Dance of the Butterflies

How I love to watch butterflies,

they flit and fly

and seem to dance in the air.

I love their graceful wings,

the many different colors,

the size of them.

I love to watch the butterflies,

dance in the summertime.

To watch them, as they fly,

up toward a clear, blue sky.

In the early mornings,

drinking the dew upon the grass and flowers.

So very graceful and fragile are they.

I love the dance that butterflies do.

they flit and they seem to float.

along with clouds up high,

from flower to flower,

along with honeybees,

here and there.

When upon a blade of grass,

I think what an unusual flower,

this truly is.

As I get nearer,

the colorful butterfly begins to tremble.

then suddenly as it spreads its wings,

such breathtaking beauty,

is quite a sight to see.

The dance of the butterflies,

like magical choreography,

performing just for me.

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Night Music

In came the night

flying on dark satin wings

and as I looked up at the starry sky

I knew that somewhere

in the woods

the mountains

the prairies

the children of the night

were gathering

their eyes shining in the dark

moonbeams making their silvery white fur gleam

snouts pointed straight up to the skies

their mournful cries begin

then building to a crescendo

their magnificent howls

filled the night air

and echoed all around

making this wonderful

incredibly lovely

night music

their silhouettes

like shadows in the moonlight

Two wolves their head close together

eyes gleaming

she started sweet and low

and the he wolf added the bass

In my mind, I remembered the words

to a favorite old song

“blue moon you saw me

standing alone with no love of my own”

but the wolves had found each other

and it was a wonderful wolf serenade.

This is in response to Kevin and his No Theme Thursday. He has a terrific blog do check it out. No Beginning At Last

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Gifts of Flowers

Many different kinds

various perfumes in wonderful scents

with colors to delight

the gift that brings smiles

flowers by the dozens

my favorites are not fancy

just simple meadow flowers

that seem to brighten the world

in the summertime

they delight the eye

as you see red poppies

stretching for miles

across fields of blue

where bluebonnets

and wild violets bloom

but in the wintertime

when outside the world

is one of ice and snow

there are magical flowers

that Jack Frost brings to me

in many wonderful designs

small and large flowers

on my windowpane

I often think of them

as gifts from my loved ones

far beyond the stars

and I delight in them

when silvery

they shimmer and shine

in the pale wintry

sunlight.

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Don’t Forget to Remind Me

Remind me of the love,

that I once knew.

So very long ago,

when my world –

was quite new.

Remind me of the love,

that I lost along the way,

that seemed so fine –

but was forgotten one day.

Remind me,

of why our love –

melted like the winter snow.

So when the spring comes again,

looking for a new love,

I’ll know,

not to believe in magical things anymore.

Remind me,

why you and I can never be –

Where is the love,

that you and I once had?

They say that true love never dies,

guess that was not what we had.

Remind me,

of the secrets we once shared –

Tell me was that love real?

Remind me,

of where the laughter went –

Why did the silence come?

Tell me if you still care for me,

tell me if love can begin again

or have we lost the ties,

that once bound us together.

Lost that special feeling –

that made us one.

Remind me,

why I never saw you again,

Was it because my eyes

lost that starry glow?

Remind me,

of the time that was so special,

so that I can remember and smile

and when I go to bed tonight,

I can dream of a love,

that once was so very special

and so very real –

in another place and time.

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The Splendor

The beauty and the splendor,

of majestic mountains,

inspires

and makes my heart and soul sing.

It is there that I can climb up high,

to be nearer to you my love,

in your heavenly home.

I can hear the wind whisper your name to me

and the mountains echoe my joy –

being closer to you.

*

Deep down in a lush valley,

a river flows,

sourced from a waterfall,

gushing down from above.

There, near the pool.

I throw flowers in,

each one like a lovely natural boat bob,

down the river, they go,

hoping to send greetings to you,

when out to the sea they float.

*

Down by the sea,

the golden sand sparkles,

the gulls fly through the skies,

the breezes blow all around,

reminding me of our days in the sun.

Seashells play music,

from other shores,

the wind caresses my cheek,

I hear your voice so clearly –

as I blow kisses up toward the heavens above.

*

Beauty and splendor always inspire,

I know love is eternal.

Someday there’ll be a bridge to cross,

where you’ll reach out your hand to me –

together forever we’ll be.

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A World With Love

When my world

starts to feel cold,

the edges around it begin to blur,

the colors to fade.

