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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, I’d fly to you, if there were but a way...
I’d swim the oceans wide to you, and do it in a day...
Across the highes peaks, I’d 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 don’t know if you are aware that my heart won’t play games...
I’m 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, I’d fly to you today...

Chasin’ 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_
That’s the only way we seem to learn_

But some of us aren’t 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 hurt’s the only thing of which we’re sure_

We’ve all done, to some degree, the things I’m writing of_
None of us are pure as driven snow_
In matters of the heart and those that all point back to love_
Here’s something to be learned,
that you should know_

Don’t go chasin’ demons down the dark side of the street!
Life is way too short to borrow trouble_
But, if you do, don’t 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 that’s 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 that’s gained_

So, here I stand alone,
my humble heart within my hand_
I know you’re out there watching,
as I speak_
And all this love I offer you,
will help you understand_
That heart to heart’s 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 it’s door,
and let my heart come in_
And keep my love_
Forever_
Won’t 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"_
I’d sell my soul right now to have you near_

I’m desperately in love with you_
There’s 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 don’t 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_
You’d find the love I keep inside_
It’s too much love for me to hide_
It’s 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 day’s journey_

I lie here, wondering,
why my path always takes me
to love’s danger zone_
Why must I feel the desperate urge
to fling myself over the edge of security,
into the black abyss
of new love’s 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_
It’s 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_
It’s 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 I’ll let our love
be swept away_
Against all odds, we’ve built a bridge,
to span the oceans deep_
To join our hearts in lover’s song,
our melody to keep_

No angry words, nor hateful deeds,
will break the binding tie_
I love you as in ancient times,
and ‘til the day I die_
Forever joined_in many lives,
we’ve 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 I’ve 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_
It’s icy, wet fingers leave behind droplets on everything
it touches_
Nothing is left undisturbed_
It violates every life form in it’s path_
The air is eerily still, but the fog moves on, of it’s own accord,
picking up and devouring smoke from a hundred woodburners
along it’s 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 Nature’s 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 dawn’s light,
while the fog gathers it’s 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 Nature’s 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 it’s 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_
We’re looking through each others loving eyes_

Gentle are the breezes stirred by tender hands of Fate_
Peaceful hearts, and loving eyes all say it’s not too late_
I believe that miracles and dreams can still come true_
and someday__.I believe__I’ll 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 Kindom’s 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_

‘Twas a gentle lullabye he’d 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 witch’s 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 you’re 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_there’s more of truth than myth_
in this dragon ‘folk-lair’_

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 man’s ancient symbol_
For stableness, light, and true love_
When man lifts his head to the stars twinkling bright,
There’s 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 can’t we just stop all the massive destruction,
Save the earth and just leave it alone?

Oh, Moon, do I see what I’m 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____.you’ve been there through all time_.

Here’s 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 it’s face!!!

Legend of the Scottish Prince

by

Sunnyone


Within the castle walls the Princess sleeps..._
The castle’s 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 castle’s 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...
He’ll 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 Scotland’s fiercest clan...
He’d 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
it’s tracks...
So pulled his pipes down off his stallion’s 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 piper’s song)...
So as he blew, he knew it wouldn’t 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 everyone’s delight!!

The handsome Prince drew near the castle gate...
He knew the maiden waiting there was his by gift of fate...
He’d 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 Prince’s very soul...

They lived for many years upon the knoll...
and all their children’s 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, it’s an obsession to me_
Perfection’s the goal_Slowly take aim_
With nary a thought for it’s 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 I’m on!

Line up the frames_make it look right_
Sometimes I feel like I’m losing the fight_
Never give up_quitters don’t win_
My site represents real-life battle I’m in_

This site on the web_it just has to be_
All kept up and running, it’s 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, I’m on a beach_
Someplace where the snow can’t 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 life’s 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 nothing’s 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 it’s course_
They know the power that’s held within, and see it’s raging force_
Destruction in denial looms upon each morning’s 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_
You’ll never be locked out_
Of my life you’re 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_
I’ve 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 you’ll see,
and maybe then you’ll 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 can’t give_
You and I belong_
We’ve 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 don’t 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 don’t 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 can’t 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_
Today’s a perfect day to fall in love!

