~Golden Memories~

I amore e qualcosa bi bello
I amore e qualcosa di puro

Love is something wonderful, love is something pure
Love is like a soft rain falling in the dawn
The sparkle of the sunlight, the warmth of a summer morn
The strength of the winds of heaven in a winter storm

Love is something wonderful, love is something pure
Love is like a candle in the window of your soul
Lighting up the darkness, filling up your mind
Filling you with softness and bright sunshine

Love is something wonderful, love is something pure
Love is like the freshest breeze on the ocean shore
Gleaming crystals on the sand or a soft rainbow
Love is the most remarkable thing you will ever know

I amore sei tu, love thats you

Sand * * *

 

                                                                                                                                          

Look upon the water , with bluebells on the shore
Ripples floating outward, lavender butterflies galore
Magical land in the distance, full of fairies and elves
Drifting in mystical splendor, all by myself

The sky is purple softness, the water vivid blue
The fairies swim with pleasure, in solitude with you
Bright wings of silver shimmering, some golden in the light
And some with wings invisible, to the naked eye

Sweet and simple beings bring pleasure to the earth
Often in story telling, children laugh with mirth
They spin in merry laughter as they dance among the weeds
Often forgetting to mention all their magical deeds

Sand * * *

"The Softest Kind Of Poetry".

The sound of a trumpet could be heard
As the sky above turned bright
A glow streamed down from the heavens
And it touched the earth with its light

Their wings were white as fresh fallen snow
Their gowns had a satiny sheen
And their voices were heard all over the earth
Long before they were seen

~Bygone Summers~

In the meadow where I sat with wildflowers all around
My hand reached out to touch the velvet softness I had found
Deep within my bosom a peacefullness had settled
Tranquil were my thoughts as I sat there in the meadow

Sunflowers and bluejays, warmth against my face
Golden memories drifting through my mind of another place
Children running barefoot, rocks to climb and hide
Cousins that I love so much, now grown, spread far and wide

Listening to the crickets, churning ice cream on the porch
Playing hide and seek at night, not afraid of the dark
Childish faces grinning , peanut butter fudge
Memories of bygone summers, memories of love

 

                                                                                                                                "The Softest Kind Of Poetry"