The stream (all workshops)
Can we have our solar eclipse?
A moment for just two souls
A moment where we leave
All the pain behind
I could be the moon
You could be the sun
You glistening so brightly
That I can't even dare to look
For even a fleeting moment
But if i give up
My moonlight will fade
For eternity
So can we at least have
One delicate moment
One solar eclipse
Fury
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson
G
To touch without shame,
Em
To talk without fear,
C
To listen and be heard,
D
Is something I hold near.
G
A love we know will end,
C
Makes it a special love indeed,
D
A friend, a companion,
C G
I am sure we all need.
Smile stay be with me always
sexy lady eternal flame light of my life
wonderful haunting aching crying raging at imagined deceit
coming up for air with a smile and your golden eyes
You touched a place no one reached before
nights days all your crazy ways
wise alive carefree smile
companion friend don’t let this ever end
We’ve got so far to go
farther still when we get there
but I wouldn’t want to get there
with anyone but you
Of birds unsung, of unripened trees,
Of little drops, crystal tears striving to form,
Of something small, wriggling bees,
All is known a thing , something it becomes after the form
And we soar to sour, when life takes turn,
And a minute last, an ever best,
And as rough gold through furnace, O, what fine return
Another in down so cast, another in zest.
She is so complicated:
Tying the Gordian knot
Suiting the charlatan trot
Closing the door, and even more,
Tying the hand, changing the stand,
Reading the future of her man.
But she loves
And gives the best thereof.
So beautifully simple is she.
Time is a haunting spirit
It petrifies me to my core
Despite my efforts, I can't draw near to you
Held back by fear's grasp
Yet if I remain motionless
I'll never offer comfort
Or listen to you for hours
Divvy my counsel
Bring you joy
Wipe your tears
Surrender myself wholly
Why, then, does dread immobilize me
From drawing near to a rose
That blooms devoid of thorn's
whitecaps kiss the stern as he swoops, to the herring's reluctant surrender
The whitebait mass to an unlikely ruse, a "Grey Nurse " circles , becomes their defender
As this beauty unfolds to nature's final display , 'neath the waves of a piscatorial splendour
Then in fair weather or storm as this swell creates new form ,
The infinite sea shall ne'er give up of her treasures .
It's May
Marigolds pop up
to swing and sway and
hopefully
stay.
Then,
they may,
oh how I wish,
that they'd pop up
again,
Mayhap
next May?
I stand with the woodland in front of me
There are paths to my left and right
Both with known destinations...
"A fork in the road" if you will.
Pondering my options
Deciding my fate
Knowing that neither path leads to where I want to be.
I have a choice to make.
I can't stand here forever.
I decide to go forward
Through the trees
A path that has yet to be traveled by others
A trail unformed
The trees whisper in the wind
I nearly stumble on their roots
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