Dream Weaver

Dream Weaver

The lingering wind
sings me a poignant song.
The clouds go drifting by
weaving night time visions
of renewed tomorrows.
The babbling brook speaks
humming through
the silence old oaks
offering hope.
Mother Nature,
spins contentment over me.
Oh dream weaver
sing me a hopeful song,
a familiar lullaby of optimistic wishes.
Sent me firefly dreams
bright with luminous magic.
Let me see the stars
dancing through the night.
Dream weaver spin me
Illusions  from the
warm milky way.
Let me drift in the warmth
of your night time promises
sleeping under a blanket of wishes.
Let your soft tune float in my mind
until morning brings my sweet dreams
into the harmony of daylight.

If The Sky Was Made Of Paper

If the sky was made of paper
I would use the rainbows
to paint my love song to you.
In hues of sapphire and mauve
I would fill the cobalt sky
with my love words high and wide.
I would underline "I love you,"
with fluffy drifting clouds.
My declaration of love
would drift and speak to you,
feeding your senses with
my promises of forever.
When the sky turns indigo
I would rearrange the stars
to offer you a night time symphony
of shining glittering love.
All this and more I would do
if I could.
But this poem is all I have
to tell you that I love you
and want to be yours forever.

Uncovered

The greenish brown lawn
is filled with leaves.
Red, yellow and burnt orange
they cover the brownish lawn
with their splendour.
Suddenly the wind sweeps
uncovering the
white and blue starkness
of two small blue jays.
Motionless blackened wings spread
across the brown mud.
A orange tabby cat, howls
from the top of
the grayish white fence,
scolding me perhaps for
uncovering his half eaten supper.

(Won Gold for this..had to be lots of colour in the poem.)

Heaven Waits

Mama the stars are calling me.
An angel waits just beyond the clouds
Mama don’t you see her?
She wants me to come with her
but I am afraid you will be lonely
without me here to kiss and hug you.
Mama, she says God will be here for you
and my journey here is done.
I’ll miss you Mama, please don’t cry.
My angel is walking me home now.