Magic
Disjointed thoughts, discolored dreams
Threads of magic in the seams
Fabric, bright and colors gay
To distant lands my thoughts do stray
Weaving strands of imagined bliss
My sanity is what I miss
Who has the key to this invisible door
Unlock my bonds forevermore
Upon a white horse he doth ride
Painted lilies at his side
Misty on the wetted moor
Moss upon its soft, cold floor
Thunder roaring in my ears
Brings memories of distant years
Invested deep into your life
Insanity became your wife
He takes my hand, this stranger here
Upon my cheek a crystal tear
Frozen on my cold, white face
Across my lips his finger traced
A trail of flame upon its wake
Deep, sharp breaths I start to take
Searing heat, melting ice
Impassioned pleas cried once then twice
Don't enter in my heart I cry
Loving him, I cannot try
Turn the key, re-lock the door
I don't believe in magic anymore
Sarah Monson, ©2003
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Icy Dragonfly
Breath in deep, the energy around you
Feel the clarity of things that will stay true
Shatter the shell that surrounds your heart and mind
Take in the beauty that is there for you to find
When I first met you I instinctively knew
Within your being is a soul that is true
You went on a journey with me by your side
We have shared much, we have laughed and we've cried
Be not afraid, your world is what you percieve
All that is there rests on what you believe
Outside your prison a world of wonder awaits you
Things yet to discover, things that are new
Life is not a question of why
Live in the moment, beautiful icy dragonfly
Feel the breeze as it ripples your wings
Fly oustide of your shell and follow your dreams
You may always feel fragile and that is alright
Dragonflies only need soft breeze for flight
Sarah Monson, ©2003
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Mother Nature
She breezes in on silent wings
A flutter in the night
To sing of ancient forgotten things
Lyrics in mid flight
Sweet and sad I hear her cry
Like whispers in the air
Sing her silent lullaby
Her story she will share
It has no rhyme, it has no reason
Just a touch of longing
Of things long gone and over now
Changing with the season
Brittle leaves and bitter breeze
Fills the air with scent
Whipping winds and whistling through
The trees as if hell bent
Soon the flurries turn to flakes
And build upon the hills
Icy wind and bitter chills
Life's energy, it takes
Until Mother Nature's song is heard
Her silent lullaby
Whistling her melody
Throught the breeze she flies
Her silent spoken words
Breathing life into the earth
Whispering of new life
New hope of life's new birth
Sarah Monson, ©2003
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Beacons
In the distance, thunder roars
The small ship upon the waves
Called attention to the oars
The situation became grave
Shining beacons of light call
To those lost in the night
Lest the sailors ships do fall
They shine a brilliant light
But the beacon's light was growing weak
And ever so it went
Almost dim enough to fail
For those its light was sent
Drawing close as if to flame
They flew as if drawn there
Circling ever closer came
Their light they stayed to share
With the wind the angels go
To make the beacon bright
Just in time the angels glow
Brightened up the night
With the light the angels brought
The beacon shined once more
The sailors could see what they sought
And sailed safely to the shore
Back to the skies the angels flew
For their job here was done
They had other work to do
It was time to light the sun
Sarah Monson, ©2003
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Inner Peace
Breathing deep, to clear my mind
My inner strength, the goal, to find
In my eyes, shimmering pools of green
Windows to the soul are seen
On this journey I will go
Into a place, I alone will know
I feel a power and gain insight
I discover the strength I need for flight
A light within my soul and mind
Beauty, as spirit and body align
Physical becomes the illusion
As I rid myself of all confusion
I find the freedom of inner peace
As bonds once held me are now released
An open mind an open soul
Will always lead you to your goal
So take that step and have no fear
You will see for yourself, your path is clear
Sarah Monson, ©2003
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Tweening
lyrical laughter inside a song
crystal notes that linger on
words that hold that special touch
melodies go on as such
inside a flame a candle burns
inside a sphere a wheel turns
flying high while lying low
dreams goes on as it is so
it doesnt always make much sense
sometimes ruled by circumstance
fate doesnt always lend her hand
simple things may seem so grand
tiny thoughts encompass dreams
reality is not what it seems
illusions fade into the night
dreams soon lost from invisible sight
awaken into a watery dawn
stars blink out until they're gone
reality stays until twilight
and slip back off into the night
close your eyes and slip back under
to magical landscapes inside your slumber
Sarah Monson, ©2003
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