It’s Saturday, a perfect day to rest_
Just hangin’ out around the house, your cozy little nest_
Watch tv and eat some ‘Smores_
Take a day to skip the chores_
Give yourself a simple carefree day_
Today’s a perfect day_so let it stay!

Twilight shadows creeping ‘round the yard_
Daytime sun’s 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 can’t 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_

I’ll be with you, now and beyond_
Two hearts entwined_eternal bond_
So_just to know you love me is enough_
And someday when it’s 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 we’ll 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_

Passion’s 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_

I’m 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 lover’s eyes, they’re meant_

And as I wait on grassy knoll.
I smell a fragrance sweet_
It’s 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_

You’re standing at the garden gate_
I’m 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 I’ve 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 Passion’s 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 ocean’s 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 it’s last gulp of
light, in anticipation of the rising globe it claims
as it’s 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


There’s 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 there’s many addicted to black...
No matter your preference, that first sip of coffee is heaven...
We know that’s 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,
You’re 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 can’t 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 I’m 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_
I’m not quite sure where I should start_
These feelings have me shaken and confused_
You seem to know what’s best_
And you’ve discarded all the rest_
Play well, my heart_we can’t afford to lose!

It Just Depends

by

Sunnyone


Desire is fire...
it’s 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 can’t begin, never ends...
But fate points her finger,
and all on desire depends...

Temptation runs rampid...
You’re out of control in your need...
Your dreams in the night leave you hungry,
with no way to feed...
You’ve 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...
It’s flame licks your senses,
and melts down your tough self-control...
And when you think you’ve 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 if’s" that aren’t 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 can’t 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 it’s God’s 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_
It’s 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



I’ve told myself there’s 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 didn’t know_
They took away the right I had, to choose_
And left my heart with nothin’ but the blues_

It’s just water under the bridge,
so I told my aching heart_
Sometimes the flood gates open wide,
when I let the teardrops start_
I’m 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_
What’s gone and done, I’d like to keep that way_
But still, I find myself with extra words,
I need to say_
So, if it’s thought my words are lies,
a closer look shows no disguise_
The truth is shining bright on Memory Ridge_
And dancing off that water ‘neath the bridge_

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

Cabin Fever

by

Sunnyone


Winter’s 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 I’ve 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 tv’s remote control...
It takes me to a beach where
no one there looks very cold...
We watch the tube...a marvelous deceiver...
Man’s 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 it’s done before...

She’s 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
she’s taken from your fingertips...

Her passions mounts, and now she knows,
that she can’t lie in wait for you much longer...
There’s footsteps in the hall,
coming her way, and now they’re 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 don’t see, or want to know...
You climb in bed, roll over,
you don’t 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 love’s rainbow

by

Sunnyone


Over the mountains lies Paradise...
A place where a true love should be...
The path to it starts up at Heaven’s edge,
where we’ll ride a rainbow for free...

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

The warm winds are guiding, they’re 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


I’m offering my heart,
please hold it gently in your hand...
It’s all I have to give,
and only heeds your love’s command...
It’s 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,
you’ll also hear me say:
That you will ever own my heart...
There may be times we’re far apart...
No matter if the sands of time may sift...
You’ll 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 it’s 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_I’d find_

It stayed with me in fitful dreams
and whispered me awake, at dawn’s 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 Nature’s 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_
I’ve seen the "do you love me?" ‘s 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 lover’s 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 needn’t reach across the skies_
And also, if by fate, we get the chance to gaze
into each other’s eyes_
I’ll know for all eternity that you and I have
passed this way before_
But now, I’ll reach my hand to you, and wait_
for you to touch me,
just once more_

Flakey White Stuff

by

Sunnyone


What’s this I see, falling down from the grey-black sky?
It’s 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 fall’s 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 can’t stop her!
Not yet, we can’t_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 it’s 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 Don’t Know Me

by

Sunnyone



You don’t know me_I’m a fan_
I take your thoughts inside my head,
and devour them like sweet pieces of ambrosia_
Savoring each meaning,
until I’ve 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 don’t know me_

No, you don’t 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 other’s souls and hearts,
but how could that be?
You don’t know me_

You don’t 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 don’t 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,
it’s time to stir dem bones up,
once again!

