Before I Die.....

before I die
may the roses bloom
and my sons become men
and may I at last find peace

Oh, Can You See

oh say can you see
in the pale moon light

dappled leaf patterns across
the old dark lane

were blooms by day lush purple
hydrangeas and peonies

now misty visions of elves
and faeries floating on silver beams of light

casting spells sprinkled
in pure golden angel dust

they dance and fly

Summer's End.

Within this stone,lies a heart buried deep. Silent,still,hollow it beats no more. Where once love blossomed true only to be cut down at summers end. Once she graced this earth with beauty.Forgotten but for he who loved her. Dear John she called him. He waits as the days turn into winter. Waiting for death to call.


I was too late for the last prompt so I used them both to tell my story.