Shadows of the Heart & Soul
by Amelia A. May
Brothers Calling Me Home
Brothers need me Home
I stood and watched the morning arise,
Though the air cold and crisp still it memorizes.
The touch of the sun its fingers reached out,
Connecting the light chasing the darkness away.
My eyes searching up into the brightening sky,
Filling with firing colors bidding the stars goodbye.
A white blanket surrounding covering all I know,
Its calmness reaching deep into my soul.
They wait for me this is certain as anything,
True are my friends unquestionably loyal as my aim.
A breath I draw in awakening my senses to the new day,
Sighing I must go nodding to myself “it’s time” I say.
Their call though silent in the wind yet it’s known,
A worry, a concern my brothers need me home.
By A.A. May
THE SEVEN POINTS APPEAR, WHEN PAST AND PRESENT MEET.
HISTORY’S TRUTH WILL BE PROVEN WITH IT’S FLEET.
AND THE PROPHECY SHALL BEGIN…….
AS THE SUN AND MOON STAND SIDE BY SIDE, BROTHERS IN ARMS IN THE FIGHT.
AT THE MOMENT THE STORM’S GREAT WREATH STARTS,
AS STRUGGLE FOR SURVIVAL BEGINS, EITHER CAN WIN….
A HEART OF OLD AND NEW BLOOD WILL STAND, STRONG IN IT’S BELIEF,
THEIR SIGHT UNTURNED, THEIR WILL UNBREAKABLE , A STRENGTH UNMEASURABLE, BORN OF FAITH.
RAGES, HATES AND FEARS FACE TO FACE , AS LIGHT AND DARKNESS ARE ONE .
A CHOICE, A DECISION, FATE IS MADE AND SEALED, WHAT WAS UNMOVABLE, IS MOVED.
TAKEN, GIVEN TO PROTECT. THAT, THAT COULDN'T BE BROKEN , IS. IN THOUGHT, IN HEART, IN SOUL.
TWO HALVES HELD SEPARATE. HONER AND LIGHT MAKES IT WHOLE, EVEN THOUGH APART.
SEALING THE FATE, ONLY IF THE OTHER POINTS BELIEVES, SAYS AND KNOWS.
ONLY THEN WILL IT SURVIVE THE BATTLE IN THE SOUL.
IN THE END EITHER DARKNESS WILL WIN, AS LIGHT IS LOST AND CAN’T DEFEND.
OR RIGHT WILL STAND WITH, STRENGTH, HONOR, LOVE, HOPE, TRUST, COMPASSION AND FAITH ,
SURROUNDING THE SIGHT OF LIGHT…
JUST TO GIVE THANKS
Thanksgiving, an American holiday,
The day they gave thanks for their new home,
their new lives, their new friends, their families.
But it is wrong, though born out of history,
of reason of date of place and time,
of saturation and written pen.
It is a day felt deep within the heart and soul,
shared to all each in passing, in touch,
in spoken word in a hand held out.
Not just America, in any country, any land, all people,
holding dear that, that they are so thankful for,
in every aspect that touches their core.
The warmth they find in the eyes of their child,
embrace you hold in the arms of family,
the smile given of a friend far across the miles.
Today is the day for giving thanks,
not just for coming to a new world but for all,
who reaches out to dream, to hope, to love,
to family, to friends,
just to give Thanks.
The Ballad of Teri: The Lady Gambler
I enter the room, my sights search all around,
noting where all stand,where everything is even sound.
I see the lady in which I seek,
Poised she sits but only a fool though thinks she's weak.
I step closer to the table in which she resides,
feeling her presence immediately I can't deny.
She knows I'm there looking up and meeting my gaze,
the warmth her eyes allure sends me in a daze.
But just as I begin to fall in her spell,
her mischievous grin stops me when I would of fell.
I remind myself the reason I'm here again,
to win and retrieve the item she has of my sin.
There it is hanging on the wall for her sight,
showing it, her prized trophy she won that night.
To most do not know only a clothe do they see,
To her she knows the meaning, the reason, it's her key.
One of the best I am , even she agrees I do not need to cheat,
I was unfairly taken once left only with the item when beat.
Though she did win it fair and square from my mother's que,
She knew the story behind it as well as seeing the view.
I sit down at her table meeting her stare,
the cards are dealt with her gentle care.
Finally I speak, "I bid all I have against that on the wall."
Her answer with a sweet innocent smile, "I call'
Cards we lay down I'm sure I'll win,
All sound stops, the silence eerie in her den.
Her voice soft as it floats to my ears,
"The tablecloth is still mine Ezra dear."
She has beaten me again I sigh,
My straight lost to her four aces high......
Ezra P. Standish
Vin made a dream catcher for Rain and Nathan’s little girl. He’s was baby sitting her and as she slept he put
the dream catcher above her saying.....
Dream Sweet Dreams
Dream sweet dreams of what could be
Dream sweet dreams of what tomorrow might bring.
A special weave to give smiles,hopes and wishes,
A special weave made with star dust and angle kisses.
Catcher spinning in the sun light just for you,
Catcher shining in the moon light to sleep it woes.
Watching over there precious face soft as a dove,
Watching over the sweet gift given loved from above.
Amelia May/A.A. May
|Title: Seven Who Shined
Character Focus: All
Seven who Shined
He stood staring at the full tree,
covered in white ribbons of children's dreams.
A spark of hope they carried still,
though pain and loss they've only known to deal.
He let his eyes travel through all the names,
tied with string on the branches holding there flame.
He heard the lady say how sad she was,
for not a single child had been claimed.
Shocked he felt course through his blood and bone,
how could none care, how could they condone.
A single tear runs down his face,
as memories of himself, same place same case.
His spark of hope begun to lose so long ago,
when all he lost, all alone and none to know.
No he cries inside his mind,
as six brothers join his side.
One look and they know sharing his heart's pain,
together they vow another will not know the same.
A single step with each hands reach and strip the tree,
bare now of ribbons for one soul was the key.
They gathered the wishes for all angles hung,
this year none would be forgotten they sung.
One had stopped and stared in memory's bind,
but in the end it was seven who shined....
By A.A. May