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I appeared in a surreal forest,
The blue willows my eyes did arrest.
Pressing my foot in the sodden ground,
the tress part all around.
Dark paths and purple fright is behind,
pushing back a swayed mind.
Sounds of a river come crystal calling,
Drawing a breath peace is falling.
Secret whispers, voices in a dream,
My ears hear, my heart does deem.
I question the sudden situation,
imagining a loverâs infatuation.
Those whispers, the intense compelling,
Appearing, fading, but dwelling.
I hunger, I thirstâ¦to the river,
to discover Him the life giver!

Wild, churning tears,
Beating, silent fears
jumps, hastily,
Pound, harshly,
thinking minds, drumming hearts,
Marching soldiers crying war,
trembling, bodies shake.
drawing swords to break.

What a lucky person I am,
to see one such as she,
yeah, what a lucky person.
Thereâs no other girl Iâd rather see,
Rather have smile at me,
Rather have speak to me.
Her words are light and inspiring,
holding a grace that is saving.
I would sicken her with my affection.
Maybe I have gone far enough,
maybe not far enough.
For it isnât by luck sheâs here,
She only is and that why I say.
Sheâs a girl of dreams,
Of loves and passions,
Of goals, and determinations,
with a future to change the world.
With the hand of God resting serenely on her wonderful spirit,
a girl as much as a woman.
Completing my joy to hysterical laughter
And I do so adore her.

In this wonder filled moment,
I wish a love beside my side.
Where I could kiss the hand she lent,
with the world itâs beauty wide.
Looking beyond our boring state,
however, my love, she fades away.
No matter the tears, she will not wait.
Again I am alone, again another day.
I fall into the arms of another love,
a love taut with passion anâ grace fair.
True affection I never spoke of.
Looking into eyes full of care,
for my God has always been there

There is something in a blind mouse
that feels its way in the dark,
but sight is not its only way to see.
Some strong disappointment in a bird that cannot fly,
but flight is not its only way to soar.
Were life full of propriety
it would not hand us such
ironic situations.
Remember:
We are arrows and arrows need purpose.
Emotion is ephemeral breath from the real, like gasp of air in winter.
Unto each of us the choices we make build our destiny.
Patience and faith help us through the day.
When dreams are thorns in your sideâ¦
Although they have left us in dark times,
We always have and always will see a new day.
As children donât forget to laugh and smile.
Accept the mistakes of others
And donât think too much of your own.