2 A.M.

It has now struck 2am
And I'm still wide awake
This feeling of missing you
I just can't seem to shake

Unable to fall asleep
I'm feeling all out of sorts
Sitting staring at the clock
With you fixed in my thoughts

Only a few hours now
Until I see you again
But the way the time is moving
The night is never going to end

I've tried listening to music
Tried counting countless sheep
I have tried most everything
To get myself to sleep

Nothing ever seems to work
I'll just have to wait it out
The time will pass, the sun will rise
Of that I have no doubt

It's just a game of patience
A lesson I need to do
Cos when the nights completed
My reward is seeing you!

Life started anew....

There is something pure about watching life start anew! Creation is God's greatest achievement. How a plant starts with something as inane as a seed. It has such a tough outer shell and no appendages. But then it germinates, there is a tender shoot where there was nothing just a while ago. Where did it come from? It couldn't fit in there!! Could it??

The shoot grows longer and stronger. A plant emerges from where there was none. And it in turn starts to flower. Some flowers bloom only for a while. And then they are gone. Forever. It kind of makes you think. What was the point? If it had to go so soon then why did it bloom at all? Because life had a purpose for it. Nature has a purpose for it. It helps spread the seed for the next generation. For life to carry on. It also reminds us that nothing is permanent. That nothing lasts forever. That all things, no matter how beautiful, all meet the same end some day.

But all things serve a higher purpose. In the case of the flower, we know what that purpose is. But many times, in the case of people, we may never know what that purpose is. But ours is not to question. We all serve a higher purpose. A purpose which fits into the grand scheme of things. A scheme we cannot see. So we should all try to live life to the fullest, but live it in such a way, that we may discover a piece of that scheme that we are meant for. A piece where we fit in. That my friends is what heaven is all about!

The picture above is of a flower that bloomed on one on my plants. A few hours ago....it was bud. A few hours later....it was gone. But it got me thinking. And this is the product.

Key

The key to my heart,
Forgotten, its vague memory long since have part,
I'd like to know, if you don't mind,
What it looked like, and what kind?

When you stole it was it golden?
Did it shine in the sun?
Set with sparkling jewels,
and links strengthened as to never be undone?

Or was it just plain and simple?
Cold to the touch,
Silver and indistinguishable,
Looks never mattering much.

Was it a skeleton key?
Entrapment of nameless pain,
A symbol of grieving and,
Happiness's ultimate bane

Did it weigh in your pocket?
And play with your head?
Was its presence unbearable,
Keeping you awake in your bed?

Would it whisper in your ear?
A craving for turn of the lock,
Could you ignore its ceaseless cry
And its confident, gloating mock?

Is that why you stand before me?
Empty arms outstretched you see,
Asking yourself why oh why,
You threw away this key...

Prelude to Night

There is a lesson in this calamity of gold,
Though the struggling orb takes no solace,
Igniting against dusk one final onslaught bold.
Battalions of royal, red, sepia, pink,
Wash outward against night’s ally storm,
Engaging grey and violet, blue and black,
Until the sky bursts in a vanity of monstrous form.
Corpses of the fallen swath mountains of darkness
With their daunting wraiths of decaying hue
Until no more resistance can be fathomed…
Yet one last stand is bravely combusted anew.
I recognize despite an all devouring rout
This star will not go gentle into this death of light.
With grudging admiration for such heroic plight,
Humbled by this ageless battle’s evocative might.
I indulge in the stirring beauty of this sight,
Even as I celebrate my allegiance to mother night.

Seasons of Love

A new bud opened fresh and young
I saw the new life that Spring had begun
Love touched my heart as the soft Spring air
A gentle breeze whispered of the life we'd share
Spring a time of living never brought a love so true
And I had never lived a day before I met you
You opened my heart and filled my mind
Ours is true love, one hard to find

A full bloomed flower smells sweet and light
Summer makes everything warm and bright
Love made my heart shine as the June sun
A sparkling knowledge that you are the one
All the summer flowers that are in full bloom
Can't reach the heights of my great love for you
All of the sunshine will never come near
To the happiness I feel when you are here

In Autumn the leaves turn to bright fire gold
Everything withers and dies or gets old
The fire in my heart's as the gold of the trees
And Fall brings you in every cool breeze
Our love won't wither as Autumn leaves
Even when we're old, our love won't be!
In our hearts we'll forever be young
Just as the Springtime when love had begun

Winter comes softly with frost and snow
White is a blanket wherever we go
Just as a soft blanket, love keeps us both warm
Sheltering us from all of Life's harm
The coldness will never keep us apart
Only the happiness will live in our hearts
If as the Winter we grow old and die
I'll be with you always 'til the Spring comes by

Joyful Pain

Another night and here I am
Sitting in the dark again
Another day goes by
and I'm still asking why,
Why do I feel
the same constant pain?
Is it my mind, thoughts
or my heart
Is it an illusion, delusion
or confusion
I'm not certain
Though certain of
the reason and cause
The rose falls apart
and dies without rain
You see the pain I feel is joyful
yet leaves a burning sensation
deep within
Not a mistake, a regrettable fun
or unforgiven sin
Not a hidden secret
of a fruitless past abandoned
and left behind like snake's skin
Not lost hopes, or shattered
dreams never came to be
Not lost time or efforts
of running for the win
It's the pain of an aching lover
Who suffers every hour,
yet keeps it in!