A Dr. Seuss Christmas!

Falling, glittering snowy white
Blankets the world with beauty bright
Creating a peaceful quiet sight.

The fake tree that will never die
Over the stacks of presents Presides
Wrapped and piled oh, so high.

Then through the door with a crash
Cousins, Aunts, and Uncles dash
Adding their gifts to the enormous stash.

Merry Christmases, hellos, and hardy hugs
Fly about like so many bugs
And cider is passed out in Christmas mugs.

Dinner of stuffing and gravy is served
The light hearted mood by laughter preserved
As Christmas traditions are once more observed.

Then dessert of pumpkin pie
Is offered out in the wink of an eye
And greeted with an appreciative sigh.

And now to all it must be shown
How in our music we have grown
Before adults to presents condone.

The kids perform with skill and style
No one can resist a smile
Though the program sure does take a while.

Then finally they give the word
And though it may seem quite absurd
My memory seems to be somewhat blurred.

Where piles of gifts once lay wrapped
Lies paper in shredded torn up scraps
And somehow presents are in our laps.

Then off to bed with the younger ones
All cousins, daughters and yes, the sons
It's time to make the sticky buns.

For in the morning all too soon
Though I won't be up till well past noon
Breakfast must not be eaten, with a spoon!

What does my heart say?

Poised upon the edge
Of what I do not know.
Still learning how to stand
After a lethal blow.

While I am truly happy
I feel a hole inside
Something of me is missing.
Something doesn't coincide.

I need a certain something
But how am I to get this
When I know not what it is
Nor even what I miss?

Is there a hidden way
That I might soon discover
What part of me is empty
It's secret to uncover?

Is there something crying
From deep down inside
That knows all about me
When my intellect is blind?

I think that just perhaps
My heart might maybe may
See things my eyes cannot
Could I learn what it might say?

Live!

Look up,
Lift up your eyes and see.
There's a big world out there,
Big enough to fly free.

Look up,
Lift your head.
You can run and smile and laugh,
Your feet are no longer made of lead.

Look up,
At the beauty around you!
All of nature is singing,
And the sky is oh so blue!

Look up,
Feel the sunshine on your face
It's warmth upon your back,
As you dance through time and space.

Look up,
At the Mountains
Shrouded in wispy wonder
As raindrops fall in fountains.

Look up,
At the stars
Wheeling through the night
Burning away your ugly scars.

Look up,
And Live!

Sing Me to Heaven

I didn't actually compose this one. Jane Griner did, and Daniel E. Gawthrop set it for choir. We're singing it in I Cantori right now, and it's so beautiful that I had to put it up.

In my Heart's sequestered chambers
Lie truths stripped of poet's gloss.
Words alone are vain and vacant
And my heart is mute.

In response to aching silence
Memory summons half-heard voices,
And my soul finds primal eloquence
And wraps me in song.

If you would comfort me,
Sing me a lullaby.
If you would win my heart,
Sing me a love song.
If you would mourn me
And bring me to God,
Sing me a requiem,
Sing me to heaven.

Touch in me
All love and passion,
Pain and pleasure.
Touch in me
Grief and comfort;
Love and passion,
Pain and pleasure.

Sing me a lullaby,
A love song,
A requiem.

Love me,
Comfort me,
Bring me to God.

Sing me a love song,
Sing me to heaven.

Boston in the Fall

This one has been forming in my head since I went home for break a couple of weeks ago. It's still a work in progress, but it deserved to be written.

This morning on my window
An icy work of art
Jacks frosty calling card
Yet by the sun unmarred.

There's a crispness in the air
As I leave the house this morning
There is ice upon the lake
As only cold can make.

The leaves upon the trees
A burgeoning raging fire
Orange, Yellow, flaming red
Beautiful though almost dead.

I love this time of year
When Boston's at its best
The frost, the leaves, the wintry chill
Fall gives my soul a happy thrill.

Now I'm back at school in southern Tennessee.
Yet deep within this warm and sunny place
I still hear the forests burning call,
And wish I were in Boston, in the Fall.

Is There Still Love?

On their first day of school
Two children met
A meeting she will never forget
The beginning.

In a little red play house
Two children were "married"
A memory she has always carried
Child's love.

A huge shiny ring
With a bright blue stone
Now you'll never be alone.
A child's promise.

A wooden race car
A stolen kiss
One summer of purest bliss.
Gone.

The years drift by
Some go others stay
To themselves they say
Do they think of me?

