LOVE 2005 AD

I will turn it to a pipeline,

Not a bucket of mere rhyme.

Soon it will be overflowing;

Others too, in pools, will bathe,

Or they'll walk the streets of gold built

From the nuggets they all save

And they'll be such special nuggets,

Gems of truth exposed in deed,

Everyone of them is planted;

Each in turn will bear new seed.

Build a dream,yes, build a mountain,

Reaching ever to the sky,

Where the birds fly or the sunbeams.

You can reach eternal high.

6. Splendor

Splendor, as in the morning sunrise;

The sun awakening,

Radiating beams into the hollows of the clouds

Waiting to embrace them.

Splendor, as in the wintery morning;

Sentinels of frozen mist,

Rising above the icy waters of the lake

Lined up as waves, row by row.

Splendor, as in the diamonds

Twinkling in the dew

Of freshly fallen rain on a spider web

Weighed down by water droplets.

Splendor, as in the light;

Sparkling in a child's eyes

As he or she reaches for someone who

Is already known and loved.

Splendor, as in the totality of life

Reflected in the blossoming of a rose

Unfolding in its glory,

To the noonday sun.

Splendor, as in the fullness of love,

Its expression so explicit, so implicit,

In the divine

Fully portrayed in man.

7. Love, In Its Anthem

Love, in its anthem, eternal refrain,

Wafting on winds and waves ever again.

Drifting through hist'ry, like snow piling high,

Rising to new heights beyond just mere sky.

Speaks to the heart of man, not just a word,

Opens the eye to see rainbow unheard.

Raises the hope of each eternal joy,

Searching for new ways, as love to employ.

Truth bounding forth like a new lamb in spring,

Echoes in time with each song that we sing.

Tenders the heart of man, renders the soul;

Helpless surrender to love in control.

Say, can you hear it, the anthem again?

Say, can you sing it, eternal refrain?

Oh, do you feel it now, or can you see

What love as an anthem would have you be?

8. Write Me A Windsong

Write me a windsong, eternal in time,

Write it in metres, write it in rhyme.

Write me a windsong that would live on,

Just as the sunset gives way to the dawn.

Write me a windsong just like a breeze,

Laughing and dancing, daring to tease.

Write me a windsong, one I can sing,

One that is special, new joy can bring.

Write me a windsong, that floats on the waves,

And gurgles like brooks as new freedom braves.

Write me a windsong, soft like a sigh,

Swift as an seagull winging it high.

Write me a windsong touching my soul,

Baring the depth of eternity whole.

Write me a windsong, full of true love,

As if by God's pen, sent from above.

9. If Passions Tears

If passion's tears would end the plight

Of fear and terror, horror's flight,

Then floods of grief could then suffice,

If not just once, then maybe twice.

But passion's tears can't mend the tear,

In fact, 'twill render greater there,

The rift, the cleft, within the rock

Upholding pathways where we walk.

Must we not have a ladder higher

Than human passion and desire,

To climb beyond the pit of grief,

To heights of hope and true relief?

In passion's tears, we'll float away

Or sail off to a better day,

Where love intact fore'er supreme,

Enhances life with all its dream.

So savor not the shallow end

And seek on further, past the bend

Of river's stream and gentle flow

Where destiny would have you go.

10. On Truth

If your currency be that of truth,

Then we can negotiate peace.

If your currency is anything other than truth,

It is impossible to negotiate any kind of peace.

Peace is of the realm of truth;

True currency is also of the realm of truth.

May we negotiate peace as love

In its highest expression

Would negotiate peace,

That is in terms of the currency of truth?

11. If I Walk

If I walk in the footsteps where someone else has trod,

I may never really find my own path,

And touched by the fury of the master storms in life,

Bear the agony of their aftermath.

If I seek to learn and to walk in the direction

That I know my own real destiny lies,

Then I am absolutely certain and convinced that

What I'll find is my true eternal ties.

My feet can't fit into the shoes of any strangers

And nor would I want to wear their old shoes,

For if I would try to walk on their eternal path

There is so much I find that I might lose,

My own sense of direction and my own peace of mind,

The integrity with which I was born.

While for some the seemed loss of another soul's pathway

Might seem a legitimate cause to mourn,

For me it's not a reason for sorrow or to weep

Because of one thing I am very sure,

And that is with Love as my sole direction in life,

Here my entire future lies secure.