Haven

Theres a place,
I know so well.
With trees and streams,
and winds that tell.

Of olden days,
and how the world,
has always been,
this loosely ferled.

The beauty lives,
it always will,
the rivers run,
and spirits fill.

The world will turn,
the birds will sing,
a giant model.
Of joy life can bring. Edit Text

Muse

The music drifts,
as if out of the soul,
spinning and twirling,
a glowing coal.

But yet the wind,
sighing in tree's,
and loely girls,
with hands on knees.

The wolf that bays,
at the singing moon,
the bird that lets out,
its rustling tune.

The smell in the air,
after a spring rain,
droplets on leaves,
of joy and of pain.

Into the Blue

Dive into the blue,
the swirling,
and chaotic
ever stretching plunge.

The liquid sheet,
that wraps so comforting.
Folding around you
and sliding like satin.

Who's to say,
we arn't just birds?
In our part-time embrace,
of the liquid sky?

Time
Drifting and swirling,
draining away.
So young for those,
who laugh and play.

But those that hide
their face never show,
to the world outside,
who will never know.

Don't grab the chance,
to always have fun,
Feel the beat in all you do,
and bathe in the sun.

The time is ending,
it came so fast,
curtains slam shut,
the chance is past.

Best Friends

If you are reading this you already know,
I love you with all of my heart
But before I knew my friends of today,
I acted the sad loner's part.

You already know I had a best friend,
one friend, close and dear,
we knew each other right down to our toes
but shes no longer here

Then came you and a few others
and you really rocked my world
for once the loner was surrounded by friends
and a closed up flower unfurled

Friends move away and times change
but some things stay the same,
your my best friend, forever more
come snow or sleet or rain.

By: Bethany Edit Text

Blue Skies
Flying so high,
vast and blue,
wing the air for hours,
just to find out what is true.

The birds at your wingtips,
with screeches and screams,
are jostling you and calling out,
while flying over woodland streams.

The swirling winds,
may knock you down,
halt before you hit the water,
stop before you drown.

Sometimes it isn't easy,
sometimes it seems too tough.
Sometimes it rains and pours,
and the clouds are much too rough.

Then will come the shine,
and you know why you got by.
fresh damp smells will drift,
while you soar so high.

Sometimes when the air is rough,
the best thing you can do,
is spread your wings and spiral round,
with no place your going to.

Suddenly you don't know which way,
the direction isn't clear.
When you look around you see one other,
and desperately you peer.

You know them so very well,
and you reach out while crying,
many soft words spoken,
and with help, once more your flying.

You soar and twist,
meeting people never known,
letting people in,
showing feelings never shown.

You chase one bird, round and round,
just to have them fly far away.
At first it's hard, you want to follow,
but you know you will have to stay.

Eventually the bird is forgotten,
and the end of the day is near.
The horizon goes orange, pink, and gold,
and there you glide without a fear.