Another summer
A dance on a hill
Darkness not the cause of her thrill.
Goodbye.

A proclamation of love
Met with another
Why so far away from each other?
Unfulfilled.

Crushed by fate
Two young adults
Tired of endless somersaults
Return.

A young woman
With a promise ready
A young man calm and steady.
Is there still love?

Life Music

The strands that form my life
Tangle and mesh together,
Like many floating melodies
Combined into polyphony.

Sometimes in discordant strife
My beings inner weather
My souls song accompanies;
Modulating, becoming atonality.

The music is full of joy
Yet somehow melancholy.
Soaring in its crescendo,
Yet crying in its beauty.

And through some tricky ploy,
Some long forgotten folly,
The musics decrescendo
Comes from others cruelty.

Eyes I thought I had forgotten

Dusk descends on the world
Shadows collect in the corners
The night is coming on
The streets are filled with mourners.

Nobody told me about this
How me it would dishearten
Things unbidden come to mind.
Eyes I thought I had forgotten.

How can he still make me cry
When he is so very far away?
Why can't I just let him go?
Why are my feelings on display?

He made his choice
And whatever his reason
Against my heart
He meant no treason.

Yet every time I think
That I am over him
The feelings all come flooding back
Refusing to become dim.

Each day is touch and go.
Some happy and some not.
I try to forget him in every way.
But find that I cannot.

Trying, Breaking, Fighting, Healing.

Trying
to be just a friend
Finding
it's not so bad
Finding
it's absolutely terrible
Trying
And failing.

Breaking
What little my heart can mend
Finding
I still love that tall blond lad
Finding
that love unbearable
Breaking
mind unveiling.

Knowing
I've no right to love
Unable
To make it stop
Unable
to forget
Knowing
and powerless.

Fighting
Rationality and her shove
Unable
to make the swap
Unable
to sing solo from duet
Fighting
the sense of the aimless.

Wanting
to be rational
Thinking
I haven't got the right
Thinking
I shouldn't feel this way
Wanting
to move on.

Understanding
this is transitional
Thinking
that night after night
Thinking
that day after day
Understanding
that he is gone.

Learning
from this trial
Living
joy and sorrow combined
Living
with other kinds of help
Learning
to be happy.

Healing
finding I can smile
Living
in a world full of sunshine
Living
for myself
Healing
I am happy.

My Song

Darkness tarnishes
The brightness of my song
As me it slowly banishes
From where I now belong.

No one said I'd be lonely
By my friends surrounded
But I've lost my one and only
My song has been confounded.

Is there nothing I can do?
Will my song now shadowed be.
My defenses toppled by this coup
A rubble for the world to see.

Now black night descends
And my song becomes an agony
As darkness with my music blends
I know that I am staggering.

But night is darkest before the dawn
And surly that is soon
And so my song will struggle on
As disappears the moon.

Done Trying. No More Searching.

I finally have my answer
Though it's not what I wished for.
Does it really matter?
He gently closed that door.

Is it really possible,
That this is for the best?
Though it may well be
It gives my heart no rest.

I'll admit that I've been hurt,
But not because he lied.
And though it is in secret,
My eyes show how I've cried.

No, he didn't lie
He always told the truth
Any brokenness is my fault
I could not be aloof.

I feel towards him no anger
As some may think I should
For I've searched within my soul
And found I never could

So now I must move on
But hear me when I say;
There will be no more searching
I stopped trying on this day.

Gloria!

I dream of many things
Of pretty summer dresses
Of bright sunshiny days
And gentle loving caresses

Like every young woman
I have girlish dreams
Of starlit walks and romance
But there’s more than may be seen.

I have visions of flying
Throughout the galaxies
With powerfully beating wings
Surely not mere fantasies?

But that isn’t all
Not enough my feathered wings
To open up my heart
And with the Angels sing.

Yes, to raise my voice on high
With the glittering angelic host
To sing Holy, holy, holy,
This I wish for most.

To feel that joy within
Pour out as I am winging
Across the starry skies
And with the Angels singing!

Fearfully and Wonderfully Made

As children
Our minds are captivated
By childish happiness
And carefree foolishness

But soon things become different
Become more complicated
Before we realize or know
We begin to change and grow

The toys the sand castles the games
That once fulfilled our dreams
Are no longer what we adore
We reach and grasp for more

By knowledge’s seductive flames
We're reduced to raving fiends
We build machines of terror
Not sandy castles fairer.

