A hug to send you on your way
a hand to hold throughout the day
a heart to be your guiding light
a tender kiss to say goodnight
little gifts to see you through
and little words like I love you
I followed Lucy in the sky and now I’m lost in inner space.
A lot of questions in my mind and now we just began the search
Misunderstood, bemused, forgotten. I want to know what happened then
Going deeper in the dark, went to the most ambiguous place
I saw a little child crying, he looked mournful in despair
With his eyes full of hatred, he said how come we never play.
I told him, I’ve been busy, but it won’t happen again.
So I grabbed his little hand and with him I flew away
This is another poem by my friend Cristhian. :)
truthfully speaking it IS getting cold over here & I’ll just wrap myself in the sunshine of yours and smile back.
Speaking of friends (see above), and several of my favorite people stopped by this morning with hearts and reblogs. Thank you all. Well so much for getting ready for work early, but it will still be there. Let’s all share a smile today, and remember, “There’s no crying in poetry”. I just made that up…or not. ;)
Love you all,
Thinking of you over my morning coffee
somewhere between a smile and a tear
I’m rhyming sunshine to send your way
it must be getting cold this time of year
A warrior, poet and damn good friend
onward even through the endless pain
this sunshine I send your way because
I know that angels never liked the rain
I oft cannot relate to either God or fate
or this suffering life can put us through
but please know that wherever you are
sunshine and love will ever be there too
I believe God puts the right people in your life at the right time, but I never would have dreamed He’d use the internet.
"Thank You Mike:) i really needed to hear that Today:)
Wow I just heard that song on my car radio recently…
I Guess this will be my goodnight poem
Goodnight my friends I’d love to play
but we sexy senior types need our rest
yet first there’s something I must say
I love you all because you’re the best
P.S. Thank you, and Joy isn’t that a beautiful song? Imagine, maybe one day we’ll all get there.
If you write sterile mathematical poetry
then my friend we’ve little to share
but write of love, hope, joy and sorrow
and I’ve all day, let’s take it there
My opinion this is but please don’t fret
it’s really not all that big of a deal
to write for you after all is all that matters
I just prefer art that makes me feel