts were all arranged_
but now it seems so very strange_
I thought I knew what life was all about_

So now, my treacherous heart_
Iím not quite sure where I should start_
These feelings have me shaken and confused_
You seem to know whatís best_
And youíve discarded all the rest_
Play well, my heart_we canít afford to lose!


It Just Depends

by

Sunnyone


Desire is fire...
itís burning a hole in your soul...
The fire is hot, but the ache that you feel,
leaves you cold...
You know love is futile,
and what canít begin, never ends...
But fate points her finger,
and all on desire depends...

Temptation runs rampid...
Youíre out of control in your need...
Your dreams in the night leave you hungry,
with no way to feed...
Youíve come face to face with your longings,
they feel like old friends...
Now choose your direction,
and all on desire depends...

Desire is fire...
That burns deep, and into your soul...
Itís flame licks your senses,
and melts down your tough self-control...
And when you think youíve got it conquered,
with modern day trends...
Along comes the hunger,
that still, on desire,
depends...


Not Necessarily So

by

Sunnyone



Do you write what you live,
or do you live what you write?
Do you pen from experience,
or from dreams of the night?
Is it just wishful thinking?
"Only ifís" that arenít there?
Or is it carved in your soul_
Scars that heal when you share?

Do you contemplate details,
build your verse like a fort?
Or does your pen just start writing
words that you canít abort?
Do you find yourself penning
your old memories and dreams?
Or do you contemplate strictly
on visible things?

Do folks ever ask if your
poems are all true?
And what makes them think
it all happens to you?
When they read the fantasies.
straight from your head,
do they think itís Godís truth_
you have lived what they read?!

A painter can paint_
A musician can play_
But a poet creates,
in a different way_
Using words to portray scenes
a reader can feel_
Itís an art, and as such,
could be false_could be real_

The stories are many,
Not all will be told_
The words are his sustenance,
and worth more than gold_
He writes with a passion
that burns deep within_
Mixing fiction with truth,
feeding thoughts through
his pen_


Memory Ridge

by

Sunnyone



Iíve told myself thereís nothing I can do,
to change the past_
I just keep pushing forward,
searching for some peace, at last_
Mistakes were made so long ago,
but I was young and didnít know_
They took away the right I had, to choose_
And left my heart with nothiní but the blues_

Itís just water under the bridge,
so I told my aching heart_
Sometimes the flood gates open wide,
when I let the teardrops start_
Iím left here standing all alone,
high and dry on Memory Ridge_
Staring down at a flood of teardrops,
flowing underneath the bridge_

The past is past_
Whatís gone and done, Iíd like to keep that way_
But still, I find myself with extra words,
I need to say_
So, if itís thought my words are lies,
a closer look shows no disguise_
The truth is shining bright on Memory Ridge_
And dancing off that water Ďneath the bridge_

Itís just water under the bridge,
flowing fast, and flowing free_
Every drop within that raging flood,
comes from the heart of me_
Iíll let it go, then walk away from pain,
on Memory Ridge_
Thatís the only way to stop the water,
underneath the bridge_
I think Iíll spread my wings and fly,
right off of Memory Ridge_


Cabin Fever

by

Sunnyone


Winterís late-night icy fingers
slap my window pane...
Peaceful night time stillness is
destroyed by pounding rain...
Holed up here, inside these walls,
could drive someone insane...
My mind is making me a true believer...
I think Iíve fallen prey to cabin fever!

Funny, but these walls have never
cramped my style before...
But, still...I have no slight desire
to venture out my door...
And nothing here inside can hold
my interest anymore...
The only friend I have is my retriever...
I wonder if he, too, has cabin fever...

So, here we sit, just me and hound,
and watch the storm unfold...
And watch the pictures flashing,
from tvís remote control...
It takes me to a beach where
no one there looks very cold...
We watch the tube...a marvelous deceiver...
Manís temporary cure for cabin fever!


Mother Dearest

by

Sunnyone


Why couldn't you just love me?
I did my level best..
Worked twice as hard to prove myself..
Much harder than the rest..
I tried to be your perfect child..
A perfect little clone..
But you made sure I grew up,
Feeling perfectly alone....

So many times I've cried out loud..
And even though I'm grown..
When I think back to childhood days..
I still feel so alone..
You'll never know and never see
the damage from my youth..
A child rejected IS neglected..
That is child abuse!!

No, you never broke my bones..
You usually let me eat..
But hand me downs were all you'd give..
>From head down to my feet..
You made me walk to school when I
was really very sick..
I never told a soul,
If you found out, I'd get the stick....

I never asked you for your help..
You wouldn't have, anyway..
And even though you're getting old,
can't ask you to this day..
I really missed belonging to some
folks who loved each other..
And all these years, I've wished for
just a caring, loving Mother....

I know that I can't change the past,
or go back to that time..
And well I know that in that age,
neglect was not a crime..
To use a child to vent the hate,
just has no sane excuse..
It's time to join together..
We can stop this child abuse....


Not Tonight

by

Sunnyone



The candles flicker softly, and the fragrance
of rare blossoms fill the air...
The fireplace crackles gently...
A reminder that warm nights are not quite there...
She lies upon the big four-poster,
waiting for your hand upon the door...
Her body aches with need, her heart is beating,
faster than itís done before...

Sheís draped in sheerest silk,
of purple hues to match her longing and desire...
And in her deep green eyes, a light reflection
of her flame or of the fire?
Her hair in chestnut strands are flowing freely,
past her shoulders to her waist...
She sighs as she anticipates your mouth,
your love, and how your body tastes...

She lies with eyes upon the door,
while dreaming of the love as yet to make...
And all the pleasures life can give
are there upon the threshold, free to take...
Her supple body quivers at the thought of
gentle kisses on her lips,
which spread apart remembering all the love
sheís taken from your fingertips...

Her passions mounts, and now she knows,
that she canít lie in wait for you much longer...
Thereís footsteps in the hall,
coming her way, and now theyíre getting so much stronger...
When finally the doorknob turns,
and in her eyes, her man of dreams appears...
And just the sight of you ignites the fire,
even after all these years!

You drop your workday burdens on the chair,
and stoop to kiss her cheek hello...
The atmosphere she nourished, seems invisible,
you donít see, or want to know...
You climb in bed, roll over,
you donít see the tears as she blows out the lights...
The last thing that you tell her is just
"No, I have a headache...not tonight!"


to ride loveís rainbow

by

Sunnyone


Over the mountains lies Paradise...
A place where a true love should be...
The path to it starts up at Heavenís edge,
where weíll ride a rainbow for free...

Adventure awaits us, as we climb aboard...
Weíre ready to touch stars above...
The heavens caress us with fingers of light...
Weíre wrapped in a rainbow of love...

The warm winds are guiding, theyíre leading us on...
Our rainbow is picking up speed...
We fly past the mountains that stood in our way,
and now we see where love can lead...

In flashes of color, we finally touch down...
Our haven waits there, just beyond...
Where all of our dreams manifest into view,
and burst into welcoming song...

Surrounded by promise, our hearts bloom once more...
A rainbow remains by our side...
To fill us with colors of life, and of love...
...Together...
...Forever...
...To ride...


My Gift

by

Sunnyone


Iím offering my heart,
please hold it gently in your hand...
Itís all I have to give,
and only heeds your loveís command...
Itís begging to belong to you...
It races when I think of you...
And when it hears your name,
my spirits lift...
So, please go gentle with my heart...
My gift...

I reach across to touch you,
and the distance is so great...
But you are there, love fills the air...
We touch by plan of fate...
Your heart is matching beats to mine,
the music heard is joy divine...
A melody within a magic riff...
My heart completes my song to you...
My gift...

So, take these words I give you...
Listen to the song I play...
And when you hear the melody,
youíll also hear me say:
That you will ever own my heart...
There may be times weíre far apart...
No matter if the sands of time may sift...
Youíll always have my heart...
my song...
My gift...


