Tag Archives: Love

The Magic Spell

Then write your words in the dreaming book

Where only Faeries there may look

Who take those words, so writ by you

With magic spell will bring them true.


Perhaps. (The Lady of Shalott)

And there she sits with impish grin

Behind the wall she hides within

Peeping out to see who’s there

Then hiding from their words and stares

She reaches out from gentle soul

To search for love to make her whole

To wash away her bitter pain

To bring her heart to life again

But tender maid still bleeding through

How deep the wounds inside of you?

Can they be cured by tender kiss?

Can Cupids blade bring you to bliss?

Or will your search by fears be torn

Before your heart again is born

To leave you deep behind your walls

Where hopes do die and dreams do fall

Will love persist to bless your faith?

And drag your heart from bitter wraith

What strength have you with all that’s gone

To hold your hand to anyone

To move from deep behind your fears

To cast aside the years of tears

Dare you smile and take that chance

To set our souls, now free to dance

To see, to feel, to wonder why

What dreams could lay t’ween you and I?

Valentine (II)

Why does it take a red rose

Or once a year words in a card

It could be you are with the wrong person

If loving is really that hard

And what of the non-receivers

Who see not flowers nor verse

How hard is that day to be worth less

To be lost, unwanted or cursed

Perhaps it’s a day for reflection

So put a rose in the smile on your face

And give that flower to all you pass

In a Valentine’s Day ’embrace’


And slow she turned and slowly still

My eyes were drawn against their will

To rest upon her perfect face

As lit her smile reflecting grace

The falling hair in tumbling wave

Such beauty tis’ that God has gave

My heart, my heart it cries despair

In pieces till that she is there

And only then may I be whole

When she is resting in my soul.



I’m losing the ability

To see beyond surreal

To know just who it is I am

And to know how I really feel

I am adrift inside your imagery

While your words like raindrops fall

I gather them up in disbelief

And wonder at them all

Then I weave your words in cadmium hues

Through my hopes that I’ve burnished from steel

I place them safe in a Book of Dreams

And I pray for them to be real.