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talk to me not about your woes
or your constant fears
but of your hidden hopes
you’ve buried deep within
talk to me not about the countless tears
your beautiful eyes have shed
but the number of times a smile
has lit up your beautiful face
talk to me not about your broken dreams
or the burdens that you bear
but of the blessings you’ve received
under God’s given grace
talk to me not about the lies and deceit
or the anger and hate that permeate
but of the joys that flow through your veins
and the love that makes your heart beat
talk to me of the sunshine that kiss your lips
not of the darkness that clouds your day
too many sorrows have laid this heart to waste
one more sad song and it will burst into flames
-©The Elusive Scribe 080114-
Daylight dreams of rainbows and sunshine,
flowers blooming and robins singing.
Darkness dreams of lovers holding hands,
and sweet tales carried by the whispering wind.
Daylight dreams of sunflower fields waving,
and the laughter of children frolicking.
Darkness dreams of moonlit valleys with
fireflies for their company.
Daylight dreams of hopes and merrymaking.
Darkness dreams of tragedies and lovemaking.
Daylight may sleep on a bed of roses,
but darkness dreams on a bed of nightmares.
-The Elusive Scribe 040713-
Through your eyes I saw how pretty life can be,
even when the sun gets obscured by dark clouds,
and the rain comes down pouring hard,
it will always end like problems do
with a bit of sunshine and rainbows too.
Through your eyes I saw how darkness can easily
the mind of someone lost in love and hurt,
but then you showed me what loving hands can do
to hidden wounds and scars of long ago.
Through your eyes I saw how I can be a better version
when I thought I can go no further you were the one
who pulled me onwards.
Now it’s my turn to show you how wonderful life can
if only you took the time to stop and see the world
right here with me.
-The Elusive Scribe 041613-
Waiting for a bit of sunshine
to break the dark clouds hovering,
over a mind imbued in silence
while waiting in vain.
Waiting for a bit of life
to course through these cold days,
melting ice and frost
to reveal a verdant valley.
Waiting for a bit of love
to fill this empty seat,
while watching what’s left of the night,
for a more glorious morning.
-The Elusive Scribe 040913-