Rubric of a Beautiful Singer

Rubric of a Beautiful Singer

She took her words and ran with them.

Following bends and trails that took those which listened greater.

Creating stories with sound understood and notes that seemed to reach inside.

Causing all those that yearn for hope and comfort to find a haven in the sound.

Her words are like a refuge from the rain and her eyes stare deeper into meaning like an adoration of beauty for all she wants to feel.

She can cause all those who hear her to feel entranced if purely by where they follow her words and sound.

Finding there's all that glistens from one who sings elegantly and finds there's comfort in what inspires in one who feels liberated in her praises.

She sings like freedom for in her all words and hopes with passion are free.

Singing like she could take the stars from their orbits just to be swooned by her, she causes spotlights to shine upon her.

Maybe she knows it's what causes people to dream of stars she sings from that causes them to be intrigued and inspired.

Staring at night skies they wonder, “is she more graceful than these skies and this world we run from?”

Finding trails in life walking roads they found existed before them, they wonder, “where would I be without a song to sing to help me appreciate the beauty of the day?”

They know where her words lead for she sings them passionately to carry those who dream further to where they want to be.

She's like a pattern found in person's experiences that soothes all they ever felt was scattered.

Finding they when she throws her pains to beautiful they come back healed finding they never hurt that much at all.

They smile at her for they know the words that she sings are crafted with care and adoration. Like a newborn dove now ready to take flight and carry those that trail them into skies.

She's sings like a yearning we all reach for when we feel need to reach opportunities greater and a find we're rising when we're held by opportunities greater.

They find her when a woman speaks about what she believes in and what she feels most passionately.

We praise her as we praise mothers, daughters, sisters and friends and we find she blesses us when we care for her like we'd never let her be fallen into any sort of difficulty as we provide her endless opportunities to let her passions lift her out gracefully and reverently as love carries her higher.

The Women With Sunrises in Her Eyes

The Women With Sunrises in Her Eyes

They said open your eyes and let beautiful things be understood by all you hope for and all you reach for.

So you took your eyes and searched the world around you for friends, for companions and those to love.

You took your dreams and reached triumphantly for those to show you there's more beautiful beyond what you know.

They asked your eyes to trail them and said, “follow me and I'll show you all that's wondrous and majestic.”

You believed in grace without bounds for you know that kindness can come as love and as a friend.

So you carried your sorrows with your while you lost hardships and broken memories in the wind as if you were chiseled by both opportunity and inspiration.

To lose all that you ever thought was grievous and burdensome somewhere in the wind you knew, “nobody knows which way the wind blows and that's how you knew those miseries would be forgotten and lost forever.”

So you reached for brilliance and let it touch you showing you all the beautiful around you, like the intricate, texture to leaves on trees to the delicacy of the fairness of human skin you found worlds you never knew of that had always existed before your eyes.

I asked them if we're seeing life shown more clearly and they said, “if this is heaven I understand why some say we come from caves and others say we come from gardens but both together may be closest to the truth.”

Then one day I saw her. She had hair like wildflowers as if she adorned her head with all of nature she felt was beautiful.

She had eyes like sunrises for when she stared into me I could not feel anything but warmed as if it's like a completely new day.

I said be her of God or man I don't know but no one could be fairer to bless my walk through these woods.

So I asked her, “why does light seem to rise itself from where I see you stare?”

She said to me, “I'm just planting seeds and watching for the sky to have them grow.”

I asked her, “how is it women know of the love such beautiful things?”
She smiled and said to me, “because women are the mothers of men and without a heart you have nothing to grow and without light you have nothing to grow from.”

I laughed and said, “I never had a mother I felt had loved me, for she was torn between trial and hardship and I always loved her and I know she loves me because otherwise how could I ever love at all?”

The woman got more serious and asked, “do you want to walk through these gardens with me past the woods? There's a stream by the garden and we'll swim to forget these worries and these pains.”

She took my hand and then I stepped with her through the grass sidestepping flowers along the way.

We went through wilderness walking between trial and difficulty until we found the garden she had spoke of past the woods.

She showed me all the beautiful things she wanted me to touch. They were things I never knew at all and always felt were beautiful. She took my hand and led me to the water and said, let me swim with you and let the water carry us and let these past things fall away somewhere beneath the riverbed.

So I stepped into the water and it first felt cold yet I found when I stepped with her it never mattered.

Then I found the secret and the truth to all human life. It's that we can never truly ever be clean without someone to love us and we can never truly feel clean until we have someone that does.

For all my life I had searched for love I never thought I had when it was in front of me every day in the ones that care and the ones that take me with them.

I asked her then what her name was and she said, “my name is like lily for I'm as delicate as a white dove. I carry wildflowers with me because I'm as wild as a wilderness for I see beauty in even the most common of people.”

Then I asked her who she loved and she laughed and replied, “you're the first man who has ever been to this river with me. Others have walked through the woods and even one or two have been in the garden with me but you stayed until you'd swim with me in the river.”

