Be still, my aching heart You have weathered far too many storms To allow this one to break you. Be still, my wandering mind You are filled with so many wonders Yet to be discovered Be still, my wayward soul Life goes on and The sun still rises and There will come a better tomorrow.
He is winter, The soft snowflakes At which you cannot help but stare In wonder, The wind carrying ice Which reminds you that you are alive. He is spring, The warmth of hope, rebirth, revival, The bud which dares to bloom Against all adversity, The floral fragrance which brings amity To your wayward soul. He … More The World Within Him
Darling, stop and smell the roses. Dare to bloom against all the rain and cold the storms of time place in your way. Blossom, for the world needs your colours, your vibrance.
Restless Frantic Vagabond, They called him. Settle down, Find love, They told him. But he was in love, He said. He was in love with his freedom. He was in love, Not only with the castles of Europe, Or the forests of Brazil, The beaches of the Bahamas, The temples of India, But all of … More The Wanderer