Why this need for destruction?
Why can’t we live and love?
How have we become so twisted?
Surely know one really wished it?

In dire need of instruction
We cry out to our God
Why do our souls fade?
Truly, we are fearfully and wonderfully made.

From My Sanctum

Tentatively I peek around
The puffy floating white
Leave the safety of my clouds
To see what lies beyond.

For many months I’ve dreamed
Of places new and fair
So far off they have seemed
But closer they appear.

I will leave my wispy sanctum
My loft among the clouds
And so employ my stratagem
And wish with all I am.

What is it I wish to dare?
To clothe myself in moonbeams
And hang starlight in my hair
This is life worth living.

This I solemnly do vow
To live like there is no tomorrow
To be only in the now
And claim my souls freedom!

Sunrise Symphony

Pale fingers of light
Pierce the velvet sky
The strings begin to tune
All is quiet in a sigh.

A pinkening on the horizion
The conductor lifts his hands
A lightening of the air
The awe sunrise commands.

And then we see a glimmer
Along the far off mountains
The cellos start to play
Cascading notes in fountains.

As the sun climbs higher
A crescendo of light and sound
Rises to meet the morning
In its brilliance we are drowned.

Shades of purple, pink, and gold
Fling themselves across our vision
The Symphony crashes over us
Each color and note with precision.

As we watch the colors fade
Our hearts begin to quiver
The sun has risen and climbs the heavens
The music now is over.

Awakening

The sun shines brightly
But cannot pierce
Through the blinds
I wake in my darkened room.

I wake mystified
from a dream filled sleep
And ponder what
I shall do and say.

The mornings song so sprightly
And yet strangely fierce
Sings its designs
Its will to consume.

In this morn is typified
I'm pulled from dreams of the deep
And with one slashing cut
Thrown into the world of the day.

My Daddy

I didn't actually write this one. My Papa found it somewhere and gave it to me. It's just so cute and fitting, that I had to put it up! This one goes out to all those girls who's daddies are doctors...

When Daddy signs his name
He always writes M.D.
That's so the people all will know
That he belongs to me.

For M.D. means "My Daddy"
Or something just the same
And this is why he always puts
Those letters on his name.

Some letters in his name are small
But these are not, you see,
He always makes them big like that
Because he's proud of me.

Laughter

What is it about laughter
That makes others smile?
It makes my heart beat faster
I'm as carefree as a child.

I laugh in arpeggiations
Traveling up and down
In musical ministrations
My laughter has its sound.

There is something about a smile
In the depths of someones eyes
Through every form of trial
A smile that never dies.

Oh, to live and laugh
To be happy all the day
To continue in this craft
I dearly wish I may.

This is What I Miss

Why these lonely feelings
Just as I come home
Why these empty dealings
Why am I alone?

What is it I lack?
Blessed with so many things
Why has my world turned black,
Where have I lost my wings?

Vainly I search for meaning
Isn't home what I longed for?
But love from me is streaming
And now I wish for more.

I want to see my friends
They're my family as well
Painfully I feel their absence
In their light I wish to dwell.

Yes, this is what I miss
The closeness and the sharing
Of tragedy and bliss
And each others troubles bearing.

My Right to the Stars

This one was inspired by a poem of Lyssa's. Her thoughts were incredible, and "struck a chord" as it were... hehehe

My soul rips free of my body
And beating my way upward
I scream defiance to the skies
And fly upwards towards the sun.

I laugh brazenly at the wind
Buffering my every move
It cannot stop my wild flight
Piercing the very clouds.

I spread my wings and soar
higher and higher still
I find the freedom glorious
I've forgotten all my fears.

Common sence says to return
I have responsibilites
But I laugh tauntingly in her face
And continue my upward dash

Through the dusky skies
Winging toward the moon
I play in the Northern lights
With stardust on my wings.

But dust is not enough
I want to touch the stars!
I challenge outer space
For my right to do so.

And just as my fingers grasp
A stars glistening, icy edge,
Lightning flashes, thunder roars
I have dared too much!

I scream defiance once again
As gravity pulls me downward
Wind lashes at my star glowed face
Hurling me down to earth.

As I tumble towards the craggy mountains
I realize I have forfeited everything.
I cry out for things I never said
And wish for a second chance.

And then as if by grace,
A hand reaches out and stills my fall
I clutch my star to my chest
And lose myself in eyes of deepest hue

I've got you now his voice reassures
I'm cradled in his arms
Nothing can happen to me now,
I'm safe and I'm his shining star.

