The Spirit Of Flight

The spirit of flight

Helped me embrace life again

Before giving up every pain.

To see a new life a new light

To find what ended last night.

The spirit of flight

Helped me understand 

What I had in my hand.

Gave my dreams wings to fly

All I needed to do was try.

The spirit of flight

Gave way to new heights

It is when I began my flight.

She stood as my reason to fight

And wrong gave way to right.

The spirit of flight

Came to me when all was lost

Bound to a book that was tossed.

She inspires me on my worst days

To continue to hold on as always.

The spirit of flight

Is an embodiment of happiness

When they drive you to madness.

She keeps my inner demons away

To make the inner me stay.

I shall

I shall take you really high

Right across the bright blue sky

I shall be the ground you tread

With nothing for you to dread

I shall pray for you every night

No matter how hard we fight

I shall wipe your tears away

and make the wrong ones pay

I shall fight the world with you

and lead you away from the blue

I shall be your ears and eyes

you shall never have to think twice

I shall follow you wherever you go

Facing every sun, shower and snow

I shall be the reason for your smile

and your tears every once in a while

I shall break many to keep one

and you needn't worry about none

I shall be whatever you want to be

Friend or sister or just a bumbling bee

I shall gently water your soul

And tenderly nurture it to whole

I shall mend your broken heart

Healing it slowly part by part

I shall wait to be by your side again

Being away from you is such a great pain

I shall  be yours again in every birth

That is how much you are worth to me

Death...

Who is this death
Could he be young or old
A monster or a charmer,
Cloaked in black,

With a loud evil groan

He has no right or wrong 

No young or old

Nor weak or might

He is busy as ever 

From morning till night

He knows no happiness

No joy has he tasted

No life has he spared

No cry has been heard

No plea has been bargained

When does he strike

Whom does he choose

No one can stop his coming

Some see him as a blessing

Most see him as a curse

He has no starting

He has no ending

Known to man before time

At times he ends a beginning 

And often begins the ending

I see him as an innocent little child

Who will walk to me one night

And take away the pain

Wash away the tears

And lead me into the light.

The Tattered doll

In the corner of my room
Stands an old wooden chest
Dressed in yesteryear's dust
All things old and broken
Awaiting an unknown fate

I opened the chest to find
A tattered doll of mine
Of fond memories it smelled
A hole filled in my heart
Tears ran down my eyes

She was broken and alone
She didn't have a smile
Her face had lost the shine
I was taken back to another time
another place, another me I saw

The days of pure laughter
Filled with sheer innocence
Happiness running all around
I sat on the old swing
Holding her in my arms

What was once inseparable
Got lost in the track of time
Forgotten or thrown out
To reach for something else
That was never there

What have I missed
In the growing up years
Is it more than just a toy
I hold her closer than ever
For all that is bound her