If I could only wish upon a star,
That I might be where you are;
I'd fill each moment with a kiss,
And tell you how very much I miss,
The smile that warmed every day,
The funny things you would say,
The twinkle in your eyes so bright,
If I could see you I just might,
Risk everything I hold so dear,
Just to have you with me here.
I'd swim across the Atlantic Ocean,
To set things in their proper motion.
It would not be courage I would lack,
If I thought you could be back,
Within the arms made only for you;
There is truly nothing I would not do.
Copyright Beth Layne 2003
Friday, February 20, 2009
Reunion
The man who has stolen my heart
Through centuries of darkness and light,
Stands before me now in perfect vision
Just as I was giving up the fight.
His eyes are bold and a wise steel blue;
His hair is of the darkest raven;
Stature in perfect compliment of my own;
Brilliantly smiling and clean shaven!
Locked in the recognition of mates;
The world seems suspended in time;
All around notice the explosion;
Hearts that were so hard to find.
So long had we waited painfully
In search of our missing piece;
Past travels mean nothing now.
The search, now, will finally cease.
Copyright Beth Layne 1996
Through centuries of darkness and light,
Stands before me now in perfect vision
Just as I was giving up the fight.
His eyes are bold and a wise steel blue;
His hair is of the darkest raven;
Stature in perfect compliment of my own;
Brilliantly smiling and clean shaven!
Locked in the recognition of mates;
The world seems suspended in time;
All around notice the explosion;
Hearts that were so hard to find.
So long had we waited painfully
In search of our missing piece;
Past travels mean nothing now.
The search, now, will finally cease.
Copyright Beth Layne 1996
A Medium's Prayer
It is a mystery still to me;
Those to whom I fall prey;
Lost souls flock to my nest -
Though they tend not to stay.
I care for those who are weak
By feeding them strength;
I give only what I receive;
My soul has not length.
I only show them the way
To finally release and fly free;
I cannot control, although
What they choose to be.
It is only my understanding,
All I have to offer within;
With the hope one lost soul -
Will finally be able to transcend.
Copyright Beth Layne 2003
Those to whom I fall prey;
Lost souls flock to my nest -
Though they tend not to stay.
I care for those who are weak
By feeding them strength;
I give only what I receive;
My soul has not length.
I only show them the way
To finally release and fly free;
I cannot control, although
What they choose to be.
It is only my understanding,
All I have to offer within;
With the hope one lost soul -
Will finally be able to transcend.
Copyright Beth Layne 2003
Risk Factor
Centuries of lessons have I learned;
I have risked all to be free!
A dilemma, there never has been;
To happiness, risks are the key.
There are things I would not risk,
But only one or two of order;
Still those are not for gamble;
The key, in part, is drawing the border.
Know what you are willing to lose;
The prize worth all the more;
Freedom is not to be taken lightly -
For even, always becomes the score.
Copyright Beth Layne 1998
I have risked all to be free!
A dilemma, there never has been;
To happiness, risks are the key.
There are things I would not risk,
But only one or two of order;
Still those are not for gamble;
The key, in part, is drawing the border.
Know what you are willing to lose;
The prize worth all the more;
Freedom is not to be taken lightly -
For even, always becomes the score.
Copyright Beth Layne 1998
Self Encounter
An illusion of magnificent reality -
Caught in the image of mind's eye;
Restlessly waiting for opportune times;
Relentlessly aching to defy.
A pillar of the endless cycle,
Standing stubbornly in its path;
Proud and true, a dream of past
Roaring hysterically with its wrath.
A vision of one's mirror of self;
Mocking the realization of sight,
Smiling with a sense of great will;
Wings open wide for night flight.
Caught in the image of mind's eye;
Restlessly waiting for opportune times;
Relentlessly aching to defy.
A pillar of the endless cycle,
Standing stubbornly in its path;
Proud and true, a dream of past
Roaring hysterically with its wrath.
A vision of one's mirror of self;
Mocking the realization of sight,
Smiling with a sense of great will;
Wings open wide for night flight.
Two Faces
However would the morrow seem now,
Endless ponder I am sure awaits me;
Beneath the stars I saw the light;
Luck is mine for no one else to see!
Though fool I'm sure I must seem,
Truth be known, I see clear;
No more moments of time wasted;
Stories I won't be around to hear.
Loyalty should be an easy offer,
Given, it is, only in instance rare;
Matched by the lack of trust;
Face of expression we all share.
Thoughts read by a look of eyes;
Secrets revealed, though not intended;
Would not a better place be
One where none had pretended?
Copyright Beth Layne 1998
Endless ponder I am sure awaits me;
Beneath the stars I saw the light;
Luck is mine for no one else to see!
Though fool I'm sure I must seem,
Truth be known, I see clear;
No more moments of time wasted;
Stories I won't be around to hear.
Loyalty should be an easy offer,
Given, it is, only in instance rare;
Matched by the lack of trust;
Face of expression we all share.
Thoughts read by a look of eyes;
Secrets revealed, though not intended;
Would not a better place be
One where none had pretended?
Copyright Beth Layne 1998
Moutain Bliss
Pillowy softness, endless still
Among the skies so high;
Blue smoke among the heavens,
Though never of nature shy.
Mountains of forest lusture
Where rivers flow through;
Wildlife in ever abundance;
Every day is fresh and new.
