We Dance in a Garden

We dance in a garden,
Time dances around us,
We are holding hands,
Your arms keep me safe.

And I feel like I'm home,
For where is home to us?
It's where our souls and hearts,
Are together, never apart.

Our love is the music,
We sway to it slowly,
Moonlight is showering down,
The night cradles we two.

Our garden, our love, our life,
As we rock back in chairs,
Old though we may be,
Our minds still dance together.

Our memories are the garden,
And we shall stay there,
Till death do us part, my dear,
And till death I shall love you.

Better

Better to do than dream,
Better to be strong than lean,
Better to love than hate,
Better to be early than late.

Harder to smile than frown,
Harder to go up than down,
Harder to laugh than cry,
Harder to live than die.

Wiser to hope than despair,
Wiser to help than not care,
Wiser to go in than out,
Wiser to believe than doubt.

I Believe in the Ocean

I believe in the ocean,
Every drop and every wave,
It's metaphor of cleansing,
And the truth of its power.

I believe in its loveliness,
And the way it hits the rocks,
Which over time become sand,
For everyone to touch.

I believe in its strength,
And the breath it gives fish,
All the life beneath the waves,
And yet death for any human.

I truly love its water,
And the energy it gives me,
The life it can restore to me,
Because I believe in the ocean.

A Drabble

I trust you like I trust every breath of air,
I want you like I want the ocean's water on my toes,
I feel you like I feel the sun heating my skin,
I know you like I know the moon is brightest when it's full,
I hear you like I hear the bird's song every sunny day,
I love you as assuredly as light can make a rainbow.

The Sound of Birds and a Distant Factory

I sit outside, the sun is bright,
But not as bright, as the day before,
Memories come to me, like the gentle breeze
Breeze not strong enough, to push at the door.

I've never longed for flowers, as I long for the sunshine
Because flowers don't imprint, on my pale white skin,
Flowers are for the dead, not the living
Sunshine makes me happy, more happy than I've been.

The birds chirp away, not because they're happy
But because it's their job, and they only do,
The birds never think, about my sunshine
They take it for granted, more than me or you,

So I'm sitting outside, with just the bright sun
I'm all alone today, but I still remain happy,
Flowers are dying, but I'm still alive,
The sound of birds, and a distant factory.

The Blank Page

The page is blank,
And I'm not writing,
Words have failed me,
This feels like dying.

Left with no inspiration,
Alone with an empty head,
Trying to find the words,
Looking back at the ones I've said.

Maybe I've written too much,
And I have no more words to say,
Maybe this will be my last poem,
Maybe this will end today.

But now I realize what is true,
As I look out at the pouring rain,
Painters get inspiration from their eyes,
Poets get it from their brains.

And now I see the words I've written,
Looking at my beautiful revelation,
Words have appeared upon the page,
And that is my inspiration.

Oceanic Mindset

We're swimming in what we believe to be an ocean,
Dreaming because we need a new reality,
Faking because at best we are all liars,
Believing that one day we will be alright.

Truth is like a river it flows quickly and it erodes the rocks,
And if you aren't careful you will crack your skull,
There is nothing more hurtful than the truth,
Especially when it comes from the mouth of those you love.

When I find I have trouble sleeping I dream of the ocean,
Because one day I suspect my body will be floating in it,
After all, what is death, but a long sleep?
And soon I will be sleeping in eternity.

People make it sound like your life is wasting away,
And I believe sometimes they are right,
But with my very own lonely oceanic mindset,
Maybe one day I'll find a better reason to live.