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The quiet breeze touches the warm skin on a Sunday afternoon,
The happy sounds of childhood by the children running.
From the earth fills the air the smell of wet soil, the monsoon.
And the birds are coming out again, even the little one, humming.

From the clouds, now dissipating, rays of light break through;
It’s like hope, like the seed germinating after the drought.
And there it is, to affirm a new beginning, the rainbow,
And the heart beats as the senses are aroused, reborn.

And I feel the quiet yearning for your smile, your lips,
The smile that dries my tears, and embraces my soul.
The yearning for your voice, the tenderness it brings,
That makes me feel what only you would know.

And the colors of the rainbow bring joy to my day,
The hurt and pain dissipating with the rain,
The light of your eyes making to mine its way,
To let go of this sadness and be with you again.

When All is Said and Done

From crayons to love songs, time passes so fast,

The body changes, the self-image, so much to adapt.

The moon in the sky and the way you looked at me,

I thought the world was you, like a magical symphony.



We left all out the door when we went home,

We used the language of love when we were alone.

Plans were made and dreams were dreamed,

Until all fell apart, as if was just a crude scheme.



As I look into the mirror, I see myself again,

I found myself through all the hurt and all the pain.

So you can walk out, I know I’ll be strong,

I’ll be all right, when all is said and done.



The seasons will change, the memories will fade,

I learn from the past and all mistakes made.

I am woman, and my heart still carries a song,

I’ll be all right, when all is said and done.

Picture by Michelle Vogt

Path of Hope

The thoughts are drizzled by the rain outside,
Steps, covered by the mud, are hard to follow.
Feelings swing with the breeze, some are set aside,
And we raise once again, one more step towards tomorrow.

A dark moon casts its shadow, the solitude of a long night,
We look back, trying to comprehend, so many memories.
The shadows are tricks played on the mind by a tired eyesight,
And is when eyes are closed to illusions that we better see life’s glories.

We grow wild into the night, age, and cry like a wolf,
Because spring is gone, and we’re shedding old ideas in the fall.
We dug deep into the past, bury it, and let go,
The fears are cast aside, and we’re renewed through it all.

The pains of shedding an old skin, my friend,
Are to be faced with quiet courage, and embraced.
The full moon will light the path on the sand,
A path of hope, an inheritance to be traced.

Faint Light

The faint light of dawn slowly comes through the blinds,
Rest pushed away by the thoughts weighting in my mind.
I look at your peaceful faces, resting in your sleep,
Gratitude fills me as I take from coffee a little sip.

The day is crowded with faces, in all different places,
And my heart stumbles to keep up with my pace.
I wish I could run from my own thoughts,
And close the curtain over what was lost.

The day is just another chance to begin again,
To make sure life is not lived in vain.
In my dreams I float, like a kite in the air,
And I reach out to you, if I just dare.

Dreams and hopes mixed with fears and self doubt,
It’s like trying to find the way in a misty cloud.
But just as thought I was loosing my mind,

I feel your hand reaching out, and holding mine.

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by Michelle Vogt

Prayer

A heartbeat, an anxious thought,
A bump on the road, hot asphalt,
A quiet tear, falling on the bed;
Time for prayer, and a prayer is said.

A broken heart needs mending,
A mind in distress is bending,
The ill, the pain suffered,
And a silent prayer is offered.

The weak, the tired fall down,
The loneliness as night falls,
The despair comes around,
And in prayer the head bows.

The tear that dires on the cheek,
The strenght comes to the meek,
Hope slowly rising with the sun,
The grace offered by the Son.

Picture by Michelle Vogt

Beginning

I wanna shut off the noise and water the car,

Send flowers to a man and bathe under the stars.

I wanna walk on the beach in the evening,

And send letters instead of e-mailing.



I wanna go biking again to work and such,

Stop at the gas station for some fudge.

Laugh around a round of lemonade and tea,

And hope you come and laugh with me.



Letting my hair down and listening to you,

Hard times will seem a distant microfilm.

Dinner will be homemade with popsicle,

On top of the mountain my office cubicle.



Don’t be so serious when you look at me,

Life was not made to be lived so seriously.

I feel like eating dessert first, my friend,

Because I am beginning anew at the end.



KBS, July 2011.