I remind myself of what is real,

of the life you and I lead

and once the outside world is

left behind a closed door.

Everything in my world

falls into place once more.

*

Even with golden silence

between us,

there is a loving feeling

and my world regains contrast.

The colors brighten once more

and just like before –

all I need to do is close the door.

Leaving behind, that strange outside world,

take you by the hand

and love you once more,

and leave all the sorrow behind.

*

So easy to do in my world,

so hard to know what lies beyond.

If you and I can weather all the storms –

we’ll never grow old.

Still enjoying the pleasures of life

and marveling at the beauty

that nature provides,

knowing that there is a loving world

we can make our very own.

*

This I know is the wisdom of the ages,

as I look at paintings of lords and ladies –

their hearts now still

but once beating with love.

They still love through the ages,

now in the eternal sky,

for here they never let their love,

fade away nor let the colors blur,

on the world of love that they shared.

*

So on and on through the centuries –

love is one thing that never dies.

If you find your true love,

it will always shine,

and if in life you get parted –

you’ll have golden memories.

For once you reach the end of your days,

a starry path will lead you,

one to the other again.

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Serenade of the Moon and the Stars

Conversing with the stars,

is easy to do,

as they gently twinkle above –

beaming brightly in the dark of night.

I know the brightest stars I see,

are smiles of loved ones,

now in the world beyond,

reminding me of gladder times.

As the stars quietly whisper to me,

of all that has been

and still will be,

out came that golden orb,

winking back at me.

The moon is an old friend of mine,

the witness to much romance,

found in the moonlight.

He never reveals the secrets,

of lovers dancing beneath his glow,

sharing secret kisses,

delighting in their special love.

When the stars and the moon,

come together with night clouds,

that go floating by,

the shadows created,

make lovely pictures,

in the mysterious night

and the wind sends the clouds,

sailing across the sky,

past the stars and the moon –

making me feel as if I could fly.

When just for a moment,

the clouds hide the moon,

I know that very soon,

it will come shining through again

and the magic will continue –

long into the night.

Until the first sign of dawn,

when the sky becomes a rosy hue

and the stars turn off their nightlights,

the moon waits for the sun,

in the very early morn,

says good-night,

until the dark descends once more

and another night of magic –

will play its moon and stars serenade.

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When You Say Goodbye to Love

A journey of love,

that took us through all the seasons

and gave us all the reasons –

to fall in love came to an end one day.

Life is often that way,

one must say goodbye to love,

left to go on alone

and remembering the days that were shared.

Memories show many scenes,

played over and over again,

photos seem to come to life

and you are with me once more.

I keep retracing the last footsteps we took,

last time we held hands,

last time we kissed,

these moments now must last a lifetime,

till we can be together again.

It was the summer that took you away,

there was nothing to do or say,

sometimes fates are not kind –

but the best memories remain.

You came to me,

many years ago,

when the spring breezes began to blow.

It soon turned into a love so true,

if only I had known,

that the years so quickly would fly,

soon many seasons came and went,

still the memories remain,

of when our love was new

and I first loved you in the spring,

for now it just remains,

for me to go on alone,–

for now goodbye my love –

until I can meet you in eternity.

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Come Under My Umbrella

She said, “Come under my umbrella”,

while April showers rain down,

come take a walk with me –

among the raindrops that be.

Beneath our feet,

the last rivulets of snow,

like silvery streams,

go running away

and together we go dancing –

searching for rainbows.

Looking at the crocuses all in a row.

And he said,

“Come under my umbrella”,

let the kisses of April be wet,

because we know,

that the days of May –

will be sunny and bright.

Our love will keep our mood light

and there will be blue skies,

smiling from above.

Together they held hands,

looking into each other’s eyes.

Together they said,

“Come under my umbrella”,

let me hold you tight –

under the gray April skies.

Let me kiss you for each raindrop,

that comes falling down,

‘cause we know,

that in May,

happy and smiling,

still loving each other,

we’ll be –

under May skies of blue.

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Whisper to Me

Whisper to me,

so soft and low,

every evening before you go,.

words of love –

tell me that you love me only.

Whisper to me,

when we sit side by side

and make me sigh.

and content I’ll be –

tell me that you adore me so.

*

Whisper to me,

never leave me,

over and over again,

hold me tight.

While we’re dancing,

croon loves sweet melody

and make me swoon..

*

Whisper to me,

so that I’ll never forget,

your sweet voice,

it will stay in my ear,

even if life should part us –

so always whisper to me..

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