I Will Write You a Song Reality without dreams, Is just somebody's nightmare, While, dreams without reality, Are someone else's fantasy. Which is why the smallest pond, Remains the busiest place, Shedding invaluable light, Upon the Big Picture. Whenever the dreamer awakens, Only to live their dream. Come away with me, in the night, And I will write you a song. Soaring between the sun and moon, Dancing beneath all the stars in the heavens, Only to find a cleft in the earth, Climbing the dark side of the moon, Where the Mother of All lends life to everything. Sudden swelling assembly at the top, Melting languidly into the sunrise, Arouses my blissful contentment. Whereupon without a warning, The light within, becomes One, Crescendo of the divine thunder, Upward spiraling sublime rapture!
Spring into Action Atlas supposedly carries the world upon his back, But it is woman who roars like a lion, And purrs like a kitten, Who holds up even the ground, And, from which all life springs! To be true to herself, Embracing humble simplicity, As well as, the elegance of nature, The cat is on the prowl! And, preparing to pounce! Ready, to spring into action! Discovering what playmates await! And satisfaction in doing what they were born to do.