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| THE WINDCHIME Here I hang suspended in midair. I am at the mercy of the wind my Master. Without him I am frozen, no purpose, just hanging in time, dead and lifeless. Pretty to look at but nothing of interest. And then he comes without warning. The wind my Master. He makes me to dance and sing. I have life again. Although I am still suspended and bound to this place, he has come to awaken me, summon me if you will to bring me some small token of joy. I am but his toy. But alas he has gone to soon leaving me, alone and lifeless, until his next fleeting fancy. And so I wait. I pray he will return soon and again I will awake. By: Dianne P. 10/12/00 |
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| To Sleep To Sleep Well to sleep, to sleep may you dream not of sheep, but of a time you found special filled with passions tender caresses, that consumed the air with all that was precious. The sites and the sound from that very moment so rare, were etched in your brain you had not a care. Except for the woman you took with your heart that night, she smelled so sweet as you held her tight. You brushed her check with a kiss so tender, then you looked into her eyes knowing soon she would surrender. Her body and soul to be bound with yours. A union of passion filled with love and trust, it consumed you so, that you will, you must, have that angelic creature so fair to the touch. With your head to your pillow, may your eyes now close, with the thoughts of the night so deeply imposed. To sleep, to sleep may you dream now of this, as we part my sweet love, for you I shall miss. Dianne P. 08/01/01 |
| I Miss you So, I Miss you much I miss you Dear so very much, I miss your caress that wonderful touch. Your hand to my cheek, my breast and beyond. I live for those days when we carry on, Those marvelous conversations and even some songs. I miss you so, I miss you much. At times you say you have to go And I hate those words as you well know. I hear that sigh and then I know, it must be that time for you have to go. I miss you so, I miss you much. I speak not of the body that you have touched, but of my soul and mind they hunger for such. The words you speak, they touch me deep, So much at times they make me weep. Yes it's time to go and so I fear, The loss of your touch upon my soul, it's far to real you just don't know. I miss you so, I miss you much. I am glad you found me, I am glad to be, This soul that has come to be touched by thee. I miss you so, I miss you much. I am ever grateful that we are and must, Be Forever friends that love to touch. Dianne P. 12/31/01 |
| Rambling Thoughts I fill my days with empty moments. Oh, at work I can be most productive. But when I enter my humble domain, I am but empty and feel so plain. Like a blank piece of paper, And I have no pen to place up on me, To Give me purpose, For my lonely existence has never been clear, What once held me back was nothing more than Fear. There are those that have many pens with awesome colors, Their pages all filled to over flowing, You can read them like an open book. Some strokes are strong and others weak, Their pages all filled so nice and neat. Mine on the other hand is blank and bleak. It makes me sad, Searching for what I seek. So on a journey I have traveled far and wide, I now find myself on the other side. With pens in hand I write upon my page, No longer is it blank as one cast�s a gaze. But instead placed upon them are strokes and such, They are now mine to have and to touch. They bring thoughts of purpose, In this time of my life, When I giggle and laugh without worry or strife. So as my life turns, one page at a time, You see that it doesn�t all have to rhythm. There are twists and turns, Both valley�s and peaks, They are about the choices I have made, And the things I choose to seek. My future looks bright, As I have now seen the light, I wonder no more, I know who I am. Curious but puzzled, I will continue my fight. To love each day just a little bit more, So that when my times over, I will know for sure. That in this life God gave to me, He had a purpose as you might see, For this little girl to have trust and faith, And love for the Lord who will always keep her Safe. By: Dianne P. 9/13/02 |
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