You Touched Me

by

Sunnyone


Not knowing what the end would be,
I closed my eyes and searched inside my soul_
Within itís depths, a voice was whispering,
loud enough to shake my self-control_
I closed my ears, and struggled all in vain,
to close the doorways to my mind_
That voice kept promising of all the love I need,
if I touched you_Iíd find_

It stayed with me in fitful dreams
and whispered me awake, at dawnís first light_
I still could feel the warm embrace
I shared with you in dreams, throughout the night_
And as I sat there sipping on a cup of
Mother Natureís morning brew_
The cobwebs disappeared and suddenly,
I knew just what I had to do_

I dropped my will and pride, I held my breath,
and then I knew I could begin_
I asked the dreaded question, that I knew would
make or break us in the end_
Iíve seen the "do you love me?" Ďs tear the
strongest friends apart, because of fear_
As I waited for your answer,
I could feel my face receive my falling tears_

Then, suddenly, like loverís hands
that reach across the miles for just one touch_
The answer came_"I love you, too, and someday
I will show you just how much"!
My heart took flight on wings as free and gentle
as the peaceful, cooing dove_
Then landed in your hands that touched me,
giving you my everlasting love_

And if by choice of fate, there comes a time
we neednít reach across the skies_
And also, if by fate, we get the chance to gaze
into each otherís eyes_
Iíll know for all eternity that you and I have
passed this way before_
But now, Iíll reach my hand to you, and wait_
for you to touch me,
just once more_


Flakey White Stuff

by

Sunnyone


Whatís this I see, falling down from the grey-black sky?
Itís coating everything it touches with a blanket of icy dandruff,
and freezing in place_
I thought it was gone_
The rain of last week rinsed the frozen lather
from the head of Mother Earth,
exposing last fallís dead follicles,
just waiting to grow new blades_
And now_just when humans were properly fooled,
into thinking Spring,
the flakey white stuff pours without warning...
If you listen closely, you can hear the muffled laughter
of Mother Nature, herself_
She laughs at having such power_
At causing such disappointment_
And at being able to play practical jokes like this,
and we canít stop her!
Not yet, we canít_not yet!
She always holds the winning hand_
This downpour is her best effort, all pristine,
and lacing the trees as I watch_
It is so beautiful and glorious in itís artistic expression_
She is painting in simplistic, virginal white,
on her living canvas that will soon turn to brilliant hues,
of floral rainbow colors_
This flakey white stuff is her primer_
Sent to spark our readiness and hunger for Spring


You Donít Know Me

by

Sunnyone



You donít know me_Iím a fan_
I take your thoughts inside my head,
and devour them like sweet pieces of ambrosia_
Savoring each meaning,
until Iíve drained their juices dry_
Sometimes your words are so intimate_
I feel as if they are meant for only me_
But, how could that be?
You donít know me_

No, you donít know me_
but we share our thoughts, our emotions,
our ups and downs_
Painting on a shared canvas,
we are splashing with words of many colors_
Side by side, we share this love, this art_
We touch each otherís souls and hearts,
but how could that be?
You donít know me_

You donít know me_yet_
not by name, or sight, or touch_
But you do know you_deep down,
where no one can see,
where you hide the real you_
You know the laughter that bubbles up,
at the wrong moments_
And the tears that are kept behind your eyes_
You know your own heart,
and write of pain, sorrow,
love and life_
You donít know me_or_Do you?


Rattle Dem Bones

by

Sunnyone


Do you ever wonder why_
When things are going well,
we try,
to find a way to bring it to an end?
If all is peace and harmony,
and all is going splendidly,
itís time to stir dem bones up,
once again!

Theyíre stuck away,
behind the door_
(When we donít need them, anymore)_
They much prefer the dark to honest light_
But now and then we set them free_
Old skeletons for all to see_
And rattle them to help us
win a fight_

Now, you have yours_
And I have mine_
But, in an argument, I find
that somehow they get mixed up,
at the start_
You stand there rattling mine at me_
And I shake yours, so you can see,
that weíre both armed,
while breaking both our hearts_

Itís not a pleasant sound to hear_
Dem bones are grating to the ear_
So next time we are headed for a fight_
Letís throw away that closet key_
Keep skeletons where they
should be_
And_
If youíre willing?_
Letís make love all night!


Beyond Forever

by

Sunnyone


In time beyond forever,
Iíll have your love_
My heart will wait for you,
somewhere above_
I cannot touch you here,
within these bounds_
For us, beyond forever,
is freedom found_

The journey here is long,
the miles are great_
In time beyond forever,
for you, Iíll wait_
A promise from two hearts,
to last all time_
In time beyond forever,
you will be mine_

I pray you read beyond,
into my soul_
And know weíll share our worlds,
as time unfolds_
In time beyond forever,
my love will be_
And there, someday,
youíll give_
your love to me_


Until Then_

by

Sunnyone

Until the waves stop rolling
on the restless stormy sea_
Until the stars stop twinkling
in the sky_
Until this heart stops beating
deep inside the breast of me_
Iíll keep your love beside me,
until then_

Until the birds give up their wings,
and cease their sweetest songs_
Until the blossoms fall,
from every bloom_
Until the human race can see whatís right,
and not whatís wrong_
Iíll need your love to guide me,
until then_

Until my soul takes wing and crosses,
to the other shore_
Until I know this breath,
to be my last_
Until forever walks with me,
into the evermore_
Iíll keep you here inside me,
until then_


Me and Mr. Blue

by

Sunnyone


Whoís your favorite poet/singer?
Mine is Justin Hayward of the Moody Blues,
and this is a little tribute to the man that writes
and sings the songs!


I sit here listening to the Moody Blues_
His voice is singing in the thoughts that
roll around my mind_
I listen to his songs about the roads
that we must choose_
And the possibilities of what Iíll
surely find_

The melodies reach out to kiss my ears_
Then touch my heartstrings,
plucking them with love, in perfect tune_
All thoughts on him, heart skips a beat,
I dream his presence near_
He sings me to the stars,
beyond the moon_

Enraptured dreams, but neíer reality_
As Moody Blues and I drift
in a soft, ethereal space_
The music wraps me in a velvet cloak,
of fantasy_
As I close my eyes,
to gaze upon his face_


To My Son---Where are you?

by

Sunnyone



To my son, Andrew Todd Rairden
if anyone knows him, please email me at: sunnyone52@excite.com
Thank you


I donít know where you are_
You left my life so many years ago_
Iíve searched both near and far_
So many things that I would like to know_

I still can see your face_
The smile I didnít know would be my last_
You left without a trace_
And part of me canít let go of the past_

The years are slipping by_
Itís been so long that we have been apart..
And I just donít know why_
You ran away, you broke this motherís heart_

But Iíve got memories_
And when I close my eyes, I see you smile_
The one I love the best_
The first time I held you, my first-born child_

But memories donít compare_
To knowing that youíre safe and doing well_
And in this motherís heart_
Each day thatís spent not knowing is pure Hell_

Please_if you read these lines_
I hope youíll feel that pain, and understand_
That I just want to see you, I have done my best_
The rest is in your hands_


Your Photograph

by

Sunnyone

Your eyes are full of longing,
and I see need hiding there_
Your lips are smiling gently_
They are whispering that you care_
I know that when we meet,
weíll live, weíll love, and how weíll laugh_
But Iíll still love you,
in Your Photograph_

Itís just a piece of glossy paper,
measuring eight by ten_
It came from miles away,
and it is dated: "donít know when"_
That doesnít really matter,
and I hope that you can see_
Your Photograph,
is now a part of me_

It greets me every morning,
and it helps me come alive_
And benefits from it,
throughout my day, I can derive_
It gives my mind a great escape,
when life wonít go my way_
Your Photograph,
is in my life to stay_

And now Iím looking at it,
after asking if you care,
enough to have me cross you mind,
while love with her you share_
The answer cut me to the bone,
much sharper, than a knife_
Your Photograph,
is all thatís in my life_

Old habits can be broken,
same is true for older hearts_
I know I need to give you up,
but donít know where to start_
I stare into Your Photograph,
Iíve cherished, through the years_
And now your smile is stained,
by lonely tears_

Today, I put Your Photograph away,
so I canít see_
The face Iíve come to love,
that takes the breath away from me_
Then someday, when my soul has healed,
and doesnít hurt to laugh_
Iíll gaze once more,
upon Your Photograph_


All I ask from you is Time

by

Sunnyone


Donít buy me presents...
Donít pay my bills...
Donít think your money
can pay for your thrills...
Yes, I am wanting,
but I will be fine...
You ask whatís my pleasure?
itís more of your time...

Time is more worthy
if given in trust...
It makes up in measure
for pleasure and lust...
We never can own it,
but give it the same...
And play it through life,
like itís dice in a game...

So, give me a minute...
an hour or two...
Give it to me, and Iíll
share it with you...
Iím here, and Iím waiting,
itís no easy task...
To spend time together,
is all that I ask...


and when she dreams

by

Sunnyone


She closes weary eyes and soon escapes into
the hallways of her mind...
She canít control which empty room
that she will choose,
or what therein sheíll find...
A never ending mystery...to dream,
alive within a secret place...
The only hint she gives of how she dreams,
becomes the look upon her face...

A smile is playing at the corner of her lips,
theyíre soft and cherry red...
Her fantasies are pulling her into a favorite dream,
within her head...
Sheís at the point where she still has
the power to choose to leave,
or should she stay?
Her dream is calling...now sheís past the point,
to turn her back, and run away...

