Sweeter Days

Well today I was listening to some fantasic piano music, composed by Kyle Landry on youtube, and I fell in love with his song called "Lonely".
Here is the link if you care to hear it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a318ACsI-t4

Anyway, I just love the song. So I wrote the kind of feeling I got from it. Not meant to be lyrics, just the inspiration the song gave me.

You know I'll always be here,
I'll stand here at your side,
We'd fight off any darkness,
We could fill the whole night sky,

But you have her eyes to gaze on,
Her smile- soft and sweet.
Often times I feel so distant,
But yet closer still I reach.

I'll stand here just for you,
Even if I stand apart,
If nothing draws us closer,
I know I've followed through to heart,

I'll stand alone,
Knowing I gave you my all,
I have to thank you for every moment,
Both good or bad, big or small.

So I leave you with this message,
That I loved you from the start,
I've loved you every moment,
In my soul and in my heart.

This must be our last goodbye,
as we walk our seperate ways,
I'll smile for every thing we had,
For our old and sweeter days.

Live in the Now

Why boast of the past, When the past is a long ways gone?
Some live on the glory of a far retired dawn.

Caught up in their vanity, They fail to achieve,
Nor do I believe that they begin to precieve

A much larger picture has yet to unfold,
With greater potential then the stories they've told.

So keep your chin high, Strong will you stand,
Show us you take pride in the moment at hand.

The Gardens

Preparing to form my garden, I found I had such little space
So instead of planting greenery, I planted nothing in it's place
The soil was finely tended to, the earth was so well tilled,
The seeds of absense were the seeds with which this earth was filled.
The nothing in the garden grew- devoid of my assist,
I left the gardend to itself, knowing I would not be missed.
I had such absense growing, that I never the need to expand,
The little garden boundaries were the same as they now stand.
The garden was so well limited, with pavement all around,
No empty slots were open, no more room for garden grounds.
That's when my plans were forced to change, for fresh seeds had taken root,
Bearing such enticing and such unexpected fruit.
Though sweet and lucious fruit it was, no longer could it stay,
The garden's lack of nourishment had sent the fruit away.
My garden still stands as it was, and I feel the tart remorse-
The painful, bitter after taste of not planning a wiser course.
As I stand on barren ground, where great potential once had stood,
I feel that empty feeling of not giving what I could.