HEAVEN’S GATE

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The sky is pink overhead.
I will try to lift my head.
Waves lap at the shore.
I can’t take much more.
I can feel the sand.
Please give me your hand.
I must see this before it’s too late,
And I am waiting at...

 

urbanoutfitters:

Via uosandiego 

 

The sky is pink overhead.

I will try to lift my head.

Waves lap at the shore.

I can’t take much more.

I can feel the sand.

Please give me your hand.

I must see this before it’s too late,

And I am waiting at heaven’s gate.

 

STAND STRONG

 

Stand strong for me.

Your petals closed tight.

Face to the sun.

Hope in your heart.

Release your sweetness.

The perfect fragrance.

Let the dew quench your thirst.

The rain wash your tears.

Stand strong for me.

PUFFS OF PINK FOR ME

The fog yawns long and wide.
Flowers have given up the fight.
There is nowhere to hide
From grey’s terminal blight.
One tree withstands the night,
Growing to immense height.
No one else is in sight
to witness its lone fight.
Grey mist ends the...

 

The fog yawns long and wide.

Flowers have given up the fight.

There is nowhere to hide

From grey’s terminal blight.

 

One tree withstands the night,

Growing to immense height.

No one else is in sight

to witness its lone fight.

 

Grey mist ends the day.

Some color I must see.

Hanging in the grey,

Soft puffs of pink for me.

 

PINK SEA

I gaze at the pink sea so pure,
A vision of delight for sure.
The sun is setting down,
But there’s no reason to frown.
I could see the ocean floor.
Look at me I’m out the door.
The sun may be gone for the day.
The moon will soon be here to play.

 

I gaze at the pink sea so pure,

A vision of delight for sure.

The sun is setting down,

But there’s no reason to frown.

 

I could see the ocean floor.

Look at me I’m out the door.

The sun may be gone for the day.

The moon will soon be here to play.

 

A Field of Flowers

 

Through a field of flowers.

Pink petals in my hair.

Follow the babbling brook.

At the mountains I stare.

 

Green grass for carpeting.

Wisps of white clouds float free.

White snow caps the mountains.

Grey rocks all I can see.

 

Grey surrounds oasis.

A mirage that can’t be.

Flowers lift their faces.

An illusion for me.

PINK

 

Pink flowers to fill my day.

Petals falling in soft flight.

Ready to come out and play.

A soothing and heady sight.

A shady path to soft dreams.

To hot days and warmer nights.

Pink filling the lakes and streams.

A large toast to spring’s best sights.

THE PICTURE

 

Art comes alive with the artist’s stroke.

It bounces from the white page

in alternating shades of the rainbow.

The green eyes entice and ensnare.

The fur flows and ebbs in blues and pink.

It has stepped out from the mere page

to come alive for me and you.