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Please Scroll Down For A Sunny Saturday Afternoon, A Ballad of Love
Our Magic Within
Defined cracks, long swollen in a dark pit,
Tied down by locked marbles of the mind,
Begin to slowly mold, heal to the new light,
That shines so real within his rusted tomb.
An inner sanctuary with sweet dreams of hope,
shed from the soul of each breath taken.
A wholeness faintly glows his body,
a newness welcomes his dreams.
Into a waterfall, his mind's eye sees,
fairies that fly and flutter with glee,
Unreal magic ignites once again,
through the depths of a real world.
Friends of the stars two souls become,
taking a ride through a sleepy night's eye.
Spirits of the light streak against the sky,
the way begins by the touch of the light.
Yesterday and today, fantasy and reality,
spread hand in hand, as dreams never die,
to be found glowing as gold, deep within
everyone's beautifully lit soul.
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A Sunny Saturday Afternoon
The healthy sun gives from high up,
it's love and heat and rays, upon flesh.
The love and heat and rays, into water
underneath our feet, in between a breeze.
Midday sunshine warms our faces
with sunny smiles, we laugh and walk.
New and old people seem to march on by,
concerned, almost too busy to say hi.
Sweet scented plants along the market.
Freshest greens gathered this day.
Sweetest fruits dance colors in eye.
Friendly people help along the market.
Strangers share their smile this day.
Goodness within hearts, in every eye.
Wild flowers shine out from afar,
glitter the eyes of the admirer.
Naturally scented, colored plant
singing in the little wild by the road.
Brightest day, many past under toes.
This day, to arrive home with greens
and fruits and sweet scented plants.
A sunny saturday afternoon with mom.
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A Ballad of Love
Challenged into the great halls,
Upon the throne he gazes,
To the light she paces,
Beneath the sun, under she falls.
Tiny ticks of steps slide time,
Within each word she gives,
To our ears, she lives,
The voice of her soul shines.
The knight's arm sways,
Overhead the land,
Pranced without band,
Into the glaze of the sun's way.
Harmonic grace shrills peace,
Bellowing within her heart,
the haven of her every part,
A serene flower of soft fleece.
© Copyright 2000 Kenneth Jp Drysdale