The light on the water,

Stars shining in heaven,

The moon in the leaves,

And you’re standing by me.

Standing by me,

You’re standing by me.

By the side of the river

In the midst of the woods,

There at my side,

You’re standing by me.

For better or worse,

Through life until death,

To love and to cherish,

Whispers heard everywhere

The flowers swayed in the autumn breeze

The green grasses would bear the Sun's

Rays that made the morning dew drops glisten

The birds are chirping, do you hear them

Singing the early morning melody

Flying happily, oblivious to the lens that pointed

At the beauty of the place that is so free

The crackling of the leaves and twigs

And the soothing effect of the ocean breeze

Makes the world that's so big and crazy

**Ta DA!  First post of the new year! :D  Actually, I was hoping to post a chapter from one of my books, but as our computer is dead right now and waiting to be resurrected, I can't access my folder with all my writing in it; but hopefully that will be changed soon!  So I decided to just post a poem that I wrote, by hand, and still have on paper.  It's kind of one of those experimental-type poems, so any suggestions would be nice.  Enjoy!**

*~*~

rainbows dance above the river,

and

splash

               splash

Notebook flipped open to an empty page

Pencil in hand, eraser in range

A mess of ideas desperately waiting to be written

But yet I think to myself, "Where is my inspiration?!"

Empty, like a useless vessel, I feel

If I was really blessed with such an incredible gift

Why am I not pouring it out to the world?

Oh what a God-given gift I have blessed with!

The gift to design a world of my own

The gift to sing without a voice

The gift to fly on the wings of the wind

Hey, I won't be posting all of this. I'm entering a novel writing competition (check out www.bookartsbash.com!! ) and this is an excerpt from a novel I'm considering. PLEASE, I LOVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRIT.!! Thanks!

                                     Forbidden Love 

A fantasy dream of forests deep

With leaves of abundant green 

And sparkling rays of morning sun

Where fairies are dancing bright

Girded some with swords

While others with stars and flowers

On paths of moonbeams blue

And golden roads abide

And flitting snowflakes and summer rain

All dance about with harpers and songs

And the branches are winding

Tangled and smooth

Little trees and trees which are tall   

A fantasy dream of midnight sky