dreamcatcherlover

A friend is someone we turn to when our spirits need a lift. A friend is someone we treasure for our friendship is a gift. A friend is someone who fills our lives with beauty, joy, and grace. And makes the whole world we live in a better and happier place.

I kiss you sincerely, and deeply and lovingly. I kiss you goodnight, goodmorning, goodmorrow. When you open your eyes I will kiss them. When they are closed again I will miss them. Gentle fingers cradle your cheek with love Others brush back your hair from above You lean back deeply Feeling me close, confining, controlling I am above you Around you Upon you Lips brush as eyes rest beneath lids Moist, tender, warm Passion focused Love centred Upon one point Made of two entities Lips exploring textures untested New tastes, new temptation Probing deep, delicious and sweet dancing, delighting teasing tasting testing touchi

I still see your face in my dreams It hurts and it doesn't help at all I still want you in my life as crazy as that seems I want you to catch me when I fall I still remember the first time we met There was something so different about you Your friendship was something I wanted to get That smile when you said hi to me was so new Out of no where you called me on the phone I wanted to sit there and talk to you forever You were so new, so crazy and unknown I just knew that our friendship would never sever Two years and we are barely holding it together What happened to the way this all used to be I never wanted you out of my like ev

I get a funny feeling, it comes from deep inside. I get all mad and angry, wanting to go and hide. My doctor calls it depression, my dad says it's just me. But the thoughts and feelings, no one will ever be able to see. Some say I'm psycho, some say I'm just weird. It's like I'm a different person, and the old me just disappeared. I get really edgy, I want to commit suicide real bad. Then I get a headache, followed by feeling sad. I wish I could get help, I wish it would go away. Maybe if I keep praying real hard, it will some day.

Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies, Do not you hear my heartfelt cries? Below the branches, here about, Do not you sense my fear and doubt? Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams, Do not you hear my woeful screams? Upon the meadows, touched with dew, Do not you see my hearts a'skew? Beneath the thousand twinkling stars, Do not you feel my jagged scars? Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze, For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees. It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies, Accompanied by heartfelt sighs. It's drifting o're the gentle rain, A symbol of my silent pain. It's buried 'neath the meadow fair, Conjoined with a

ALL IS FINISHED I WANTED TO GIVE SOMETHING OF MY PAST TO MY GRANDSON. I TOLD HIM THAT I WOULD SING THE SACRED WOLF SONG OVER HIM. IN MY SONG, I APPLEALED TO THE WOLF TO COME AND PRESIDE OVER US, WHILE I WOULD PERFORM THE WOLF CEREMONY. SO THAT THE BONDAGE BETWEEN MY GRANDSON AND THE WOLF WOULD BE LIFE LONG. I SANG. IN MY VOICE WAS THE HOPE THAT CLINGS TO EVERY HEARTBEAT. I SANG. IN MY WORDS WERE THE POWERS I INHERITED FROM MY FOREFATHERS. I SANG. IN MY CUPPED HANDS LAY A SPRUCE SEED.. THE LINK TO CREATION. I SANG. IN MY EYES, SPARKLED LOVE. AND THE SONG FLOATED ON THE SUN'S RAYS FROM TREE TO TREE. WHEN I HA