She finds herself inside a room of velvet walls,
and curtains made of lace...
Next to the bed, a single rose is gently floating,
in a crystal vase...
The doors are open to a porch that looks upon a
smooth and tropic sea...
She realizes...
this has always been the way
she thought a dream should be...

And now thereís but one element she needs,
to make this perfect dream complete...
She knows that if she slowly turns,
sheíll face the one she has wished so hard
to meet...
And though, in life, theyíre strangers to each other,
and the odds against are great...
Within her dream, theyíll love as one...
And cold reality will have to wait...

The light is falling on her face,
and bringing her around,
to wake once more...
She wakes within the very room,
with velvet walls and open, lacy doors...
Upon the bed, his sleeping form...
The smile upon his face is now revealed...
For he is dreaming she is here...
And whoís to say if dreams cannot be real?


Beyond Tomorrow

by

Sunnyone


Tomorrow is forever and today...
Is only but a blink from what we know
as yesterday...
The years will pass while we look on...
A lifetime isnít all that long...
And then one day we know
our time is through...
Love lives beyond tomorrow,
if itís true...

The smiles that pass between
two lovers eyes...
Are kept within their souls,
immortal as the star-filled skies...
Within true hearts an ageless need,
requires time on which to feed...
And grows until it cannot be contained...
The need, beyond tomorrow,
will remain...

Life holds no guarantees regarding time...
Which forfeits itís possession of our lives,
that we define...
We choose the hours,
plan the days...
While knowing time will have itís ways...
And not until the end, we realize...
Our love, beyond tomorrow,
never dies...

So, time is not forever, or today...
is never lost when love becomes
the only game we play...
Somewhere that love will live again...
Again become the need within...
And grow until itís time has come
to pass...
Beyond tomorrow,
love will ever last...


Futile Thoughts Aside

by

Sunnyone


Nothing would be left if you were gone...
There wouldnít be enough of me,
to keep on keeping on...
I know all this, but I canít quit...
I see the futile depths of it...
But, still...
Iím lost within a maze of dreams...
And well aware how futile this all seems...

But futile though it looks,
my heart says try...
To climb the mountains, swim the seas,
then spread my wings and fly...
I cry...I ache...and so I write...
I try to never dream at night...
I wake to find you in my mind, at dawn...
This futile love helps me to carry on...

And is it futile...or is there some chance?
That someday you will come to me,
and teach my heart to dance?
Yes, in my mind that dream repeats...
Our love is joined, our spirits meet...
and for that moment,
I can only pray...
Let loveís futility just melt away...

I know you let my being cross your mind...
The love you send back to this heart,
spans over space and time...
Although, it seems a futile bliss,
to have your love in ways like this...
I canít let go...
Itís futile that I try...
My lips shall never say the words...
"Goodbye"


The Jelly Bean Conspiracy

by

Sunnyone

If youíre reading this, and you are a diabetic,
please be sure to read my note to you,
at the end of this poem.

( Iíve got the blues )
from the pinks, and the greens,
and the yellows, and the blacks,
not to mention all those luscious-looking
lavenders!
Those bright colors grab my eye...
Make it hard to deny...
That my fingers itch to be the guilty
gatherers!

( I must resist )
turn my back...walk away...
from the stack....but I stay...
And soon theyíll have me,
at the checkout stand...
Look around...all I see...
Is a great conspiracy...
Jelly beans...
looks like this thing was planned!

( Iím checking out )
I canít stand anymore...
lím addicted...whereís the door?
And why are all these beans here,
anyway?
Itís a joke...itís pathetic...
Canít eat just one...Iím diabetic...
But I know I ate my share...
in younger days...

( Still got the blues )
I can leave...Iím all through...
To myself...Iíve been true...
But wait!...something is calling
out to me...
Jelly beans...rainbow hues...
One bag left...and I canít lose...
For every bean inside is
Ďsugar-freeí!

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Oceans Wide and Mountains Tall

by

Sunnyone



Please donít be long_
I donít know if I can stand the wait_
Just thinking of the love that we could make,
Brings a lonely teardrop to my eye_

Iím holding on_
All I have are letters on the screen_
Sometimes I wonder if itís all a dream_
But this is all I have and so I try_

I try to keep my sanity,
and lock my heart inside of me,,,
But you found me and broke down every wall...
And I will never understand,
how you reached out and took my hand...
Across the oceans wide, and mountains tall...

So here I wait...
I know thereís got to be a reason why...
We met, I fell, now I canít say goodbye...
And neither one of us are free to leave...

We have our lives...
In seperate worlds apart we spend our days...
Weíre so connected, going seperate ways...
All we can do is write, and then believe...

Iíd sell my soul to be with you...
Thereís nothing that I wouldnít do...
My heart cries out to answer when you call...
And if you call me, I will try,
to spread my wings...to you Iíll fly...
Across the oceans wide, and mountains tall...


What I See

by

Sunnyone



You said you would always care,
it didnít matter when or where...
You became my shelter from reality...
You moved deep into my soul,
embedded, gained complete control,
then opened up my eyes so I could see...

What I see...is a friend...
One whoíll love me to the end,
and whoíll never let me walk my path alone...
When I finally saw the light,
like a beacon in the night,
you were there...shining love...to guide me home...

Many times Iíve lost my way,
because there was no light of day...
No one cared, or offered me their hand...
Then one day I looked up to see
your angel face look down at me...
Within your smile, I grew to understand...

What I see...in your eyes...
cannot ever be disguised...
And weíre helpless...love has claimed us for her own...
We shall love until we die,
then beyond our hearts will fly...
Like a beacon, love will guide our spirits home...

What I see...is so real...
I never dreamed that I would feel...
So in love, and safe within your love for me...
In my heart...you will stay...
Through forever, and today...
Soul to soul, and heart to heart...
Is what I see...


A Particular Kind of Grace

by

Sunnyone



The old woman sits at the table alone...
She looks around at all the things they gathered,
to make this house their home...
She looks back on their marriage,
like a stranger peeking in on someone else's life..
She's been many things: a daughter, a mother,
a woman, and....oh, yes....a wife......

Her children have all left her to herself...
But she still dusts the pictures,
That look back from that old shelf...
The children never visit or write,
it's like somehow they don't exist at all...
But in her memory, she sees them as her babies,
it doesn't seem that long ago they were small......

The old woman sits there in silence...
She sees his face and wonders why he was taken away...
Many years have gone since then,
but he is still her love today...
She knows somewhere in time they'll meet again..
and that puts a young girl's smile on her face..
She's not afraid...
For whatever life may hold in store,
She'll meet it,
with her own particular kind of grace......


Magic Crystal Kisses

by

Sunnyone


Candy cotton dreams are hanging high,
in satin skies...
Head upon a pillow,
gently closes weary eyes...
Day was spent in work,
but now the night is made for wishes...
Dreaming of the one,
who gives his
magic crystal kisses...

Riding up into her dreams,
upon a fiery steed...
Trembling as he takes her hand,
she tries to hide her need...
Somewhere, knowing soon sheíll wake,
to laundry, kids,
and dishes...
She reaches up to steal one of his
magic crystal kisses...

Off into the moonlight,
flying fast to evermore...
Sturdy steed transports them,
to a peaceful, quiet shore...
Perfect place,
a perfect sky,
a dream where nothing misses...
Especially not her Prince, who gives her
magic crystal kisses...

Gentle hands now reaching, touching...
Fire warms her cheeks...
Looks that pass between say all,
there is no need to speak...
Wrapped inside his cloak of love,
her Prince fulfills her wishes...
It all begins with gentle lips
and
magic crystal kisses...

But all too soon the morrow dawns,
with ringing of the phone...
She turns to touch her Prince,
and sees that she is all alone...
And there upon the nightstand,
something made her heart suspicious...
A stone...shaped like...
Well, yes...you guessed...
his magic crystal kisses!


Her Time to Dance

by

Sunnyone


She walks in grace through life, with head held high,
above the clouds that gather near...
Sheís learned to calm her inner storms,
that threatened her throughout her younger years...
Her body still invites the gaze of would-be lovers,
hoping for a chance...
Her life has been her melody...
Her heart her instrument...
Itís time to dance...

She greets the dawn with hopes and dreams,
that fill her with excitement every morn...
And deep inside her soul each day,
an old familiar dream becomes reborn...
She spends a moment looking back,
and smiling at the child with pen in hand...
The past becomes a melody...
She hums the tune...
And knows itís time to dance...

Itís time to write the lyrics down,
they all were put aside because of life...
She grew up writing songs, but gave it up,
to be a mother and a wife...
But life goes on, and so her song was hushed,
within the dying of romance...
She overcame the pain,
and now the song is heard again...
Itís time to dance...

