Change Do dreams change or just the hearts that share them? All my life it seems I've searched quietly... Never quite knowing what I was looking for. Hoping only that in my blindness, I wouldn't stumble by it. Does a heart know beyond a doubt that the missing piece is found? The road to you has been long and often lonely watching... Knowing others have traveled this path before me and had no better luck, I continued What makes a soul go on when all odds seem against it when everything its ever touched, failed Hoping... that through it all, if it was deserved, something wonderful might happen And then, in walked you My entire life has changed. In all my imaginings, I never could have dreamed up you Lisa2001
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An Old Man's Dream I came across a mountain stream where children play and old men dream While I sat beneath a tree one old man came to speak with me We talked about his glory days and how this world has changed its ways He felt his time was drawing near but as we spoke his heart was clear He wondered if he'd left his mark or lit a path that once seemed dark As his story was slowly told I knew his dreams had not been sold His light still shone from deep within. All I could do was sit and grin Before he left me there that day I assured him his mark was here to stay Then sounds of laughter filled the air and the river sang without a care. Lisa1998
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I Remember Soft music and warm embraces candlelight and glowing faces crackling fire... how my heart races I remember days when wine and roses didn't matter. When passion's sparks burned brighter. A time when hearts were lighter Entire nights glorying in each other, when nothing seemed to bother. Trembling... underneath the cover When mountain tops were for making love. Nights spent watching the stars above and babies cooed like a morning dove I remember all of this .....and i remember us
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Seasons
Misty days Colors change Seasons change Darkness comes Spring will come lisa1997 |
She Smiles Awakening to a quiet dawn Dew covered grasses gently cling Bird song fills the quiet morn It wraps itself around her Even when her arms can't reach Holding tight his heart stone and she smiles...lisa1999 |
Smokey Mountains He never ceases to amaze me The road may twist and turn a bit The forest reminds me so of home Sunshine filters through the leaves It's magic wraps around your heart lisa1997 |
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