They’re stuck away,
behind the door_
(When we don’t 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 we’re both armed,
while breaking both our hearts_

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

Beyond Forever

by

Sunnyone


In time beyond forever,
I’ll 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, I’ll 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 we’ll share our worlds,
as time unfolds_
In time beyond forever,
my love will be_
And there, someday,
you’ll 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_
I’ll 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 what’s right,
and not what’s wrong_
I’ll 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_
I’ll keep you here inside me,
until then_

Me and Mr. Blue

by

Sunnyone


Who’s 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 I’ll
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 ne’er 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 don’t know where you are_
You left my life so many years ago_
I’ve searched both near and far_
So many things that I would like to know_

I still can see your face_
The smile I didn’t know would be my last_
You left without a trace_
And part of me can’t let go of the past_

The years are slipping by_
It’s been so long that we have been apart..
And I just don’t know why_
You ran away, you broke this mother’s heart_

But I’ve 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 don’t compare_
To knowing that you’re safe and doing well_
And in this mother’s heart_
Each day that’s spent not knowing is pure Hell_

Please_if you read these lines_
I hope you’ll 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,
we’ll live, we’ll love, and how we’ll laugh_
But I’ll still love you,
in Your Photograph_

It’s just a piece of glossy paper,
measuring eight by ten_
It came from miles away,
and it is dated: "don’t know when"_
That doesn’t 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 won’t go my way_
Your Photograph,
is in my life to stay_

And now I’m 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 that’s in my life_

Old habits can be broken,
same is true for older hearts_
I know I need to give you up,
but don’t know where to start_
I stare into Your Photograph,
I’ve cherished, through the years_
And now your smile is stained,
by lonely tears_

Today, I put Your Photograph away,
so I can’t see_
The face I’ve come to love,
that takes the breath away from me_
Then someday, when my soul has healed,
and doesn’t hurt to laugh_
I’ll gaze once more,
upon Your Photograph_

All I ask from you is Time

by

Sunnyone


Don’t buy me presents...
Don’t pay my bills...
Don’t think your money
can pay for your thrills...
Yes, I am wanting,
but I will be fine...
You ask what’s my pleasure?
it’s 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 it’s dice in a game...

So, give me a minute...
an hour or two...
Give it to me, and I’ll
share it with you...
I’m here, and I’m waiting,
it’s 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 can’t control which empty room
that she will choose,
or what therein she’ll 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,
they’re soft and cherry red...
Her fantasies are pulling her into a favorite dream,
within her head...
She’s at the point where she still has
the power to choose to leave,
or should she stay?
Her dream is calling...now she’s 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 there’s but one element she needs,
to make this perfect dream complete...
She knows that if she slowly turns,
she’ll face the one she has wished so hard
to meet...
And though, in life, they’re strangers to each other,
and the odds against are great...
Within her dream, they’ll 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 who’s 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 isn’t all that long...
And then one day we know
our time is through...
Love lives beyond tomorrow,
if it’s 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 it’s possession of our lives,
that we define...
We choose the hours,
plan the days...
While knowing time will have it’s 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 it’s 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 wouldn’t be enough of me,
to keep on keeping on...
I know all this, but I can’t quit...
I see the futile depths of it...
But, still...
I’m 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 love’s 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 can’t let go...
It’s futile that I try...
My lips shall never say the words...
"Goodbye"

The Jelly Bean Conspiracy

by

Sunnyone

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

( I’ve 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 they’ll have me,
at the checkout stand...
Look around...all I see...
Is a great conspiracy...
Jelly beans...
looks like this thing was planned!

