Passant

 Passant

All is lost in that summer day

When time meant more than this

Two loving hearts tremble and sway

Existing in undeniable bliss

The world is made for love like this

Fueling hearts and minds

Every passionate moment and kiss

Help the stars sparkle and shine

Gone within that summer day

Lost but not forgotten

Golden memories will stay

No matter what darkness may come

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Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

 

If madness is as madness does

Then pleasure surely seeks

What madmen do, as it ever was

Emotion ebbs and peaks

And havoc surely wreaks

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You are the voice inside my head.

A silent counterpart on my journey 

Keeping me company where I tread 

Dispelling all my fears and worries

 

Tell me not of tragic woes. 

I want to share your joys 

Speak to me of highs, not lows 

We'll rise above the maddening noise. 

The future comes on unflighted wing.

No faster than today, 

Let us live, our hearts will sing 

And greet the coming day.

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Pledging

 Wouldst thou callst me thine

My heart thy pleadings yearns to hear

In moments fleeting ever divine

I wish thou closer, bide thou here

The moment nearer draws 

As two now one becoming

Breathing, living pause

To witness vows forthcoming

Alive

 Inhala, exhala,

Siente tu pulso empezar a escala,

Inhala, exhala,

Entre nuestras almas comienza como un jalar

Inhala, exhala,

Mi conexión al mundo parece rala,

Inhala, exhala,

Esto es lo que significa, vivir.

Inhale, Exhale,

Feel your pulse begin to race,

Inhale, Exhale,

Between our souls it starts a pull,

Inhale, Exhale,

My connection to the world seems sparse,

Inhale, Exhale,

This is what it means, to live.

Weaving

 Making patterns out of chaos

Divining the unseen

Tangled threads unweaving

Return from shuttle to skein

What once took shape and form

Is now just colors and thread

Old habits seem to be returning

I can't make it straight in my head

I tried to see the big picture

But now I have disarray

If this story just ends here

I'll treasure our few precious days

Time to start a new weaving

Try to tell a new tale

The same threads woven together

But changing the smallest details

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