The rising sun cresting the snow tipped peaks cannot compare in beauty to you
The gentlest ocean breeze no matter how soft and warm cannot replace
Your whisper on my lips
A birds eye view while soaring through the open blue does not suffice
As when I dream while gazing into your baby blues
I don't have wings but I got two feet that I have used to climb
In order to look through god's window to find what I was searching for
It is your beauty that causes the sun to crest the peaks
It is your whisper upon my lips that gently rocks the ocean
Gazing upon you and beholding your beauty is what gives me wings
That I may soar through the open skies with you as my Angel by my side
From this heavenly view I see that your beauty
Runs deeper than I have ever known
The radiant luster of your heart hypnotizes the moon and baffles the stars
Your compassion is a beacon of hope to all weary souls lost in the fog
Of the storm we call life
For even when you are in pain your tear drops bring a cleansing rain
This is my ballad of my heart, raised with all my soul
That I will always love you just the way you are
Trent Weldon
A writer is who I am meant to be
Friday, December 7, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
what you mean to me
The price of silver and gold cannot add up of what you mean to me
All the rubies and jewels of the wealthiest palace will never outshine
What you mean to me
What you mean to me will never tarnish and never fade
For what you mean to me is under lock and key in a place
That only you and me have the key to unlock the safe of what you mean to me
What you mean to me cannot compare to the world or any legendary hidden treasure
For only I can speak the true value of what you mean to me
What you mean to me runs so deep that it has become a part of me
Speak as I may, only a fraction of my words will land in the diamond
Of What you mean to me
For it is my heart that holds what you mean to me
You must listen to its beat and count the price from the look in my eye
And measure its weight by taking my hand
But, to complete the diamond your smile must land on my lips
For you to know
What you mean to me
Friday, October 19, 2012
thank you
There are
two words that I never thought I would say to some that passed through my life
And there
is one in my life that I must speak those two words to everyday
To those
that came and went and took a piece of me with you just know that you did not
avail
I may
have had sleepless nights and troubled days, but as I always do I found my way
To the
one in my life I cherish you dear, because of you I no longer fear
But have
days full of glory and cheer
To the
world I speak, but single out a few; you know who you are
Thank You
for my broken heart
Once I
thought that impossible to say but hear me now,
Thank You
for my broken heart
When you
thought you won you only paved the way to the one I speak of now
Thank You
for mending my heart
I shout
it out loud so all can hear, my heart is no longer broken
But
complete by the one I hold near
Two
simple words
Than You
But
spoken to different ears has a very different meaning
One
bitter and cold, and to my love full of knowledge that what I have spoken is
clear
To the
world I say,
Thank You
for my broken heart
To my
love I whisper
Thank You
for healing my heart
rain
Slowly it starts, steadily it increases
My mind and heart are at war if it brings a washing relief
Or a grueling retreat
One drop at a time my mask is washed away
And soon I am revealed by the rain
Caught off guard I lower my head,
I don't know if I can hold my head high in the rain
It may mask my tears but also wets my fears
Until they rush out into the storm causing thunderings
That every soul can hear
Now alone with no mask and secrets revealed
I start to walk in the heart drenching rain
And let my feet guide me where they may
Cold and wet I look to the sky
And ever so slightly see a break in the clouds
That reminds me there is still someone worth fighting for
That moment will carry me on until the next rain comes
Eventually leading me to the time when no matter how dark
The sun will always shine in my life
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
the darkness before the dawn
Living in a world where everything is at our fingertips
What I want most is just out of reach
Walking alone I wonder if I am in the darkness before the dawn
My feet move and life goes on but I feel as stagnant as a dirty pond
Quenching the life out of anything that attempts to move on
A shadow has fallen, banishing the light to the farthest corners
Hope is all I have left to yield against the most terrifying of horrors
In the land of the darkness before the dawn
Just when I feel as though I have the upper hand I tend to forget
My strategic battle plan of how to survive this gladiator spectacle of a place
Despair and discouragement are the strongest of my woes,
They seek to suck me into the stench of misery and bind me to believe
That there is no escape from the darkness before the dawn
On the brink of letting go and drowning in the stagnant stench,
A hand plunge deep grasping my soul and pulling me back to life
As my heart vomits the unwanted taste of loneliness,
I recognize the touch of love upon my face
Opening my eyes, and shedding the shadow of disgrace
The darkness before the dawn
Has atlas been replaced
What I want most is just out of reach
Walking alone I wonder if I am in the darkness before the dawn
My feet move and life goes on but I feel as stagnant as a dirty pond
Quenching the life out of anything that attempts to move on
A shadow has fallen, banishing the light to the farthest corners
Hope is all I have left to yield against the most terrifying of horrors
In the land of the darkness before the dawn
Just when I feel as though I have the upper hand I tend to forget
My strategic battle plan of how to survive this gladiator spectacle of a place
Despair and discouragement are the strongest of my woes,
They seek to suck me into the stench of misery and bind me to believe
That there is no escape from the darkness before the dawn
On the brink of letting go and drowning in the stagnant stench,
A hand plunge deep grasping my soul and pulling me back to life
As my heart vomits the unwanted taste of loneliness,
I recognize the touch of love upon my face
Opening my eyes, and shedding the shadow of disgrace
The darkness before the dawn
Has atlas been replaced
Monday, October 1, 2012
a knight within the night
Sleep is a peculiar thing, it may bring images of joy or nightmares of fright
Some nights I want to cry, others I just want to sleep and only awake to the lustrous sight of your beautiful face ready to wake me from my deep slumber with loves passionate delight and return me to mornings first light.
Each day is a new beginning, each night and endless prayer, a vicious cycle that I am damned to repeat until winters solstice is complete and the fateful winds bring my heart back to me
Dreary I will sleep, refreshed I will awake, and go about each hour in a cunning way
To some I will smile
To others I will weep
To my Maker I beg that he be with you in flight and send his angels to comfort you at night
Your Knight I will forever be, watch as I ride upon my true and loyal steed into your dreams at night and sweep you, my princess, away into loves ever basking light
And end the cruel torture I endure at night
Some nights I want to cry, others I just want to sleep and only awake to the lustrous sight of your beautiful face ready to wake me from my deep slumber with loves passionate delight and return me to mornings first light.
Each day is a new beginning, each night and endless prayer, a vicious cycle that I am damned to repeat until winters solstice is complete and the fateful winds bring my heart back to me
Dreary I will sleep, refreshed I will awake, and go about each hour in a cunning way
To some I will smile
To others I will weep
To my Maker I beg that he be with you in flight and send his angels to comfort you at night
Your Knight I will forever be, watch as I ride upon my true and loyal steed into your dreams at night and sweep you, my princess, away into loves ever basking light
And end the cruel torture I endure at night
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
seasons of memories
Slowly the colors of the leaves start to change
Each bringing a new beauty to the land
And exposing one more mystery
As each leaf takes its course and trickles to the ground
A memory of you is twirled around
A memory of a dance on a bridge and a kiss in the young summers night
A memory of us swimming in the moonlight
A memory of us sharing laughter
A memory of you smiling in my direction
A memory of you from the first time we spoke after so many years
A memory of when you said yes to me
One by one each leaf falls
Until the last one tumbles heavy with snow fall
Each snowflake that comes down is a new opportunity to create a memory with you
And so the seasons will change
And memories continue to be made
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