The Moonlight

A heart too big, too deep;
Gave her life, soul, her all;
To make my childhood whole.
Carried me home.
An act giving, selfless,
Fuels my life thats blesses.
Fills me with hope,
Carries me home

Courage that is honorable,
Unseen.
Srenght that is admirable,
Overseen.
Love uncondition,
Expected.
Appreciation often times,
Neglected.

Still it pours like rain.
Forming a mighty river
With an incessant current,
That ease all pain
Carry me home!
Carry me home!
Her light carries me home.

A candle in the dark
Warmth filling the heart
Direction in the night
My ray of light
the moonlight.

written: sept 28 2000/3:45pm
***written for my mother. A deep appreciation for her life and the vocation she chose - to be a house wife and a loving mother. I love you mama.

Too Young...

What I fear the most,
Starts to unfold.
As matchmakes bet
Love still young to behold

Flow against the tide of cheer,
Resist the shore of love so pure.
But sometimes the current wins,
And you cant do anything.

Ask the moon, sun, the stars in the sky;
They have been expectators of love on pry.
Seek the advice of a willow tree;
To help withstand upcoming calamity.

Dont fall for a foolish sign;
For love is often times blind.
Beware of perilous schemes;
That lay silent in the dim.

Ill ask and heed for advice;
For someday me too will seek for a bride.
And for that chapter to take place;
Ill have to look love in the face.

***Written during the time when I contemplated on Love, Marriage, and Life. Ewwww,,, Scary! This poem also talks about past love. Failed love. This talks about hope and wisdom from those that came before us.

Disclaimer

Here I scribble, Here I write;
Times of weakness and of might.
Describes in letters feelings and desire,
Painting a picture of whats inside.

Dont be scared, dont be frightened.
Whats written here is nothing but a picture of me.
Described in ways imagination needed.
Good or bad it me... cant be sorry!

...But if you are, Dont ever say you LOVE/d me!!!

(written: 11:45pm; 10-07-2000)
***was written for my journal. my compilation of poems.