( I’m checking out )
I can’t stand anymore...
l’m addicted...where’s the door?
And why are all these beans here,
anyway?
It’s a joke...it’s pathetic...
Can’t eat just one...I’m diabetic...
But I know I ate my share...
in younger days...

( Still got the blues )
I can leave...I’m all through...
To myself...I’ve been true...
But wait!...something is calling
out to me...
Jelly beans...rainbow hues...
One bag left...and I can’t lose...
For every bean inside is
‘sugar-free’!

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Oceans Wide and Mountains Tall

by

Sunnyone



Please don’t be long_
I don’t know if I can stand the wait_
Just thinking of the love that we could make,
Brings a lonely teardrop to my eye_

I’m holding on_
All I have are letters on the screen_
Sometimes I wonder if it’s 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 there’s got to be a reason why...
We met, I fell, now I can’t say goodbye...
And neither one of us are free to leave...

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

I’d sell my soul to be with you...
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do...
My heart cries out to answer when you call...
And if you call me, I will try,
to spread my wings...to you I’ll fly...
Across the oceans wide, and mountains tall...

What I See

by

Sunnyone



You said you would always care,
it didn’t 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 who’ll love me to the end,
and who’ll 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 I’ve 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 we’re 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 she’ll 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...
She’s 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...
It’s 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 it’s time to dance...

It’s 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...
It’s time to dance...

The music plays...she’s not afraid,
if others see she’s dancing out of time...
For it’s 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...
It’s time to dance...

The dance will last forever now...
Her memories will never ever die...
Throughout this life into the next,
she’ll never need to ask the question: "Why?"...
She wrote her song from deep within her heart, her life...
It wasn’t 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 you’d 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 heart’s now yours...so you might not know,
that I tried to run...it won’t 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...
She’s 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...
It’s 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 it’s time to dance...

It’s 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...
It’s time to dance...

The music plays...she’s not afraid,
if others see she’s dancing out of time...
For it’s 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...
It’s time to dance...

The dance will last forever now...
Her memories will never ever die...
Throughout this life into the next,
she’ll never need to ask the question: "Why?"...
She wrote her song from deep within her heart, her life...
It wasn’t 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 you’d 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 heart’s now yours...so you might not know,
that I tried to run...it won’t 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 didn’t know,
which words to say...
I thought I said the perfect thing,
maybe you just didn’t hear...
After a while...your smile will dry my tears...

After a while...I won’t feel so alone...
Living days without your love,
hurts worse than I could have known...
Everything has turned to black,
and I can’t find my way...
After a while...your love will light my day...

After awhile...I’ll hear you call my name...
But something new will echo there,
it won’t sound quite the same...
You’ll realize you love me, too,
and take me to your heart...
Then after awhile...we’ll 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 I’ve 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...
I’ve 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...that’s what she does...
And shall until she’s 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
I’ve hidden from all view...
You’ve 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 you’ve taken me to worlds
beyond both Jupiter and Mars...
We’ve 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 who’s 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 can’t be done...
you have already fallen,
and that can’t be undone...

To be in love...
is to see a sky full of rainbows,
without the rain...
To hear a bird’s 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 wasn’t through...
I didn’t get an answer,
not a single word from you....
With hours passed, frustration mounts,
the day will seem too long...
And all I’ve thought about is just
one click, and you were gone...

The awful part is I don’t know
if it was what you chose...
Or maybe it was in the lines,
sometimes that’s how it goes...
But my poor heart is hurt,
no matter where it all went wrong...
it didn’t need rejection with that click,
and see you gone!

I guess I’ll have to find some other
friends to ICQ...
Then I won’t sit here, all alone,
and wait so long for you...
You’ve shown me our relationship was
much more off than on...
The next time that you message me,
I’ll click, and you’ll be gone!

Where Are You?

by

Sunnyone



You said that you would be there...
about a zillion times since we’ve 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 wouldn’t nag,
wouldn’t yell...I would just...be there...

Now I need you...
You’re 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 it’s 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 won’t 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 needn’t 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...
Writer’s 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 night’s 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 writer’s 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 I’ll 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 you’ll always be a part...