Dreaming

Floating on the breezes
Of my souls awakened stirring
A scent, soft and alluring
My senses gently teases.

It pulls me from the depths
Of my minds wanderings
Awakens forgotten longings
Straining to hear his steps.

They seem so long ago
My memories of him.
But they have not grown dim
Merely hidden far below.

Has he come for me?
Will he call me his?
Does he know how I miss
His eyes that I would see?

I am content to wait
Forever in this place
While my thoughts give their chase
And seek him for my sake.

The Clock of Life

So ready for home
Yet so unready to leave
Two sides in my mind conceived
Yet which side has won?

Torn between two places
Parents and my family of friends
I wish neither would ever end
The argument is good in both cases.

So unsure of the now
So unsure of what is to come
So unwilling to only choose one
wishing for something I don't know how.

What will happen this summer?
Four months of separation
I grasp at nothing in desperation
Marching to the beat of my own drummer.

Will we remember this time,
This place, and how we feel?
Are these things my own Achilles heel?
The clock of life begins to chime.

Praying for Your Safety

For you my heart is longing
Oh you of my souls eyes
For you I wait in silence
Praying for your safety.

From my arms they stole you
And sent you off to war
With sward of gleaming steel
They care not for your safety.

Throughout the land your battle cry
Rises in the night
I hear you calling out to me
Fearing for your safety.

My one, my love, my other half
Give peace to a land of war
But come ye back and soon my love,
To bide with me in safety.

Dashing to the Future

How is this happening to me?
Life is going by so fast.
This year has simply rushed and passed
How is it already almost gone?

How much future is there to see?
For mere days remain
Before things will never be the same
What will life bring on the final dawn?

How can I hold onto those who are dear?
they are slipping from me and I can't make it stop
In my memory will they become only a small dot?
I do not wish to forget them in the sands of time!

How can I keep these memories clear?
Because in the silence of times passing
To the future we are swiftly dashing
And I would remember what is mine.

What is Happy?

What is it to be happy?
I think I know
It is so many indescribable things.

What does it mean to be happy?
I think I know
It is the smile that friendship brings.

What is it to be happy?
I think I know
It is the sparkle in your eye.

What is this thing called happy?
I think I know
It is a contented peaceful sigh.

What is does it mean to feel happy?
I think I know
It is feeling loved.

Spinning

Spinning, Spinning,
Hands questing
Finding, meeting.

Still spinning
Ever spinning
Feet following

Spinning Spinning
Whirling
And Twirling

Spinning, Spinning,
Dipping,
And Tossing

Spinning, Spinning,
The whole night
In your Arms.

Molten Ice

My soul is ice, but melting slowly
Silently I begin to emerge
I see a glimpse of color, the world!
And struggle against my frosty bonds.

But I am stuck, and cannot move
Helplessly my fists beat the walls of my prison
Having seen some of the world I want more and more!
I struggle against my frosty bonds.

Will no one help me loose myself?
I scream until my voice is lost
I find that I am powerless
I weep within my frosty bonds.

Then from a distance comes a voice
Softly at first but then loudly heard
"Be still, and I will free you" it says
And I desist against my frosty bonds.

He begins to sing with a warm steady sound
And I feel myself drawn out of the dark
The icy walls around me dissolve
My frosty bonds are gone.

I stand blinking freed to the light
Squinting up I see his face
And new bonds are formed withing me
I welcome bonds of warmth.

A Moments Thought

I've always feared being alone
Dreaded endless days of solitude
But with my friends I feel at home
They love my every way and mood

I've always feared being adrift
Floating with nothing to hold to
But with their friendships given gift
I've felt secure not on the loose

I've always feared being left behind
The one waving others off into the world
And now to my growing horror I find
That moment will soon its wings unfurl

Meant to Be.

Just a little disclaimer on this one. Apparently it sounds almost exactly the same as the lyrics to a Daniel Bettingfield song? I don't have any of his stuff, so I'm not sure how that one happened, but anyway, just thought I'd put it out there that I didn't copy him or anything. Not intentionally anyway.


If we weren't meant to be,
Then why does your hand fit mine?
If this wasn't supposed to happen
Then why do I feel every sign?

If we weren't meant to be
Then why does my heart beat with yours?
If this wasn't supposed to happen
Then why when I see you, does my heart soar?