The music plays...sheís not afraid,
if others see sheís dancing out of time...
For itís HER song, she wrote it, and,
the notes and lyrics sound to her...sublime...
She looks around to find that she is not alone,
and by some circumstance...
The floor is full around her,
swaying gently to her song...
Itís time to dance...

The dance will last forever now...
Her memories will never ever die...
Throughout this life into the next,
sheíll never need to ask the question: "Why?"...
She wrote her song from deep within her heart, her life...
It wasnít just by chance...
The melody will play,
beyond this life...
Where time allows her heart to dance...


If you only knew

by

Sunnyone



If you only knew...
would you shake your head and walk away,
or would you wrap me up inside your arms,
to stay?

If you only knew...
Would you laugh at how I fantasize,
or would you share the dreams youíd find,
behind my eyes?

If you only knew...
Would you think that I am too naive,
or would you love me more for what my heart
believes?

If you only knew...
Would you take your love away for real,
or would you take my hand,
and tell me how you feel?

If you only knew...
That my heartís now yours...so you might not know,
that I tried to run...it wonít let me go...
So I wish you knew...
How very much...
I love you...


Her Time to Dance

by

Sunnyone


She walks in grace through life, with head held high,
above the clouds that gather near...
Sheís learned to calm her inner storms,
that threatened her throughout her younger years...
Her body still invites the gaze of would-be lovers,
hoping for a chance...
Her life has been her melody...
Her heart her instrument...
Itís time to dance...

She greets the dawn with hopes and dreams,
that fill her with excitement every morn...
And deep inside her soul each day,
an old familiar dream becomes reborn...
She spends a moment looking back,
and smiling at the child with pen in hand...
The past becomes a melody...
She hums the tune...
And knows itís time to dance...

Itís time to write the lyrics down,
they all were put aside because of life...
She grew up writing songs, but gave it up,
to be a mother and a wife...
But life goes on, and so her song was hushed,
within the dying of romance...
She overcame the pain,
and now the song is heard again...
Itís time to dance...

The music plays...sheís not afraid,
if others see sheís dancing out of time...
For itís HER song, she wrote it, and,
the notes and lyrics sound to her...sublime...
She looks around to find that she is not alone,
and by some circumstance...
The floor is full around her,
swaying gently to her song...
Itís time to dance...

The dance will last forever now...
Her memories will never ever die...
Throughout this life into the next,
sheíll never need to ask the question: "Why?"...
She wrote her song from deep within her heart, her life...
It wasnít just by chance...
The melody will play,
beyond this life...
Where time allows her heart to dance...


If you only knew

by

Sunnyone



If you only knew...
would you shake your head and walk away,
or would you wrap me up inside your arms,
to stay?

If you only knew...
Would you laugh at how I fantasize,
or would you share the dreams youíd find,
behind my eyes?

If you only knew...
Would you think that I am too naive,
or would you love me more for what my heart
believes?

If you only knew...
Would you take your love away for real,
or would you take my hand,
and tell me how you feel?

If you only knew...
That my heartís now yours...so you might not know,
that I tried to run...it wonít let me go...
So I wish you knew...
How very much...
I love you...


After Awhile

by

Sunnyone


After awhile...the sun might start to shine...
And maybe some small dream I have,
will finally be mine...
Maybe if I hold my breath,
and wish with all my might...
After a while... your love will light my night...

After awhile...the tears might go away...
The ones I cry because I didnít know,
which words to say...
I thought I said the perfect thing,
maybe you just didnít hear...
After a while...your smile will dry my tears...

After a while...I wonít feel so alone...
Living days without your love,
hurts worse than I could have known...
Everything has turned to black,
and I canít find my way...
After a while...your love will light my day...

After awhile...Iíll hear you call my name...
But something new will echo there,
it wonít sound quite the same...
Youíll realize you love me, too,
and take me to your heart...
Then after awhile...weíll never be apart...


Just let me WRITE!

by

Sunnyone


Contemplation necessitates the writing of the word_
Through the mind, and out the pen,
with small chance of being heard...
Share the finished product that Iíve taken,
from my soul...
Rejection from those near just leaves me
feeling lost and cold...

Writing is to me a very old, familiar friend...
I wrote in the beginning...
Let me write up to the end...
Iíve tried to stop the process just to please,
and keep the peace...
But there are times I wish the harsh critiques
would simply cease!

I strive to keep things running smoothly,
do more than my part...
While deep inside my muse is playing games,
within my heart...
I need to let my feelings out,
I know that I must write...
The only time allowed me are the hours,
before daylight...

And now...to the dilemma...
Will it always be this way?
Should I give up the thing I love,
to keep harsh words at bay?
I stand alone and wonder...
My dilemma shrinks from view...
A writer writes...thatís what she does...
And shall until sheís through...


Never in my Life

by

Sunnyone



Never in my life did I expect to find a Prince
as sweet as you...
Your tender words are music to my longing heart
Iíve hidden from all view...
Youíve shown me that I need to laugh,
and with me, never at me,
you laugh, too...
Never in my life did I expect to find a Prince
as sweet as you...

Never in my life did I expect to find my love
amongst the stars...
But with your love youíve taken me to worlds
beyond both Jupiter and Mars...
Weíve taken flight within a kiss,
and touched the wonders,
guided by our hearts...
Never in my life did I expect to find my love,
amongst the stars...

Never in my life did I expect to find a love
who thought as I...
Someone whoís not afraid to take my hand,
to spread their wings,
and learn to fly...
And ever will I hold you in my heart, my love,
beyond eternity...
But never in my life, did I expect to find you,
waiting here...
For me...


To Be in Love

by

Sunnyone


To be in love...
is to feel a million butterflies,
playing tag,
somewhere,
deep inside...
While you enjoy the tickle!

To be in love...
is to feel,
a longing,
a never-ending need,
to touch the one you hold,
in your thoughts...

To be in love...
is to listen to your heart whisper their name,
on waking,
all through the day, into the night...
only to unite with their heart,
in your dreams...

To be in love...
is to realize the futility
of trying not to love...
You know that it canít be done...
you have already fallen,
and that canít be undone...

To be in love...
is to see a sky full of rainbows,
without the rain...
To hear a birdís song, and hum the melody...
To lie in the grass, and float,
amongst the clouds...

To be in love...
is a gift,
to two hearts,
with the same need...
To be...
loved...


One Click

by

Sunnyone



You said that you would write today,
to watch my ICQ...
And finally my reward was there,
a chance to talk to you...
It seemed that you were busy,
but I still kept holding on...
Then somewhere out in cyber space,
you clicked and you were gone!

I sent you back a message,
just to say I wasnít through...
I didnít get an answer,
not a single word from you....
With hours passed, frustration mounts,
the day will seem too long...
And all Iíve thought about is just
one click, and you were gone...

The awful part is I donít know
if it was what you chose...
Or maybe it was in the lines,
sometimes thatís how it goes...
But my poor heart is hurt,
no matter where it all went wrong...
it didnít need rejection with that click,
and see you gone!

I guess Iíll have to find some other
friends to ICQ...
Then I wonít sit here, all alone,
and wait so long for you...
Youíve shown me our relationship was
much more off than on...
The next time that you message me,
Iíll click, and youíll be gone!


Where Are You?

by

Sunnyone



You said that you would be there...
about a zillion times since weíve met...
Oh, sure...if I needed you...I need only call out...
You would have that shoulder ready,
kleenex in hand for hard times...
Or just your hand to hold...

I thought I could count on you...
Your name was like a smile on my ICQ alert...
And when we really connected,
it felt so damned good...meant to be and all that...
the possibilities loomed ahead of us,
and you showed up in my dreams at night...

I was here for you...
When you almost lost your job, who did you first tell?
Me, of course...not even needing to ask if I would listen...
When you had fights at home, where did you turn?
Why...here to me, of course...knowing I wouldnít nag,
wouldnít yell...I would just...be there...

Now I need you...
Youíre nowhere to be found in the cyber world,
or the real one, for that matter!
I need assurance, I need tenderness, I need YOU...
So where are you, my fairweather friend?
Do you only seek me when itís your need to be filled?
Or will you join me in the rain?


Birdsong

by

Sunnyone


Listen to the birds...
There....do you hear them right outside your windowpane?
In the peaceful post-dawn stillness,
they are singing to greet the new day...
How would it feel if you did the same?

They fill the air with notes of beauty,
no complaints, only excitement,
at the thought of being alive to fly...
to fly high above our busy heads,
free as what they are...free as birds!

Just listen for a minute...
You have a minute to spare,
and it will be time well spent...
Their songs are unique to their species,
Are yours?

Can your song be heard?
Over the hustle of daily greed...
above the noisy groan of manmade inventions...
Can you rise above it all?
Spread your gossamer wings and fly?

Just stop and listen...
It wonít take long,
and then you can go about your busy ways...
But who knows...maybe the birdsong will change you,
in some silent, giant, yet unfathomable way...
Just listen...


