GO AND PLAY CHILD:

Go & play among the pebbles child,

And paddle in the clear cool streams,

Go & run in greenwood forests child,

And dabble in your childhood dreams.

 

Go & skip through floral fields child,

And roll down those heathered hills,           

Go & dance beneath the rain child,

And sing where cool cascades spills.

 

Go & laugh with warm sunshine child,

And tell your quiet secrets to the moon,

Go & feel sand between your toes child,

And smell those red roses, in mid June.

 

Go & be who you want to be, my child,

And beneath your feet, just feel the dew,

Go & twinkle, like the brightest star child,

And to yourself child, please forever be true.

TEARDROP EYES:

Oh you with the teardrop eyes,

Tell me, why is it you still smile?

Tell me, why is it you´re still so kind?

Tell me, why is it you´re still so gentle?

Tell me, why in pain, do you still laugh?

Tell me, why do you still pray to far off skies?

 

I will always love & shall never despise,

I will always smile, upon life´s extra mile,

I will try to be kind, while I have my mind,

I will try to be gentle, in this world so mental,

I will hide pain & laugh, behind life´s silk scarf,

In life on earth, I will always have teardrop eyes.

 

IMPOSSIBLE LOVE:

The songbird looked up to the sky above,

Singing love songs, to the swallow with love,

Oh Swallow, how I want to fly away with you,

But my wings only take me as high as the dew.

 

Swallow swooped low to hear the songbird´s voice,

Oh if only, as a swallow, I could have that choice,

My dear songbird, how I want to get closer to you,

But my wings only permit me, to stay up in sky blue.

 

The swallow fell in love with the songbird´s singing,

And songbird, enamoured with swallow´s high winging,

So they met between the morn´s dew & heaven above,

Waltzing in separation, their impossible winged love.

FEAR:

Put that dirty life down child,

You don´t know where on earth it´s been,

You´re being watched from corners child,

All you do & say, by them, is always seen.

 

Don´t do this, nor that child,

It´s wrong, it´s dirty & it is an awful sin,

And God is waiting from above child,

You  don´t want the devil, to surely win.

 

You must kneel & repent child,

If you are not wanting to go to his hell,

It´ll be better if you listen to them all child,

If not, no matter what you do, won´t go well.

 

Do not fret, fear, nor worry child,

God is ever good & Satan is not around,

Worry not, you´ll always be protected child,

The fear they instill child, is totally unfound.

BIRTH OF PERFECTION:

She was conceived in poetry & written words,

She was created in song & in great Arias sung,

She was nurtured in music of orchestra &choirs,

She grew from painting hand & palette of hues,

She was embroidered in silk & in delicate stitch.

 

She was the ode, the sonnet & the verse of love,

She was the anthem, hymn, the Gregorian chant,

She was the violin, the drum & sweet plucked harp,

She was the masterpiece painted upon chapel dome,

She was the raiment of velvet, far too fine to attire.

 

She was merely perfection, within all called beauty,

She was the balm & calm, within this troubled world,

She was the expression, of all that´s of anything worth,

She was to all mankind, all he searches & daily seeks,

She was, is & always will be, perfection within his soul.