Thursday, March 15, 2001

We Will Be

In summer days the wall stood strong,
Ivy weaved and creeped along,
As fall took hold the vine remained,
With a single leaf that has sustained.
The flaming red absorbs the light,
Bathed in warmth ~ it's clinging tight.

It whispers out so magically...
I seem alone, but do you see
The vine is what has made me grow
Nourished me, and made me whole.
I am it, it is me,
We are one... again, we will be.
Kaycee Nicole 2000

The Notebook

It's just a pad of paper without a personality
Empty lines that have no meaning, no goal or destiny,
Even when I add the ink it doesn't suddenly reform
Until I fill it with my thoughts then the pages begin to transform.

Sometimes it's an endless highway, tales of travel to be told.
Other times it's a city block filled with people young and old.
Once in awhile it's a chapter from my chaotic book of life
Full of hopes and dreams and ways to end all strife.

It can paint a thousand pictures for articulate display,
A palette in the artists hand to meld a colorful array.
If the beauty leaps into your heart, it then becomes a song
A haunting melody of prose to accompany the silent notes along.

Always it's the caring friend, absorbing love throughout the stages,
Wistful dreams and promises, confessed on tattered pages.
It never passes judgement on silly things we say
It stores up all the knowledge to learn another day.

I breath my life and visions into what was an empty book
Somehow suddenly it comes alive when someone takes a look.
When it's time to go and my soul can freely soar
The pages filled to overflowing as I journey on forevermore.

The sun will weather the pages, the breeze will gently turn back time
As my thoughts live through the ages, precious and uniquely mine.
The smile will always warm you from the words I had to say,
It isn't just a notebook... it's a gift of love to touch you, each and every day.
Kaycee Nicole 2000

An Angel Kiss

Beneath a cloud of flowering mums, a cherub angel sits in rest.
Ever watchful all around, busy capturing beauty and happiness.
Someone offered a prayerful wish, a simple act of love.
They asked to send an angel kiss, touched by up above.
It floated to the heavens, was treated with utmost care
Then fluttered back to earth, for a little angel to share.

No one ever sees it happen, though the angel knows it's true,
The gift arrives in perfect form, like the early morning dew.
Patiently the cherub waits with the treasure in its hand,
For God to blow the kiss, He knows exactly where it must land.
Sailing through the warm, soft breeze, it arrives silently for you.
This touch of an angel kiss, is now a wish... come true.

Kaycee Nicole 2000

Tuesday, March 13, 2001

Tale of The Unshed Tear

I see it in the glazed orb, trying not to fall,
The pain of life's realities, hidden behind a silent wall.
It would be easier to simply let it go,
But her determination refuses to let it take control.
The tale of the unshed tear lays hidden; bittersweet,
It isn't her weakness that makes her want to weep.

If it was only shattered dreams that created the unrest,
It might go unnoticed by those who love her best,
We wonder why she hides what we already know
The glass slipper has been broken; enchantment turned to woe.

The tale of the unshed tear though it stays tucked away,
Betrays the gentle smile we see from day to day.
It hurts us all just knowing the teardrop's locked inside
It can't come into the open, without revealing the wounded pride.
The person who put it there has become a stranger running to his past
Leaving us the angry shell and the destruction of his path.

There is no shame in heartache, no shame in failure if you've tried,
There is no need for apology or explaining the tears you've cried.
Though you'd never say it, the unshed tears tell me it is so
There is a time for everything, sometimes it means letting go.
~ Kaycee Nicole 2001

Mom... I love you.