Trance

by

Sunnyone



Is there a chance?
Just one little chance?
That you have me caught in a trance?
Is there a way?
A simplified way?
To win at this game that we play?
Is there an out?
A clear cut way out?
So I neednít stumble about?
Is there a chance?
Just one little chance?
That I have you caught in my trance?


These are the Hours

by

Sunnyone


Alone...
In the pre-dawn silence...
Thoughts racing, keeping mind awake inside a weary body...
No particular reason for sleeplessness...
Blame it on the moon...
These are the hours of cherished solitude...
There is no interference from anyone...anything...
These are the hours for writing...
Let the mind wander, while the pen obeys the call of the soul...
Writerís bliss...
No interruptions...just pen and paper and quiet...
A candle glowing softly...
Throwing enough light to play tag on the paper...
Words fill the empty spaces and ink flows freely...
These are the hours...
When night looms in one corner, and dawn in another...
They both come out fighting, knowing the fight is fixed...
Dawn always wins, for nightís energy is spent...
But in the silent battle there lies the old friend, Time...
Awarding precious moments of solitude...
To be snatched up and cherished, then used to create...
To satisfy the ever present need in the writerís soul...
The need to simply write...
Yes...these are the hours...
A gift from Time, offered freely...
To be accepted and savored, like morsels of rare ambrosia...
These are the hours...
of peace...


Hold me...not too Tightly

by

Sunnyone


Hold me in your arms of love,
but give me room to fly...
Hold me, not too tightly,
and Iíll never say goodbye...

Let me grow within myself,
and make my own mistakes...
Let me take my chances,
even if my heart should break...

Your arms are there to help me stand,
and lift if I should fall...
But if I am to learn to fly,
I first must learn to crawl...

Understand my growing need,
to walk my path, my way...
Then hold me, not too tightly,
and forever I will stay...


When Suddenly

by

Sunnyone



I closed my eyes and there you were...
You found me...
You dried my tears and wrapped your love,
around me...
You saw right through my bravest smile,
and held me close to you awhile...
When suddenly I knew deep in my heart...
That of my life youíll always be a part...

And now I know I canít and wonít refuse you...
I pray to stars above I never lose you...
It seems much longer weíve been one...
In truth when all is said and done,
our love is something more,
than what it seems...
When suddenly I wake...
Youíre just a dream...


The Gypsy and the Sheik

by

Sunnyone


Gypsy eyes of emerald green,
stare deep into the fire...
Magic flickers dance while gypsy summons
all desire...
Reaching down into her soul,
a simple spell is found...
Then cast upon the spirit wind,
to seek his eyes of brown...

Never meeting...touching not,
a distant seed was sown...
Taking roots, though miles apart,
the seed of love has grown...
Gypsy heart has fallen for the Sheik,
of desert winds...
While deep inside his rugged chest,
a love for her begins...

Forces far beyond their mortal hearts
have come to play...
mixing ancient magic with the tools,
of modern day...
A simple click has crossed the miles,
and opened up the gate...
And neither Gypsy, nor her Sheik,
have strength to make love wait...

Freely taking, giving more,
they join in loverís dance...
Knowing that it all depends on magic lines,
and chance...
Passion grows with every step they take,
and every turn...
And in the souls where flickered love,
a raging fire now burns...

Time will tell,
if Gypsy love will keep her handsome Sheik...
His magic equals that of hers,
and wraps her as we speak...
In golden thoughts of desert nights,
upon the burning sands...
Two hearts entwined, held gently....
as tomorrow takes their hands...


When Trust is Gone

by

Sunnyone

When trust is gone,
the spark of love within you dies...
Thereíll always be a question,
in your eyes...
And even though whatís gone before,
has gone away...
When trust is gone,
thereís no more left to say...

When trust is gone,
the hopes and dreams just fall apart...
An emptiness consumes your lonely heart...
The darkness of the night replaces
loveís sweet glow...
When trust is gone,
thereís no place love can grow...

When trust is gone,
you live within an empty shell...
Youíve lost the only thing
you knew so well...
And with each dawning day you pray
to right the wrong...
That numbs your very soul,
when trust is gone...


Green Dragon Eyes

by

Sunnyone



Beware the green dragon, a cold-hearted beast...
Creeping into your innocent lives...
To take down his victims, upon them to feast...
In guises of husbands and wives...

His eyes look upon everything that youíve done...
And green with pure envy they turn...
The innocent other can feel it begin,
but tries to deny what is learned...

The dragon has loomed high above all the while...
But one partner chose not to see...
And blindly denied what was known in her heart...
With envy, a love cannot be...

Thereís always a question, thereís always the pain...
Thereís never a change to be tried...
With false accusations, and burning remarks,
the love once inside, simply died...

To look in the eyes of a mate and see nothing,
but jealousy, which you despise...
Can only ensure that you just cannot stay,
in the gaze of those green-dragon eyes...

The longing to look into eyes full of love,
is a longing the heart has to bear...
And someday those eyes with their gentle clear gaze...
Will replace the cold green dragon stare...


Comfort in the Clouds

by

Sunnyone


Clouds...
floating lazily up the misty channel...
Kissing the tops of still snowy mountains,
then dipping back down...
To drink,
from the deep green glacial waters...

Theyíre peaceful somehow...like a blanket,
masking our world from the searing sun...
Today, they are dripping a soft rain,
on the newly blossomed tulips...
Washing the brightness back to the brilliant hues,
that were dulled by traffic dust...

I always enjoyed clouds...
Their shapes providing my imagination with stuff,
to dream on...
Different shapes, always changing, nothing permanent...
They taught me, early on, to welcome change...
To jump right in , then shape the changes to fit my world...

Clouds...comforting on days when the sun just wouldnít fit...
They comforted me on the day my Grandmother died...
And on the day our dog, Sara, went to sleep,
with her dear head in our laps...
The sun would have dried the tears,
that we needed to shed...

The clouds have always been there...
They caress the earth with fingers of mist,
moving and changing as she spins...
Sometimes dangerous...sometimes destructive...
But always natural...
Always just out of reach of manís power...
Aloft...
Aloof...
and rising...
Above...


Outside the Ordinary

by

Sunnyone

Painted faces, mimes abound...
Jugglers, artists, circus clowns...
Merriment enough for all...
Laughter fills the Big-Top hall...
Elephants and fancy girls...
Lights beneath the Big-Top swirl...
Lift your head to look up high...
Trapeze artists seem to fly...
Cotton candy...sticky stuff...
Somehow never get enough...
Popcorn, peanuts, luscious smells...
Horses decked in jingle bells...
Fun for one and all, it seems...
Summer brings us Circus dreams...
Let your grown-up heart be merry...

Step outside the ordinary!!


Internet Gypsy

by

Sunnyone


To her, the road has been the only home,
sheís ever had...
There have been times when good was overshadowed,
by the bad...
The lessons learned came hard and fast,
and not forgotten yet...
Sheís older now, but still a gypsy,
on the Internet...

Sheís traded her worn suitcase,
for a trailer in a park...
The thumb she used to catch her rides,
now types long after dark...
Some things have changed, sheís not the same,
as she once was, but yet...
Sheís still a gypsy, traveling down the road,
called Internet...

Itís in her blood, and so she cannot help
her wandering ways...
Sheís tried to settle firmly down,
and pass her coming days,
by taking care of all thatís asked of her,
but somehow yet...
Sheís happiest when traveling down the road,
called Internet...

That roadís her only passage now,
but all within it lies...
Itís opened up some wondrous things,
and filled her with surprise!
Her gypsy soul was longing for a
brand new road to set
her feet upon, so now sheís traveling,
down the Internet...

Some say that gypsies go alone,
but thatís not always true...
So, if you have a gypsy heart,
sheíll share her road with you...
A road of many passions,
once you feel, you wonít forget...
Her gypsy love will guide you,
on the road called Internet...


Sleepwalk

by

Sunnyone


Shhhh...walk softly in the night,
or you will wake yourself from your dream...

Dream on...of long walks on the beach,
long walks with your hand in that of your lover...

Each step a step on the journey of life,
free from the cares of the waking world...

Walk with bare toes wiggling in the sand,
walk gently...step silently...

Don't look back...keep your eyes closed,
feel the night ocean breezes kissing your face...

Listen as your lover calls your name,
don't stop...just listen...keep walking...

And soon enough,
you will wake...


Nothing Left of You

by

Sunnyone



You knew Iíd cry...
You knew Iíd beg for one more try...
And all this time, I think you really knew...
That we were wrong...
And never meant to last too long...
So, now this ache might break my soul in two...