And now I know I can’t and won’t refuse you...
I pray to stars above I never lose you...
It seems much longer we’ve been one...
In truth when all is said and done,
our love is something more,
than what it seems...
When suddenly I wake...
You’re 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 lover’s 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...
There’ll always be a question,
in your eyes...
And even though what’s gone before,
has gone away...
When trust is gone,
there’s 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
love’s sweet glow...
When trust is gone,
there’s no place love can grow...

When trust is gone,
you live within an empty shell...
You’ve 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 you’ve 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...

There’s always a question, there’s always the pain...
There’s 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...

They’re 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 wouldn’t 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 man’s 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,
she’s ever had...
There have been times when good was overshadowed,
by the bad...
The lessons learned came hard and fast,
and not forgotten yet...
She’s older now, but still a gypsy,
on the Internet...

She’s 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, she’s not the same,
as she once was, but yet...
She’s still a gypsy, traveling down the road,
called Internet...

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

That road’s her only passage now,
but all within it lies...
It’s 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 she’s traveling,
down the Internet...

Some say that gypsies go alone,
but that’s not always true...
So, if you have a gypsy heart,
she’ll share her road with you...
A road of many passions,
once you feel, you won’t 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 I’d cry...
You knew I’d 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 can’t hide the bitter truth...
I’ll feel this way until the day
there’s 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 I’ll be done,
and there’ll 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...
There’s nothing to object...
What’s known becomes what’s 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 can’t we see each other?
Why do we pay attention to some,
and look right through the rest?
Who decides which ones of us are ‘Transparent’?

Are your eyes really open?
Can you focus on the close-up?
Set your eyes for ‘Anti-Transparent’!
Then look at life’s 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?
It’s a last-ditch effort to stop the gnawing of her starvation...

You may say you don’t know these people...
You’re right! You’ve never seen them before...
but they were here all along...
The homeless, the old, the hungry...
Right under your nose...
But they were ‘Transparent’... But wait...
Could it be that ‘You’ are ‘Transparent?
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 aren’t really to blame...
This is a world society of overlooking the obvious...
In this society, there exists ‘Transparent’ 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 we’re empty...we can’t fool ourselves...
We know there’s something missing...
We know our souls are lacking...
We have become...
‘Transparent’...

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 what’s free...
Some are contrary --> But I’m simply me...

You’ll Not Be There

by

Sunnyone


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

I’ll 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 someday’s memories,
in the air...
But nothing stirs except the tears,
that fall inside of me...
They fall, because I know...
You’ll not be there...

You’ll not be there to share the days,
I thought would be forever...
You’ll not be there to touch,
when shadows fall...
In truth, I know it’s fantasy...
As lovers, we were never...
Though never is a long, long time,
you’ll 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 don’t include the face)...
Is because there’s not one chance in hell,
of meeting!

Someday I’d love to meet,
whoever named it "Chat"...
Isn’t that what ladies do at tea?
No wonder that humanity is in the place it’s at...
The only place we touch,
is:
on the screen...

Please don’t get me wrong...
I’m fond of these machines...
They’ve proved to be some very useful tools...
By man’s own hand,
without a thought...he brought them into being...
Not knowing they’d end up,
in hands of fools...

And fools we often are...
As hunters on the net...
Of every vice and greed that’s 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 that’s real...
But that’s a rare exception,
at it’s best...
More is the case of "click--->you’re gone"...
Who cares how someone feels...
It puts the human spirit to the test...

It’s only my opinion,,,
I’ve pondered at some length...
And felt this subject worthy of debate...
I had the urge to write,
about our finest human strength...
Though cyber’s fine...real life’s devine...
When two communicate!!!!!!

Tomorrow Morning’s 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 man’s 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.
That’s the one feature we all have in common...
Uncertainty.
Not one of us have a clue as to life’s 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?
I’ve always known that love should be
the way you make me feel...
If I’m dreaming,
don’t wake me yet...
Just let me linger in your arms,
so I will not forget...

For in your eyes, I see the one I’ve prayed
would come along...
You took my waiting heart,
and filled it