ThanksgivingHave you seen the stars tonightBefore they take to morning flight?Or pondered whence has come their lightTo awe us with their feeble might?Have you sniffed that flower rare,Been held fast by its perfumed snare?Else have you been quite unawareThe simplest bloom could be most fair?Have you heard the cuckoo's song?Or even tried to sing along?Its heartfelt tune just two notes strong:Why stop to think what could go wrong?Have you sipped bees' nectar sweetFrom clover, rose or marguerite,Appreciated 'tis no mean featTo labor in the summer heat?Have you hugged a friend todayTo show what words may fail to say?Or smi
My WealthYour love and friendshipAre all I have in this world.I am greatly blessed.
Why do I write with invisible ink?Why do I write with invisible ink?Why wallow in this my passionless fate,A rainbow of dreams I'm forced to rethink,Where pragmatic voices gently dictate?T'was love at our first encounter back thenA true partnership none else would equate.Which well-meaning sense praised time and againYet detoured to paths more verdant and straight.For Life took it's time to whisper the truth:That poverty will contentment negate.While tarrying at the crossroads of youthWeak I was to heed what old wives would state:The heart's choices paint not one's future pink.That's why I write with invisible ink.
ObsoleteOur library, 'tis a lonely place,Mere shadow of its bustling self,For curious souls no longer paceEach aisle between each crowded shelf.Spiders loosed have spun their homes'Neath tables stowed in empty nooks.A different kind of bookworm roamsAnd feasts on yellowed dormant books.Long idle years have snowed uponUntrodden floors an inch of dust;Brass knobs, erst rivals of the sun,Have shed their coats for autumn's rust.Fingers shrewd that once leafed throughEach dog-eared tome with eagernessNow deftly type a word or twoTo start a vapid search process.'Cause those who used to beat a pathTowards its doors after ea
SoulmateIn that single glance,a flash of recognition:I saw me--and more.
OmniscientSome irrational?For Him, all are rational,He who sees the whole.
In aweYour soul's beauty grows every time I gaze at you;It dazzles my eyes.
Sta.sh