Sitting here, and wondering why
you treated me this way...
I would have given you my world,
if only you had stayed...
The lonliness I feel right now canít hide the bitter truth...
Iíll feel this way until the day
thereís nothing left of you...

You knew my pain...
You left me standing in the rain...
And disappeared just when I needed you...
With no goodbye...
You never gave me reasons why
this heart of mine should break this way for you...

And now I know that I will never
be in love again...
You took away my hopes and dreams,
and left me at the end...
You never even sent me one last kiss to see me through...
But one day Iíll be done,
and thereíll be nothing left of you...


Endings

by

Sunnyone

A time to say goodbye...
A time allowed to cry...
A waving of the hand...
A finish of your plan...
Some welcome, some are not...
The end of battles fought...
A time to recollect...
Thereís nothing to object...
Whatís known becomes whatís gone...
No dream to carry on...
Unknown, therefore afraid...
The sacrifice is made...
The stopping of the chain...
The ceasing of the pain...
The flood of tears to cry...
Until the eyes run dry...
All living things must die...
But still we must deny...
And new life carries on...
Push out the old, be gone...
The circle comes full turn...
The lesson fully learned...
There really are no endings...
Only new beginnings...


There Once Was...

by

Sunnyone


There once was a girl who kept trying...
To become what her heart was denying...
She was lost in his dream,
while inside her heart screamed...
When alone, she would find herself crying...

She'd always been good to her mother...
And kind to her sisters and brother...
Two men in her life...
Both took her to wife,
and for granted...her spirit they smothered...

The years rolled along, she got older...
The need in her soul became bolder...
She found she could write...
There was many a night,
when she simply wrote what her heart told her...

The words were a magical potion...
They set a new life into motion...
She lived in their home,
but her gypsy soul roamed,
on the net, with determined devotion...

She knew it was out there...she'd find it...
Her heart was the culprit behind it...
And if one lonely day,
love should happen her way...
Her heart would jump in, never mind it...

And that's where the story continues...
There's a choice of two plates, and two menus...
On the one...nothing there...
On the other...Fate's fare...
Hard to choose between opposite venues...

This story, as yet, has no ending...
And today is another beginning...
Closer look...one can see...
Love has set two hearts free,
while the future awaits, and is pending...


Transparent

by

Sunnyone


Open your eyes...
Look...I mean, really look...
What is there the most of on this earth?
People? Yes...people...
The keepers of the planet, and the most
prolific organisms on the face of the earth...
Billions of us...
So, why canít we see each other?
Why do we pay attention to some,
and look right through the rest?
Who decides which ones of us are ĎTransparentí?

Are your eyes really open?
Can you focus on the close-up?
Set your eyes for ĎAnti-Transparentí!
Then look at lifeís scene in front of you...
Do you see all those homeless people?
Whole families, sleeping under the bridge,
while limosines roll overhead?
Do you see the old woman, behind the greasy spoon,
rummaging through the dumpster for some half-eaten
morsel to take back to her old man,
because he is dying and cannot feed them?
Look closer... at the corner of the red-light district...
See that little girl over there,
with all the trappings of a thirty-five year old,
plying the oldest profession on earth?
Why do you think she chose this?
Itís a last-ditch effort to stop the gnawing of her starvation...

You may say you donít know these people...
Youíre right! Youíve never seen them before...
but they were here all along...
The homeless, the old, the hungry...
Right under your nose...
But they were ĎTransparentí... But wait...
Could it be that ĎYouí are ĎTransparent?
That you are easy to see through?
With all your false motives and phony excuses,
that were ingrained in you from birth?
Because of your steady diet of apathy?

You arenít really to blame...
This is a world society of overlooking the obvious...
In this society, there exists ĎTransparentí people,
in every culture...
But the homeless, old, and hungry
are but one small group of human transparencies...
The largest group is the one most of us belong to...
The ones who run the place...
We fit in...we conform...we achieve...
But weíre empty...we canít fool ourselves...
We know thereís something missing...
We know our souls are lacking...
We have become...
ĎTransparentí...


Au Contraire

by

Sunnyone



Some like it hot --> I like it cold...
Some like it new --> I like it old...
Some like it out --> I like it in...
Some like the start --> I like the end...

Some like a crowd --> I like it alone...
Some like to party --> I like to stay home...
Some like the day --> I like the night...
Some like to nibble --> I like to bite...

Some like to work --> I like to play...
Some like to leave --> I like to stay...
Some like to frown --> I like to smile...
Some like an inch --> I like a mile...

Some like to hate --> I like to love...
Some like the hawk --> I like the dove...
Some like their money --> I like whatís free...
Some are contrary --> But Iím simply me...


Youíll Not Be There

by

Sunnyone


When Summer whispers gently in the breeze,
across the land...
And all around,
her golden touch is seen...
ĎTis maybe then these eyes will see,
this heart will understand...
That the only time weíll meet,
is in my dreams...

Iíll never see your face,
reflecting on the waters still...
Your laugh is but imagined in my mind...
Reality has bathed me,
in a ghostly Winter chill...
Though Summer,
all around,
does naught but shine...

She calls me back into her warmth,
enticing though it be...
With scenes of somedayís memories,
in the air...
But nothing stirs except the tears,
that fall inside of me...
They fall, because I know...
Youíll not be there...

Youíll not be there to share the days,
I thought would be forever...
Youíll not be there to touch,
when shadows fall...
In truth, I know itís fantasy...
As lovers, we were never...
Though never is a long, long time,
youíll not be there,
at all...


In Defense of Reality

by

Sunnyone


A few things I have pondered,
about our cyber-space...
Like, when did "a/s/l?" become a greeting?
And the reason pics are given,
(ones that donít include the face)...
Is because thereís not one chance in hell,
of meeting!

Someday Iíd love to meet,
whoever named it "Chat"...
Isnít that what ladies do at tea?
No wonder that humanity is in the place itís at...
The only place we touch,
is:
on the screen...

Please donít get me wrong...
Iím fond of these machines...
Theyíve proved to be some very useful tools...
By manís own hand,
without a thought...he brought them into being...
Not knowing theyíd end up,
in hands of fools...

And fools we often are...
As hunters on the net...
Of every vice and greed thatís known to man...
We keep ourselves anonymous,
and take what we can get...
Then give back,
just as little as we can...

I know that there are cases,
of cyber love thatís real...
But thatís a rare exception,
at itís best...
More is the case of "click--->youíre gone"...
Who cares how someone feels...
It puts the human spirit to the test...

Itís only my opinion,,,
Iíve pondered at some length...
And felt this subject worthy of debate...
I had the urge to write,
about our finest human strength...
Though cyberís fine...real lifeís devine...
When two communicate!!!!!!


Tomorrow Morningís Prayer

by

Sunnyone



~~~ Give me this day ~~~

1.
A chance to sit quietly, and listen,
to the birds rejoice in the new morn,
before dawn arrives to light the day...

2.
Two ears that soak up the perfect stillness,
beyond the birdsong...before the daily world awakes,
to fill the void with noise...

3.
Eyes that look beyond manís grasp...
Open to the splendor all around us, that nature shares,
and never demands payment in return...

4.
The happy laughter of children at play,
acting out their innocent dreams,
from innocent hearts that have yet to know pain...

5.
A rainbow to wish on...
a wish that could come true...
And the faith to believe that angels are real...

6.
Gratitude...for all the days that have been,
and all those yet to be...
And for all the love this heart still holds...

7.
A way to tell my friends, old and new,
how much I love them...
For the gifts inside their written words...

8.
And a chance to give back what I have received...
yes...a chance to give,
for that means a chance to live...

~~~ Give me this day ~~~

Just this one day...
For that is all we have...
And that is all we need...


The One of Us

by

Sunnyone


Man is disconnected from birth.
The very act of birth is one of disconnecting,
from a familiar warm place,
into a cold world of confusion among other beings
who are similarly disconnected.
Thatís the one feature we all have in common...
Uncertainty.
Not one of us have a clue as to lifeís journey.
Yet man spends his time and money trying to connect,
to be a part of,
and categorize everything around him.

Why not just accept it?


Am I Dreaming?

by

Sunnyone



Am I dreaming?
Or are you real?
Iíve always known that love should be
the way you make me feel...
If Iím dreaming,
donít wake me yet...
Just let me linger in your arms,
so I will not forget...

For in your eyes, I see the one Iíve prayed
would come along...
You took my waiting heart,
and filled it with your tender songs...
And now I know that it is you,
Iíve needed all along...
I wake each day to hear you gently say:
"No, youíre not dreaming,
Iíll never go away."

Are we dreaming?
Or is this true?
That I may have my chance to walk
beside a man like you?
Weíll keep dreaming,
while weíre awake...
And share each dream with open hearts,
as every step we take...

