This one is one of poems that goes along with a Werewolf Trilogy I've been working on for the past year.

Eyes

Red, Hazel, Blue, and Green
With all the sights together we've seen.
All we've seen are Beautiful sights.
All of us running wild throughout the Night.
All of us running as one - but still free.

This bond between us is unlike any other.
All Four of our different Colors.

I Love you all
Like Sons and Daughters
Our Hearts beat as one
Like the solid beating of one single drum.

All of us together
Like brothers and sisters.
Red, Hazel, Blue, and Green.
That is all that can be seen.

This one is written to the love of my life, who earned her wings too soon in my mind.

I wish

They say every time a bell rings
An angel gets its wings
I wished I believed in such silly things.
I wish you were here helping me get through the day.
I wish you never had to go away.
I hope you know how much you meant to me.
Even though I know it can now never be.
I do everything I can,
But I know it will never be enough.
No one knows my struggles
No one knew it could be that tough.
I'll carry you always in my heart.
Athough that you're gone,
I know we will never be apart.
I wish we could be together.
I wih that every day of my existance.
Every day that I'm alive.
But now I'm just going to go to bed
and close my eyes
and let out a sight.
For until I see you again that's all I can do,
Is cry.

This one I wrote for my late fiance, before she even realized that I was interested in her, and long before she was so cruelly ripped away from me. To you, Dimitria

The best of Friends.

He looks upon her
And his heart just melts.
He can't describe what he just felt.

His heart starts pounding
He's short of breath.
It seems to him that he's close to death.

She doesn't know.
She never will.
But its this feeling that's making him ill.

He wants to tell her
but he cannot.
Every time he trys the words seem to stop.

The only thing is
They've been friends for a while.
And she doesn't understand why she makes him smile.

This one I wrote when I asked Dimitria out on our first date, two years and 10 days before I lost her indefinately.

Your Face

Your face is like a spring I once saw.
All full of life, beauty, wonder and awe.
Your face is like that day
So listen closely to what i have to say.

There was a blanket of clouds
Just like your eyes of perfect white.
That day in Oklahoma was such a beautiful sight.

Your red lips
like the red raspberries that grew all around.
Your eyes are as blue as the spring itself.
That and the bird's song made the only sound.
Your blonde hair glowed like the sun.
The heat it radiated made that day just so fun.

I know that God created all things beautiful.
And for that I'm grateful.
For I know what all that includes.

Nature, and me being with you.

PMc, bonded together but free separately.. is there any better way to be? Love this..

I wish: The loss of your love is so sad, and your words of remembrance truly touch the heart .. 

The best of friends: Falling deeply for your best friend can be very life altering.. and the feelings of anxiety over your desire to love and tell her so are very moving.. thank you for letting us peek into your heart like this…

Your face: I know that God created all things beautiful… nature, and me being with you.. very heartfelt.. and stirring.. thank you for sharing this too..

I like your works my friend ... I am saddened by your loss ... may you always have peace in your life ... CHEERS to you ...

thank you all for your words of encouragement. they are vastly appreciated. a muse is a beautiful thing, and even though she is gone now physically, I carry her always with me. That's why it's so difficult to date again, How can you meet much less beat perfect? I know that I'm young and that I will most likely meet another, but that's what makes it twice as difficult, because I was young, as was she.

I liked "Eyes" the most. It made me feel part of your family. Really good writing!

That poem has actually become the intro to the last book in a trilogy following the fictional life of a sortof mashup of Native American, Celtic, Bavarian/Black Forest Legends of a character that the early catholic church adopted and modified to fit their means for conversion, named Father Wolf, Who was an archangel but a series of very "bad luck" caused him to fall and start the werewolf race to defend and protect humanity completely in the shadows. so the first book is about him as an angel, then the second is his sortof "Forrest Gump" like journey through time, and the third is where he is today. I must say, He is lightly tied to me, personality and emotionwise with what I've gone through these past six years