What Will Come?

There's a stirring in the air

On this lazy August day

i can feel it coming if i dare...

New and exciting in a way

Wait! amidst the wind...there it is!

The clouds darken together

More...a feeling more, but not of bliss

Strange how this feeling creeps over me because of weather

But i feel it growing stronger

In my soul and in my mind

Is it gone...or is there more

If i stay what will i find?

Maybe the skies are warning me

Of something that is to come

Cause the blackness is prevailing and i cannot see the sun

The trees bend their branches back and the wind doth hum

But here i still stand waiting to see what will

Come...

- CSL-

Pretty Times Gone

Where have all the pretty times gone?
The days were filled with jokes and giddy laughter.
I miss hearing the birds make fun of our careless ways,
And hearing our voices dance up to the rafters.

Where have all the pretty times gone?
Hand in hand, we drank from immaculate streams.
We disregarded all material things,
We played with words and we played with dreams.

Where have all the pretty times gone?
We basked in the light arrayed by the sun.
But when it rained we danced, exalting the heavens,
Letting the drops melt into our tongues.

Where have all the pretty times gone?
Where is the singing? Where is the sun?
Where is the rain? Where is everyone?
Where have all the pretty times gone?
They have left and we dance no more.
~Annie K. :)

Kate Rusby.....

Lay me down gently, lay me down low,


I fear I am broken and won't mend, I know.


One thing I ask when the stars light the skies,


Who now will sing me lullabies,


Oh who now will sing me lullabies.






In this big world I'm lonely, for I am but small,


Oh angels in heaven, don't you care for me at all?


You heard my heart breaking for it rang through the skies,


So why don't you sing me lullabies,


Oh why don't you sing me lullabies.






I lay here; I'm weeping for the stars they have come,


I lay here not sleeping; now the long night has begun.


The man in the moon, oh he can't help but cry,


For there's no one to sing me lullabies,


Oh there's no one to sing me lullabies.






So lay me down gently, oh lay me down low,


I fear I am broken and won't mend, I know .


One thing I ask when the stars light the skies,


Who now will sing me lullabies,


Oh who now will sing me lullabies.






Who will sing me to sleep


Who will sing me to sleep


Who will sing me to sleep


Who will sing me to sleep

She Sat and Sang.......

SHE SAT AND SANG







by: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)






HE sat and sang alway


By the green margin of a stream,


Watching the fishes leap and play


Beneath the glad sunbeam.






I sat and wept alway


Beneath the moon's most shadowy beam,


Watching the blossoms of the May


Weep leaves into the stream.






I wept for memory;


She sang for hope that is so fair:


My tears were swallowed by the sea;


Her songs died in the air.