It doesnít matter where we go,
Iíll proudly stand by you...
And you will know a love
that you can count on to be true...
The path we choose is ours alone,
and everything is new...
So, take my hand and letís begin our dance...

Weíre not dreaming...
This love is not by chance!


Email-Order Bride

by

Sunnyone


Alone, she sits by the blue screen,
with finger poised on the switch...
Her mind is in a world,
so far from her own...
She prays for the fastest connection,
without any unforseen glitch...
She dreams of the far-away place,
soon that she will call home...

One morning she opened a message,
as the yellow light flashed on the bar...
And that was the day Lady Fate
put her life into place...
He had found her, said he had been guided,
from a place that was so very far,
seemed to her like a planet,
in some distant far away space...

Weeks went by and they chatted,
telling secrets and sharing their days...
And she felt like a girl, young and tender,
and somehow brand new...
She also felt something growing,
taking over the cold empty place...
One morning he told her he loved her,
and thatís when she knew...

She had finally found her true soul-mate...
He had finally found his true love...
And all of the obstacles never could
stand in their way...
For once their hearts met, it was pure fate...
But it was gentle and soft as a dove...
A gift to be cherished and nurtured,
throughout all their days...

Her heart skipped a beat when he asked her,
to share all he had in his life...
To love and to laugh,
and to never be lonely, again...
And if she said yes, ever after...
She would stand by his side as his wife...
So, across all the miles, she reached out,
and she gave him her hand...

She knew that it wouldnít be easy,
to learn how to live in his world...
But she would face hell and itís fury,
to go to his side...
So, each passing day brought her closer...
To the wind all her cautions were hurled...
ĎTwas her great adventure in life,
to be his email-order bride!


Give me your Heart

by

Sunnyone


Give me your doubts...
Throw all your cautions to the wind...
Donít lock me out...
For if you do, we canít begin...
Give me your fears...
From your true happiness they take...
Just give me your heart...
And you will never feel it break

Give me your smile,
Iíll give you back a tender kiss...
Give me your arms,
then let me fill them with sweet bliss...
Dontí make me cry,
for if you do, Iíll have to go...
Just give me your heart,
and if you do, Iíll love you so...

Give me your love,
Iíve waited all my life for you...
Give me your songs,
and I will learn to sing them, too...
Donít say goodbye,
or we wonít have our memories...
Give me your heart,
I beg of you,
just love me,
Please...


Forever and a Day

by

Sunnyone


"Will you marry me?"

He asked the question, holding out his heart,
within his hand...
She felt the answer stir inside her soul...
His face, her well-loved fantasy,
their destiny pre-planned...
He was her Prince, in dreams so long ago...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She said: "Iíve waited for you"

All these years Iíve known, inside my heart,
that you were real...
Our paths would cross, and someday we would meet...
I knew that if I held onto my dream,
someday Iíd feel
this joy, to lay my heart here at your feet...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Please take my hand"

He beckoned her to venture near,
and place her hand in his...
And soon she found her home in his embrace...
A look into his gentle eyes,
became their loveís first kiss...
and tears of joy slipped down her weary face...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"My answer is ...yes"

Sheíd always known someday heíd come,
and soul to soul would mate...
And now she saw the smile within his eyes...
The question asked---the answer given,
their love, an act of fate...
Two hearts as one, on angelís wings to rise...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The question has been answered,
but the story has just begun...
And who can guess what new games Fate will play?
The two will join together,
and their hearts will be as one...
Eternal love...
Forever, and a day...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Songbird

by

Sunnyone



Locked inside her captorís cage,
she stretches both her wings....
Deep inside, familiar longings start...
From her soul a melody takes hold,
she starts to sing...
Her song of love, that beats within her heart...

Bars cannot contain her voice,
and so the song begins...
Echos heard beyond the fortress walls...
Penetrate her prisonís gate,
then fly into the wind...
Searching for the ears on which to fall...

Years go by, and still the little bird
gives gift of song...
Every day is sweeter than before...
She never flies, but stays and tries
to right her captorís wrong...
And overlooks the gap Ďtween bars and door...

Then one day another voice
sings deeper harmony...
She listens, and within, a need awakes...
His song of love drifts from above,
each note in perfect key...
Her heart is drawn toward the sound he makes...

She steps onto the bars that hold the
once-locked prison door...
With all her strength, she pushes, with her weight...
The door has opened outward,
and her prison is no more...
She spreads her wings, then flies to meet her fate...

Now, if you listen closely, with your heart,
and not your ear...
Two singing voices bless you with their song...
And what is sung, has just begun,
because she conquered fear...
And learned to give the love that lay inside her,
all along...


Leap of Faith

by

Sunnyone

A point in life is reached when deep within
your heart you know...
That every road youíve traveled led to this...
That nothing you have done was overlooked,
or done by chance...
And never were your actions hit or miss...

Especially in the matters where your heart
begins to love...
the seeds are deeply sown within your soul...
And just a word thatís written,
or a song thatís meant for two...
Will prove that you no longer have control...

This point is reached outside the bounds
of time, and makes itís move...
With lightning speed it shows which path to take...
No longer are you able to retreat,
and leave behind...
And neither can you love for loveís own sake...

Youíre faced with new reality,
that stops you in your tracks...
Itís "Now or Never" sinks into your bones...
You canít escape, because the heart,
that beats within your breast,
is telling you that now you arenít alone...

Acceptance marks the start of that,
which takes your breath away...
The need is felt to join two lives as one...
No matter what the obstacles, that need provides a path...
For two to walk,
into the rising sun...

The first step is the hardest one,
it starts as simple choice...
Your soul has picked the one to be itís mate...
No turning back, your heart has flown,
across Loveís great divide...
Your time has come...
So, close those eyes,
and take that Leap of Faith!


Personal Freedom

by

Sunnyone


Freedom....

To be a person, to be my own person, not needing
to ask permission for having my own way of doing
things, and my own way of thinking.

To say what I want to say, and not have to mold it
into the pattern that you designate, or speak the
words that you allow me to speak.

To write what I feel inside, regardless of whether
or not you think it is correct, and whether or not
it matches your way of thinking.

To share what I write, anywhere I choose, regardless
of the fact that I didnít ask your permission, and
I didnít get your approval.

To have my own friends, my own life, without
having to ask anyone if I can, without having to
qualify who I choose to share my time with.

To be myself, and not always be wondering if the
person I am can be suffocated at any given moment,
and therefore I am on guard constantly.

To grow, to express my growth, to wallow in it,
and be proud of myself for my efforts, and not
have them swept under the rug as insignificant.

To create, to stretch my wings, and to try new
and exciting things, of my own choosing, and not
because you think it would benefit you somehow.

Freedom...

Just to be me...the most basic freedom in any
relationship. For if you have to shape yourself into
the person that your partner expects, than you have
lost your freedom, you have lost yourself. Let me
be myself. Give me the chance to fly my way,
and I will always return to my nest.

The greatest gift of love you can give, is that of
Freedom...


Sir Galahad Lives!

by

Sunnyone


Hoofbeats racing, eyes of fire,
the stallion gathers speed...
a heart of thunder beats within his breast...
He carries through the darkest land,
a Knight of gallant breed...
well known to rescue damsels in distress...

The Knight is called Sir Galahad,
a man, but something more...
a legend come to life when duty calls...
With blade in hand, on stallionís back,
he settles every score...
Each battle won, as dragons Ďround him fall...

And warrior though the Knight may be,
heís known both near and far,
for other traits that ladies all admire...
His gentle ways show strength within,
a true and loving heart...
A man whose very touch creates desire...

For every lady rescued,
from the dragonís cruel embrace,
has fallen prey to charms within the Knight...
And powerless to keep control,
her will is out of place...
And offers up herself, without a fight...

Sir Galahad, the honored Knight,
became a legend bold...
And down through time heís ridden on his steed...
To stay within the damselís hearts,
as in the days of old...
And set a lasting rule for acts and deeds...

And though the horse is motorized,
and armour is no more...
the Knights of yesteryear do still abound...
And ladies still have dragons
which need slaying by the score...
While hoping a true Knight will soon be found...

Sir Galahad is riding strong,
and if you look, youíll see,
a myriad of Knights within your gaze...
With words as true as tempered steel,
theyíll set your spirit free...
Sir Galahadís alive in modern days!


Waiting

by

Sunnyone



The longest days of my life are spent,
just loving you...
And waiting for the time when
all my wildest dreams come true...
And when that moment comes,
when I can stand there by your side...
The words are said, I give my vow,
to ever be your bride...
And know that what my heart has taught,
must never be denied...
Then thatís the day my future will begin...
Iíll be right here, just waiting,
until then...

