"That, Wich They Teach Me" By AB

Blue is the sky,
Green are the trees,
Fresh is the cool morning air,
Children playing,
Children laughing,
Like, they've never a care,
Merry their laughter,
Just like sweet music,
Gladly they chatter and play,
Running and jumping,
Dancing and singing,
Blowing bubbles away,
They are my teachers,
They teach resilience,
Every days precious and new,
Too keep on believing,
Too keep on loving,
It matters each day what you do,
Even in sorrow,
They lift my spirits,
Just like a feather on air,
What I teach them,
Feels so little,
To what they teach, in compare,
They are golden,They are magic,
They keep me young as they are,
A panacea,A fountain of youth,
They have more power by far.

"That of Dreams" Poem by AB ~

I want to be a princess,
With gorgeous flowing hair,
Walk around my gardens,
With all my lady's fair,
I want to be a mermaid,
And swim around the sea,
Have all they pretty fish,
Adore and envy me,
I want to be a fairy,
Among the mushrooms sing,
Dance around the flowers,
And float on silver wings,
I want to be a robin,
And find the tallest tree,
There I'd sit for hours,
Were no one would find me,
I want to be a butterfly,
And visit every bloom,
Flowers, pollen, nectar,
My every taught consume,
I want to be a shinning star,
That hangs in heaven bright,
Glowing stronger, than the moon,
Each and every night,
I want to be a bubble,
The brine, oceans lace,
Floating were it takes me,
After waves, I'd chase,
I want to be a fuzzy seed,
That catches in the breeze,
Higher,higher,in the wind,
Over all the trees,
I want to be a snow flake,
Falling from the sky,
I'd find a rosy cheek to kiss,
And there I would fly,
I want to be a flame,
Dancing in the night,
Filling hearts, with desire,
Charming with my light,
I want to be a petal,
Plucked from a rose,
Touched to a lovers lips,
As loves proposed,
I want to be a babe again,
On my Fathers knee,
Listen to his heart beat,
As he comforts me.

"The Day We Meet" by AB ~

Sometimes I sit, and dream,
Of the day we'll meet,
About, how you'll look at me,
And how my heart will beat,
My eyes fixed, shinning bright,
They'll hold, a warm embrace,
Bluer then they've ever been,
A smile upon my face,
I know I will be trembling,
As, I take, your hand,
The world, revolve around us,
As together, we will stand,
In your arms, I'll melt away,
And shyly hide my face,
From your loving glances,
That cause my heart to race,
I'll rest my head against your chest,
Your breath will draw my near,
All my pain will melt away,
And joy replace my fear,
Looking up, I'll see a smile,
On your sweet brown lips,
And from your precious mouth,
I'll take some precious sips,
I love you now, I'll love you always,
Forever yours I'll stay,
And in my thoughts, I'll hold this dream,
Until that distant day.

"The Dream" Poem by AB ~

I have previously flipped,
I have previous lingered,
Through the pages,
Previous fingered,
But this time was different,
And the words, filled my head,
With vivid pictures,
Of my book, as I read,
Then under the shade,
Of this old twisted tree,
Gently resting,
At it's knee,
I slipped into trance,
And fell in a heap,
My mind swept away,
I slipped into sleep,
I was standing alone,
Wind on my face,
Holding a feather,
In a distant place,
Sand under my sandles,
Water touching my toes,
The warmth of the sun,
As it shined on my nose,
I was watching the skyline,
As waves tossed at my feet,
Waiting for something,
Or someone to meet,
Then, I let loose the feather,
And it swept out to sea,
Just like my dreams,
Had taken me,
As I watch it go,
I bent to the sand,
And in the warm earth,
I wrote, with my hand,
As waves, consumed,
Whatever I wrote,
I saw what I thought,
Might be a boat,
I glimmer of silver ,
Were the sky meets the sea,
And in my dreams knew,
It was you, coming for me,
I woke from my dream,
As my heart gave a leap,
I called out your name,
As I rose from my sleep,
In my hand, was my book,
On my lap was a feather,
It was worn and aged,
By time and weather,
It's tip, was all blacked,
Because it was a quill,
Lost in the pages,
Over time, it stayed still,
Where it had been hidden,
In the binds of the book,
Lost, and forgotten,
Were no one would look,
And there, in black ink,
Their was scribble a note,
It said, you are gone,
The sea stole you're boat,
But I'll wait for you, always,
My pen in my hand,
I'll love you, forever,
On the shoreline, I stand.