If we weren't meant to be
Then why does my soul cry out for you?
If this wasn't supposed to happen,
Then why do I care as I do?

If we weren't meant to be
Then why did we ever to meet?
If this wasn't supposed to happen,
Then why is this path traveled by our feet?

Why can't this be "meant to be"?
After everything that is you that I have seen?
Why can't this be "supposed to happen"?
How can I live not knowing what could have been?

Wishing Upon a Star

The sun is gone replaced by the moon
And one by one stars twinkle to life.
A lone star shoots from the burning strife
To grant my wish, my one and only boon.

I cannot speak this secret wish aloud
I hide it in my swiftly beating heart
But now it flies up freely as a lark
At last I give it life and sound

So on my fiery shooting star
I lay my hearts treasured desire
And keep silent as is required
Till it comes true in the future near or far.

Then the truth hidden in the depths of mine eyes
Shall rise too, and course across the skies.

Catching the Wind

I start out slowly, working hard
My steps can find no steady pace.
My daily runs I would discard
But never would I at such disgrace!

The wind whispers through my hair
Begging me to give chase.
Its caressing taunts I cannot bare
The wind is laughing in my face.

Gradually I begin to find
Something long misplaced.
That secret place within my mind
My steps begin to make haste.

Butterflies with purple wings
fly startled from my feet
I see before me so many new beginnings
Which one shall I meet?

So fly with joy little purple creatures,
For now the wind must give chase to me!

Lost

The silence fills my empty soul
Making it more barren than before.
No gentle breezes make me feel adored
I am dying in eternal cold.

Though many an hour and day I've searched
I find no way to escape this place.
While I float in endless darkened space
My feet yearn for a solid perch.

Will no one come and find me here?
Is there none to light my darkness?
My hearts fire glimmers less and less
As I let slip what I hold dear.

How can I hold on
When I know that they must leave
Why am I always left to believe
That we will meet anon?

I must confess both here and now
My faith has been tested too much!
I cannot live without human touch,
But I protect myself as I know how.

I hold others at arms length
I rarely let them see inside
For I know they will not long abide
Once I've shown my lonely strength.

And so I keep it in myself hidden
Blocked behind a chink filled wall.
So many things shall be my downfall,
But who can say the where or when?

Empty

The sunlight woke me
slanting through the window
My sleepy eyes could barely see
But eagerly I left my pillow.

I ran through the wood
Breathed in the clean, fresh air.
I thought this beautiful day was good
Perhaps too much did I dare?

Why this immense feeling of sadness?
From whence does it come?
At answers I can merely guess
Or seek them from above.

I see care in my friends faces.
For this I love them, every one.
But inside I feel only empty spaces,
I wish this day were over and done.

He Never Called Back

He seemed excited to hear from me,
Happy that I was home,
But he never called me back.

He seemed excited to see me,
Looking tall and handsome,
But he never called me back.

He gave me the biggest hug ever,
Wrapped me in his arms,
But he never called me back.

He made, to see me every endeavor,
Made sure I had come to no harm,
But he never called me back.

Sometimes I think he doesn't realize,
Sometimes I think he must
Why didn't he call me back?

He's not the type to tell me lies,
Or turn my hopes to dust,
Did he really forget to call me back?

Will I ever learn to let him go?
Ever realize he can't be mine?
Will he ever please just call me back?

Because I care for him so
I've given every sign
I'll wait for him to call me back.

Crying Eyes So Beautiful

My heart shudders as I hear the words "we need to talk."
Over the phone the voice says "I am disappointed."
Before it's even started he leaves me in shock
He used the worst phrase ever said.

How can my world go crashing to pieces?
In one fell swoop leaving me devastated?
Flitting from joy to sorrow it never ceases
How badly I miscalculated.

How can I deal with this alone?
How can I not when my being is shattered?
From my pinnacle of happiness I am overthrown
Held in despairs darkness, beaten and battered.

From my soul pours forth a mournful song
To the search for the answer I am dutiful.
I don't understand what I've done wrong
I am crying eyes so beautiful.

Freedom

I've let go.
I am free.
But know one knows
of my wondrous deed.

One day I pined.
The next I did not.
And though nothing was signed
I found what I've sought.

My bonds I did not break.
They fell of their own accord.
My future is again my own to make
And the ship to its horizon I gladly board.

With freedom I will voyage on,
With courage and with love.
I'll travel till I've reached the dawn,
And the sky is light above.