Ocean Sunset

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Castle on the Hill

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From a Tiny Speck of Dust

source Conveyance of one's heart In poetic interlude Requires a bit of skill It's not a simple thing to do To build a mighty forest From a tiny speck of dust Thesaurus in one's hand Parchment, quill and ink a must At first to sketch the framework With the artist's mighty pen Then ambiance and color Softly wander in Throughout the toil and trouble Stroking with Thesaurian brush Springs forth from desolation Forest fashioned emerald, lush So therefore inspired comrades Arm thyself with tools of trade Contemplate poetic form Peruse a classic once per day Compile your toolbox wisely Furnish it with skills inside Your work will rise much higher From the aptitude you'll find For it requires more than talent And an artist's loving touch To build a mighty forest From a tiny speck of dust —Michele Cameron Drew  Copyright ©2009 Michele Cameron Drew. All Rights Reserved.

Past Indecision

source Indecision of the past, Etched into a stone's age, Fades love's fragile beauty, Into the arms of obscurity.  —Michele Cameron Drew Copyright © 2009 Michele Cameron Drew. All Rights Reserved.

The Star

original artwork by author                One evening as I looked up high, I plucked a bright star from the sky. I pulled it down in front of me, And was amazed. What did I see? There you stood in Heaven's shine. I had to have you for all mine. But the thing I did not see, Is you were not meant just for me. Heaven gives us stars above, For all of us to see His love, A blessing that can't be compared, A legacy for all to share. Perhaps someday down to Earth, You'll fall and there will be rebirth. And then maybe you'll be mine, Together 'til the end of time. But if it never comes that day, You know I'll love you anyway. I'll know deep down that you love me, As twinkling, you wink back... at me. —Michele Cameron Drew Copyright © 2009 Michele Cameron Drew. All Rights Reserved.

In the Wind

source In wind absorbed like summer rain, We walk through forest green, Where the weathered lineage falls, Fruit of the future tree. Off in the distance two bluebirds fly, Sweet melodies they sing, Rainbow over the bubbling brook, I wouldn't change a thing. Hands gently clasped, the crackle of twigs, Beneath our feet do fall. And the love we've waited for, Its moment comes to call. A moment cast in happiness, A seed for you and me, Planted now in such sweet taste, Fruit of the future tree. 'neath the colours of a perfect sky, Our touch of warmth and grace, First smiling kiss a gentle caress, Lips sweetest to the taste. Our hearts are filled with love and hope, No one else can take away. We pray to Him to guide us through, And help us stay this way. Where the weathered lineage falls, Fruit of the future tree. In wind absorbed like summer rain, We walk through forest green. —Michele Cameron Drew Copyright ©2009 Michele Cameron Drew. All Rights Reserved.