I am skimming throught the pages of my heart, and I find empty pages........what once was is no longer, and what I thought is, has no face..........and the hope of a new day, I hold in my mind with grace.......I am lost in my world of poems.....yet the soul who speaks thy tongue is no longer awake.....she has slipped into long sleep with the masses......forgot what love and life is about and now runs with the sheep...the days of heaven with her are gone.......and the pages of bliss are taken away.....empty pages.........and so it is sooo let these pages the wind of time blow.......blow .....blow......

Now for a new day......let the sun rise...........and let my spirit love again.......for it is yearning for a new flame................

A new day is born.