These longest days of my life are
passing slowly by...
They just drag on and on,
no matter how many tears I cry...
The thought that keeps me going,
is of how our lives will be...
The day you join me to your world,
and give your love to me...
To be within your loving arms,
will set my spirit free...
Iíll wait for our "forever" to begin...
And dream of our tomorrows,
until then...


When all is said and done

by

Sunnyone



When all is said and done,
and time has run itís course...
And all the waiting patiently is through...
The doors have all been shut,
and there is no remorse...
Thereíll be a brand new road for me and you...

You know Iím going to be the one,
who is waiting here...
To wrap you in the web of love Iíve spun...
And never will your heart cry out pain or fear...
Weíll be as one,
when all is said and done...

When all is said and done,
weíll join as lovers must...
Our souls will mate for all eternity...
Our hearts have long since pledged each
to the otherís trust...
On angelís wings, weíll fly to gether, free...

Our spirits soar, look forward to the time at hand...
The laughter shared,
and other joys to come...
And, Darling, soon...we will begin to understand...
We are eternal, as the sun...
Weíve shared our lifetimes, more than one...
And time is ours,
When all is said and done...


DONíT LOOK BACK!!

by

Sunnyone



Say goodbye to all the years,
and say goodbye to all the tears...
You gave it all you had,
then tried some more...
The memories will go away,
and life continues come what may...
Itís time to look ahead and close that door...

The future may seem insecure...
Your path ahead, not very sure...
The dreams you thought you had,
now you may lack...
And when it comes to push or shove,
it boils down to that thing called love....
Itís waiting up ahead, so donít look back...

No, donít look back, thereís nothing there...
Just those who really never cared...
Except for what you gave, and they could take...
Though time goes on,
some things wonít change,
no matter what you rearrange...
So now you must move on, for your own sake...

Itís hard to think it didnít last,
and when you look back on the past,
youíll see love fading, right before your eyes...
But donít be too hard on yourself...
For it takes two to build that shelf,
on which is kept your heartaches,
and goodbyes...

Take a look around, youíll find
thereís nothing you canít leave behind...
For things can be replaced, but not your heart...
The door is opening up ahead...
You hear life call, and what is said,
becomes your destiny...
So you must start...

Donít be afraid, youíre on the brink...
Donít care what others say or think...
They only show intelligence they lack...
For itís your life, and finally,
You have a turn to simply "BE"...
Run straight into your future...
DONíT LOOK BACK!!


Sometimes

by

Sunnyone


Sometimes I cannot bear to wait...
the days seem oh so long...
I try to trust in Lady Fate,
and stay forever strong...
But sometimes I just need to touch
the face that I love so..
I ask myself why love should hurt...
Sometimes I just donít know...

When every day is shadowed by
mistrust at otherís hands...
and I can only sit and cry,
and never understand...
Thatís when I ask myself how much
my heart can really take...
I know to make it stronger still,
sometimes it has to break...

For when it breaks, the surface cracks,
but not the core inside...
and all the little broken tracks
you simply cannot hide...
But time is lifeís great miracle,
and heals it doubly strong...
The process calls for patience,
but sometimes it takes too long...

So, while I wait, I contemplate
what life can hold in store...
and tell myself that there are reasons,
I am waiting for...
But, still, itís hard to bide my fate
and let the days slip by...
While deep down I know I must wait,
sometimes it hurts to try...

Now I must look inside myself,
and try to learn and grow...
For Fate has sat me on a shelf,
so I could come to know...
the person that I have become,
the woman in the glass...
Her futureís bathed in golden sun...
Sometimes she has no past...

And while I wait within my shell,
a peace has taken hold...
No longer do I live in Hell,
but gather self-control...
For all my dreams from birth to here,
are right within my hands...
I know that I have naught to fear...
Sometimes I understand...


Notta Joke!

by

Sunnyone


If this is a joke, itís not funny...
I donít need to laugh, I need money...
Dig into your stash,
send me quick, cold hard cash...
You can make the check:
"payable to Sunny"...

Iím sitting here patiently waiting...
My time has run out for debating...
You say you want me to fly?
Then a ticket youíll buy...
With due haste, and without
hesitating...

I can no longer wait in my prison...
And the time has arrived for decision...
My suitcase sits there,
by the door, on a chair...
Like my life,
in an empty condition...

Iím ready, Iím willing, Iím needing...
But donít ever think that Iím greedy...
Just send me enough,
for my ticket and stuff...
As a loan, not a gift...
yes, indeedy!

This isnít a joke, itís the real thing...
And for me, itís much more than a quick fling...
I will say my goodbye...
No, you wonít see me cry...
Notta joke....Wait....I just heard my phone ring...
It is you,
and...
Thank God, youíre not laughing!


No More Sweet Goodbyes

by

Sunnyone



Somewhere, up there, ahead in time,
there dawns a brand new day...
Itís waiting for the dreams weíve realized...
Together we have held onto the light,
thatís shown the way...
What lies ahead is ours alone,
with no more sweet goodbyes...

Though all goodbyes are sad,
the ones for lovers are the worst...
they happen fast and leave things incomplete...
We always crave a minute more,
to satisfy loveís thirst...
But time is cruel, and loveís goodbyes
are often bittersweet...

When love is bound by time and space,
an inch becomes a mile...
You took my hand, and guided me along...
You kept me near in times when I just cried,
like some lost child...
Made love to me in written word,
and soothed my heart with song...

And now I know the time weíve shared,
was always meant to be...
And somewhere up ahead, our future lies...
The day will dawn, when time apart
is just some memory...
Weíll wake up in each otherís arms,
with no more sweet goodbyes...


Dancing with a Cobra

by

Sunnyone


Oppression lurks in every room,
the unexpected thrives...
The one you thought you knew is now a stranger...
The eyes that once were soft and warm,
are now reptilian cold...
Youíre dancing with a cobra,
youíre in danger...

Sides are chosen, blame is laid,
so back and forth you sway...
While ego, hurt, then anger rise and surface...
What once was love, or so you thought,
morphs quickly into hate...
The dance begins...
Loveís cobra shows itís purpose...

Youíve no protector, nor can hide_
The cobra lies in wait_
Content to use the past, itís favorite weapon_
It breaks you down and spins you Ďround,
with constant lightening speed_
While everything familiar,
seems to threaten_

The cobra has a smiling face,
a smile that you once loved_
But something lurks, and now you see whatís wrong_
Reality has hit you,
and you sadly realize_
The cobra has been with you,
all along_

The end is reached, all music stops,
the cobra rises tall_
The path behind it strewn with lost romance_
In front of you, an open door_
You enter, then you shut_
Youíve saved your soul from falling prey,
within the cobraís dance_


Dancing with a Cobra

by

Sunnyone


Oppression lurks in every room,
the unexpected thrives...
The one you thought you knew is now a stranger...
The eyes that once were soft and warm,
are now reptilian cold...
Youíre dancing with a cobra,
youíre in danger...

Sides are chosen, blame is laid,
so back and forth you sway...
While ego, hurt, then anger rise and surface...
What once was love, or so you thought,
morphs quickly into hate...
The dance begins...
Loveís cobra shows itís purpose...

Youíve no protector, nor can hide_
The cobra lies in wait_
Content to use the past, itís favorite weapon_
It breaks you down and spins you Ďround,
with constant lightening speed_
While everything familiar,
seems to threaten_

The cobra has a smiling face,
a smile that you once loved_
But something lurks, and now you see whatís wrong_
Reality has hit you,
and you sadly realize_
The cobra has been with you,
all along_

The end is reached, all music stops,
the cobra rises tall_
The path behind it strewn with lost romance_
In front of you, an open door_
You enter, then you shut_
Youíve saved your soul from falling prey,
within the cobraís dance_


No Doubt

by

Sunnyone



Sometimes I donít write the words I know
youíd like to hear_
And sometimes I donít know what I should say_
I try to say whatís in my heart,
and make it all seem clear_
But sometimes love and need get in the way_

Circumstance has placed me in a room
without a door_
I close my eyes, and then I call your name_
A hole appears, the sun shines through,
where there was none before_
And melts away my sadness and my pain_

There is no doubt, in my mind_
Of the love I know Iíll find_
And Iím sorry if it ever seemed that way_
and when all our trials are through_
It will be just me and you_
For we were meant to be in love to stay_

For you, Iíd fly oíer mountains tall,
and over oceans wide_
My heart already waits there at your door_
And someday I know I will stand in love,
right by your side_
Thatís all I ask of life, and nothing more_

So, please forgive my clumsy words,
and know that they are true_
Words are all I have to use right now_
But someday, I will show my love_
Iíll give it all to you_
And make up for this emptiness somehow_

There is no doubt, in my mind_.
Of the life I know weíll find_
When up ahead the road is straight and clear_
And when the memories are all gone,
and we write a brand new song_
Our angels will be singing,
what we always knew weíd hear_