Upon Observing a Commitment

A dirge sung to monotony
Trembling under a satin gown
Love devoted to friendship
Candles lighting the heart
Memories clicking through cameras
Petals lining an isle
Bands of silver exchanged
Lips pressed in devotion
Violins playing Canon
A cheer for the couple wed

A Sonnet

Winter chill is slipping slowly away
For only Frost left a goodbye letter
The sun will rise but faster each day
Yes, things will look up for the better
Birds begin to sing a soft sweet chorus
Please, never forget to count your blessings
Torrents of joy will come swiftly for us
I will not wait long or keep you guessing
The earth has put on a showing of green
Patience, my darling, I’ll give you my love
Soft rolling meadows are a tranquil scene
Listen for comfort, the coo of a dove
Yes, days are cut short, our life but a song
Have peace, my dearest, I won’t be too long

Study of Shakespeare, 1/26/2007

From the journal

Never is the soul satisfied when it continues to conjure thoughts of listless desire. In the quiet of solitude, the mind's eye roams, happening upon unseen ideas and seeking subtle answers in the shelter of knowledge. The mind, and untrained fledgling flitting incessantly without proper direction. Wisdom is cultivated only in the personal garden, but its seed must be planted by the hands of a skilled Gardener. He speaks softly, in gentle parables, unknown to the fool, misunderstood by those who are not his own. He imparts direction and waters Young shoots of future. In his pockets lie assorted pleasures, which he casts upon the soil to fertilize and encourage growth. In his path, all are comforted. He speaks tenderly to the broken, words of love to his beloved. How blessed are those who follow in his footsteps. They do not falter, but are clothed in joy. How blessed are those who follow him. They grow in wisdom and discernment. The minds of those who seek him are molded into beauty. The Gardener tames the restless bird and woos it into learnedness. Joy is no longer and object of dispute to be clawed at frantically by the hearts of the broken. With the Gardener there is joy, and those who find joy can't help but distribute its abundance. How blessed are those who follow the Gardener.

Mm grand joy

Lovely darling, duly loved
Florescent colors, spectrum of happiness
Life, it's wonderful unitl you're lonely,
but even then, we're not alone
Happiness is temporary,
like sipping sappily sweet tea
Hands are soft with lotion,
hearts are soft in obedience
Don't we just want to be loved?
Love is contentment,
but you can have that without love
Sunny days are meant to be soaked in,
heat is cherished in the winter
Mood is easily chosen
and a bad one detrimental to health
and healthy hearts
Mm, it's good having been made
Maker brings love and contentment every morning
and drips them into my waking heart
when i let him
He smells sweet of happiness
Of lingering joy
I love him most of all, all others pale