Hall of Mosses

Wishing something

Could remain forever

Just a way

To pass the time

All the while

Eyes burn

With the realization

That you can't stay.

O, How the Wind Gossips

Oh, the laughter 

From the sea 

Brings joy to

You and me.

And the winds fly

From the east.

And it walks down

'Long the stream

Oh how the birds call!

Aha the clouds brawl!

Alas ye free.

The Power of Inner Magic

I know inside myself,

I have imagination,

And it sometimes come out,

Either in a good way,

Or it effects me deeply like wounds.

This is my power.

My inner power.

My power to be youthful,

Even though I'm getting older,

And my mind is starting to get narrow.

However,

The poems always remind me to be good,

And heart-full,

And to have fun.

Yet,

I still have to be cautious,

For it could hurt me in the end.

My friends also help with my power,

They give me ideas,

Energies,

Or fuel is what I say.

No,

They are not fuel,

They are more then that.

Special jewels,

Like diamonds and sapphires.

They are precious and need to be looked after,

For their shine can fade from within,

And die in my hands with sadness.

Sadly,

My inner power can't save them.

So I have to be careful with them,

And protect them with a gentle hand,

For they can fall and crush under my feet,

In-front of my eyes,

Between my fingers,

No longer in my life,

Or existing.

Gone forever.

So to all my friends,

You give me youth,

And I have pleasure for you to be near me,

And I take it with happiness,

And gentleness.

I'm always afraid of losing you all,

So please never forget me,

And may you live on and prosper.

The Universal Eye of Doom

Oh, traveling through the deep depths of space

A universal eye.

It watches down on everything

And spies.

There are many of these eyes

Like a whole society

And they don't really see

For they are blind.

Though they are blind

They see everything

For they are everything.

You just have to see it

In your universal mind.

The Cold Hard Shell of Pearls

The trees sing to me in whispers

Of the children waiting to be born

And the cold hard shell

Of pearls

Of the softly breathing

Flowers who just wish

To be spared the shivering

Sensation of crushed stems

And of the anchors thrown

Across the sea of peace

To stop it from moving

The trees tell me things they see

And stories that they hear

But the one I remember most

Was the tale of a girl

Who could speak to the trees.

What We Have Become

Take a bite

Let the energy

Of the sweet

Yet bitter

Fruits

Flow through

And it will sing you

Songs of courage

And immerse you

In bewilderment

At the people we

Have become

Over time.

Take the time

Drink the water

Slowly

Yet quickly

And know what

It tastes like

And it will tell you

Tales of equality

And immerse you

In bewilderment

At the people we

Have become

Over time.

The World at a Glance

Why we all wonder

How to explain

The world at a glance

But every time I see the clouds,

Picturesque, whether they be white or grey,

And I smile, thinking, wondering

Why they aren't treated equally

And why we aren't either.