In love of thee

Clench thy hand, thou innocent smile.
Mystery that thou hath hidden
Behind thy dark veil of strands -
Thy own they shalt be.
Pay heed to those who hope for thy love
And stay true to that which thou art
We are but moments for the future that lies ahead
But thou art thy own
And each grain of thy sand gold
Forget not that which is true
For before thou it shalt ever be

Yes to Dance

'Tis sometimes that a chord interrupts the beat of my heart, and somehow manages to soothe my nerves.
Silly little moments that make me believe in a loved life and an honest existence.
Just to be around a simple person, and listen to a simple song.
To eat a fresh meal in the confines of a home; away from the nuisance of the chores of the day and near the one who makes me forget.
'Tis in hope of this that I live my life, in pursuit of a carefree night, in pursuit of a lazy morning, in hope of love.