A Place

The heart has been pushed,
Into a place it has never walked before,
Overgrown with feeling, longing, belonging,
Desire overtaking its' every beat,
Wishing it could meet,
The equal.

The equal in every way imaginable,
What power it has over all sense of logic,
Rules' and regulations', set methodical.
Waiting for the beat of the equal,
We await to meet.

In the hand of destiny, all well planned,
How well the undertaking of this,
I see has been well scanned.
We await the future,
Of what has already been planned.
Destiny is at hand.

Autumns' Pale

What lays' ahead, only the future will tell,
If autumn will a spring, from the summers' trail,
We leave the sunshine, await the clouds' of hail,
We move into autumn's pale.

From autumn's pale, we see the leafs' fall to the ground,
Awaiting for promised sunshine found,
Water from the spring, we enjoy the fresh drink ,
We do await the flowers' that grow in the thick hedge row.

Birds' nesting in the trees', we see fledglings' learning to fly,
In the soft wind that the world does turn by,
Bring the birds' that do sing, at the beginning of spring.
Oh how love does grow, on flowers', drips' of water that does have power.

Clear and clean, no stain does the fresh stream bring.
Be it with clean voice does the clouds' do hail,
Bring the water from autumns' pale.