Rain to cool the days,
Beautiful colors of fall;
Snow capped beauty by winter;
Summer is best of all!
Shaded by southern trees,
In a land full of clean air;
Our haven in the hills;
Our peace within our prayer.
Copyright Beth Layne 1997
Among the skies so high;
Blue smoke among the heavens,
Though never of nature shy.
Mountains of forest lusture
Where rivers flow through;
Wildlife in ever abundance;
Every day is fresh and new.
Rain to cool the days,
Beautiful colors of fall;
Snow capped beauty by winter;
Summer is best of all!
Shaded by southern trees,
In a land full of clean air;
Our haven in the hills;
Our peace within our prayer.
Copyright Beth Layne 1997
Sweet Revenge
Hearty is the voice of laughter I hear
Likely wonder it is my very own!
I waited forever for the end result;
Though whether worth it is yet to be known.
If it comes around, around it must go!
Myth or truth? I did decide;
Through experiment and utmost patience;
In the end, it is evident who lied.
Friends you discover in truth so soon,
When trust is needed in desperate form;
Fear separates the ones who believe -
Cold now, the look that should be warm.
Envy and prestige be yours ever more -
If listening and patience keep wise;
For none the better for precious revenge -
Was it truly worth the ultimate prize?
Copyright Beth Layne 1999
Likely wonder it is my very own!
I waited forever for the end result;
Though whether worth it is yet to be known.
If it comes around, around it must go!
Myth or truth? I did decide;
Through experiment and utmost patience;
In the end, it is evident who lied.
Friends you discover in truth so soon,
When trust is needed in desperate form;
Fear separates the ones who believe -
Cold now, the look that should be warm.
Envy and prestige be yours ever more -
If listening and patience keep wise;
For none the better for precious revenge -
Was it truly worth the ultimate prize?
Copyright Beth Layne 1999
Nature's Wine
Morning in its ever lasting glow
Upon the dew of the mountain -
The sweet smell of another day;
A cool drink from nature's fountain.
The chill of the year's first snow,
The smell of the rain on the pines;
The brilliant color of a perfect rose;
A taste of nature's intoxicating wine.
Copyright Beth Layne 1998
Upon the dew of the mountain -
The sweet smell of another day;
A cool drink from nature's fountain.
The chill of the year's first snow,
The smell of the rain on the pines;
The brilliant color of a perfect rose;
A taste of nature's intoxicating wine.
Copyright Beth Layne 1998
Sound Judgement
Criminally insane, of defense, I have not -
Though free and clear I have never been;
Lost to the world and all those in it;
Of this, I am most certainly guilty of sin.
A world of imaginary personalities -
Fear where the outcome is already known;
Life is full of passion and inspiration -
Though now tame, I reap as I have sown.
My spirit is free as it always has been -
The walls about me could never bar that;
Though try as they might to force control,
It is only behind these walls I have sat.
A tender character is one that is born -
Life only molds through what is around;
The soul will endure for lessons learned -
Who is the judge of what is sound?
Copyright Beth Layne 2001
Though free and clear I have never been;
Lost to the world and all those in it;
Of this, I am most certainly guilty of sin.
A world of imaginary personalities -
Fear where the outcome is already known;
Life is full of passion and inspiration -
Though now tame, I reap as I have sown.
My spirit is free as it always has been -
The walls about me could never bar that;
Though try as they might to force control,
It is only behind these walls I have sat.
A tender character is one that is born -
Life only molds through what is around;
The soul will endure for lessons learned -
Who is the judge of what is sound?
Copyright Beth Layne 2001
Shine
Position yourself wherever you may be,
Amongst the stars; a shining light.
Glow openly from within your soul,
And let your spirit take flight.
Love everyone you see openly;
Let go and be one with all;
Be as you are intended to be;
Let your light shine bright and tall.
Copyright Beth Layne 2003
Amongst the stars; a shining light.
Glow openly from within your soul,
And let your spirit take flight.
Love everyone you see openly;
Let go and be one with all;
Be as you are intended to be;
Let your light shine bright and tall.
Copyright Beth Layne 2003
Heaven
Escape with me to a world unknown
Where nothing matters except love and life;
Where children play without fear -
No more hardship, no more strife.
Where roses bloom throughout the winter
And grass nor trees ever die;
Where sunshine is a friend, not an enemy -
And no one is ever sad to cry.
A place where no evil egos exist
So there is never a person who is mean;
There, all the world is a splendid place -
And ugly faces are never seen.
I close my eyes and see this place
With castles cascading from the air;
Where money nor gold is a requirement -
And in all the land, nothing is unfair.
A land where people are not afraid to love
And hearts are given without fear;
Where laughter and happiness fill every day -
We'll live for each moment year after year.
Copyright Beth Layne 1993
Where nothing matters except love and life;
Where children play without fear -
No more hardship, no more strife.
Where roses bloom throughout the winter
And grass nor trees ever die;
Where sunshine is a friend, not an enemy -
And no one is ever sad to cry.
A place where no evil egos exist
So there is never a person who is mean;
There, all the world is a splendid place -
And ugly faces are never seen.
I close my eyes and see this place
With castles cascading from the air;
Where money nor gold is a requirement -
And in all the land, nothing is unfair.
A land where people are not afraid to love
And hearts are given without fear;
Where laughter and happiness fill every day -
We'll live for each moment year after year.
Copyright Beth Layne 1993
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