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

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

midnight

Why is it that when the clock strikes midnight I feel the most alone?  Maybe it is because that midnight is when the fairytale ends.  Maybe it is the 12 long strokes of the clock that tick in my mind one by one reminding me of the pain.  One tear falls each tick, one sob escapes for each tock.
There is no glass slipper for me to return, there is only a piece of my heart missing.  I ask that you protect it so that one night when the clock does strike midnight you can fit it into the proper place and blow the storm of my eyes out of sight and instead of a tear and a sob, bring a hug and a kiss.
Midnight brings the pain as I lie awake every night since you have been gone praying for the welcoming sun so I may see your smile in the day, hear your laughter in the wind and feel your warmth.  And each day as the sun slowly sets my hopes of you returning to fix my broken heart fade only to be replaced with the torture of 12 midnight strokes reminding me of the pain.
I pledge to you my princess that I will keep fighting the horror of midnight and follow my trail of tears back to you and forever be your prince charming that we may live happily ever after.
Love will replace fear, hurt be overrun by healing.  Midnight replaced by 12 beats of our hearts entwined.

the rose

My thoughts turn to thee as the bud of a rose searches for every ray of sun that it may bloom into full beauty.
One petal opens as I think of the moment that I first saw you, I was trying not to stare.
Another petal opens as my hand intertwines with yours; wrapping together the feelings of each moment one by one that I get to spend with you.
As the sun continues to rise and reaches the rose each petal blossoms into full growth so that one may pass it on to the one he cares so deeply for that only a rose can stand as the symbol of his heart.

sitting here all alone

Sitting here all alone I see what the world is supposed to be a world where you are here with me and we laugh and cry as the days go by, giving of trust to find the love that was foretold of, that we dreamt of as the music of a child's heart played in the dark of night
Sitting here all alone a single tear drop falls off my cheek, saturating the barren ground to form a mirage of your face that gives me the hope to face one more day
Sitting here all alone I see others who have found the elusive beast of love and embraced it full heart
Sitting here all alone I hear your laughter, it rings through my heart reminding me that you are who you say you are
Sitting here all alone the stars shine brighter in a different majestic form, for they are far dimmer than when you are next to me, but put forth more the effort to create a gateway that allows me to gaze on you, and you on me as we sit alone looking up at the same night sky
Sitting here all alone I now know what you mean to me, and it breaks my heart that it took me sitting here all alone to see that you are what love is to me

my best friend's hands

I want to tell you about my best friend
He is a man that stands as tall as the mountains-immovable in his faith
His testimony whispers as the roar of a lion to the hearts of man
One look into his eyes and you see a world of wonder and curiosity
Orbiting around the focus of love towards his fellow men
His feet have walked many miles tracking down dreams and visions
His laughter shines down in a summer suns ray, whistling across a lake, swimming with God's creations
His character resembles that so closely to the Saviour, Jesus Christ,
That one can only tell them apart by the prints on their hands
Christ's hands bear the print of the nail, stained with redeeming drops of blood
Sent to do the Father's will and obeyed faithfully
My best friend, his hands hold the memories of souls uplifted,
His hands have crafted sculptures of diligence and faith
My best friends hands have left an imprint where it matters most
His hands are Christ's hands

you are making a difference

You may see an ordinary being when you look in the mirror
You may feel that you are of no worth
Or that one voice cannot raise a sacred strain
Often times you do not realize that God is using you
For his special purpose
It is time to take a step back and search the past to see that
You are making a difference

Clouded by societies judgement it is hard
To tune into the source that is saying such absurd things
For how could one of your stature make a difference?
You are a mere person with no educational power,
No outstanding wisdom, or pompous gain
In disbelief you continue to wonder, how in the world,
You are making a difference?

As you tremble down the street with no pace entrancing your walk,
You happen upon a lone being beckoning you to sit and watch
As the world slowly ticks by

In a rush your heart yearns for this lone being as you hear a story of grief and pain
And surprisingly you hear your voice start to raise a sacred strain;
One that you thought was aloof to your words
For hours you listen, for minutes you talk
And with a final soft tick the world of that day has gone by

This lone stranger stands to bid you adieu
Generously thanking you for allowing God to use you
In such a special way
As you embrace this mans hand you feel the print of the nail and understand just how
You have made a difference

Tears in your eyes you meet his beautiful gaze and manage to mouth the words
"Thank you"
As he turns to walk away the windows of heaven open as a scroll and you hear God whisper,
"My child, you are making a difference."