I then asked her, “can I swim forever with you here? I've always loved a woman who likes lilies and wildflowers but I really always just wanted to swim.”

She looked at me again and I saw the sunlight I saw earlier in her eyes reflected from the water and she said, “I've never much been a fan for water but we'll have this stream as our sacred place we go to be alone together and what I really want is to walk through the world with you.”

So then I took her hand and I walked her through all the places I wanted to see, “the coliseums of Rome, the Parthenon of Greece, the castles of Ireland and then the beauty of the United States.”

Then one day I asked her when we went back to our little river next to the garden why she wanted to see such great things and she replied, “because I wanted you to work for them so you'd be able to see them with me.”

I never knew how much she would help me until I realized she was the reason I wrote this poem because I know one day she will.

Just Life

Your life shook them until those in your life around you seemed to shake around you.

The hopes you had carried they had caused people to turn.

To choose their choices to accommodate the love you had carried.

As you had a dream that was only given to you by those that cared.

For every day you yearned for greater opportunity to be able to reach farther.

To be able to desire to gather all that's wondrous and beautiful and then watch these to cause others to turn towards them, you yearn.

As they who are great then stare at the hopes we all reach for like indefatigable wanderers in deserts lost without water.

You want to take joys and opportunities and wrap them around those who are struggling like life vests for those that yearn for goodness and have them hopefully be made better by something good they also believe in.

You want to push those higher in life that just wish to reach something more as they clutch at the mysterious to find places to reach from to also be able to reach for more.

You want to find love in what is like seeming impossibilities so you'll be able to find greatness in what seems like near improbable grace.

You want her to show me everything she is able to be so I can be blessed by a beauty I have only ever wanted to know.

Her name it will remind me of something like spring-time for around her the air will be like a deepness in serenity that I can only ever breathe in to know I can then feel like I am able to follow.

Her belief it will be like majesty for everything only those who are able to be known as kings are able to be endowed with as the ability to wish is only ever to know to her enough to be able to be touched by her faith and then to be able to then be transformed.

She's like a truth we all reach for when we want to believe in something that only those that only ever know when they give their lives to pursue something that it is only then ever able to be revealed.

I want to be able to make the passionate made greater in those from these hands that only yearn to touch a magnificence and then watch it made more magnificent.

What one can feel is hopeful

I saw you like all the hope I felt magnified as one.

You had shaken all of any difficulty off of you.

For no hardship in any circumstance could show you less fair.

Like challenge had no dominion over you, you fought against them.

As love she was your guide and you my dream was my faith.

I took my pains with me from my heart that beats to also beat more.

Weighed by my passions for you my darling I challenge myself.

To give every kindness and every moment a chance to find beauty.

Taken by compassionate I yearn for longer moments to find you more beautiful.

Knowing that when you give it's not just for me but also for everyone.

Yet I find when I appreciate what you give more you feel more for what you give for me.

Then I'm given opportunities I never knew because I'm offered more when I feel more for them.

Love she's like perfect freedom for nothing can ever go wrong for one that knows no wrong.

Beauty she's like everything yearned for, for she knows she's worth far more than money.

Kindness she's miraculous for one who just needs to be held to have faith another day.

Passion it's like a flame we have trailed behind us because we need our way guided forward by something we can't live without pursuing from.

I'd give my life to hear what it's like to to feel her laugh in blissful comfort, knowing that she'll never be alone but with someone to hold her I hope could be me.

No battle or trial would be insurmountable as you would see my passions through.

With dreams like wilderness spanning deep we find they're not as wild as they are as deep.

For all adventure is wild, for it seeks what others also wish for but we know we must search more.

Hopeful to find some kind of paradise walking through life like thickets, between branch and path we follow rivers onward.

Like trailing streams from with courage and passion, making all that comes before us used to find life another day.

We are able to find in ourselves a belief that there's nothing able to be hidden for those that search through everything and also know what they're looking for.

I'd show her the life I want for us when I find myself with her like we've stepped next to a stream leading us into a garden.

With all we've lived for as if stretched down for us, things we reach for like opportunity provided from those around us, like apples from trees.

Knowing that all we need to do is limit ourselves what we have been given until more opportunities come we'll then be blessed even more another day.

I'll look at her and tell her, “when we have reached more than I never knew our love could weave us through from within a life so beautiful I'd tell her it's all beautifully woven for her.”

Religious people talk about gardens as if they are made for people to pursue, but wiser people know no garden exists without her to help wise men pursue it more.

Because the trick is the garden those religious people talk about is the life we all hope to reach but the trickiest part is also knowing that we only actually pursue it for the sake of others.

She's like grace without bounds for nothing is more beautiful than serenity she helps us to be able to find.

Like a garden in ourselves one that spans a life made seemingly eternal by the love she wants us to have that we also have for her.

She's an angel but greater because she's just a person that even the angels would bow down to.

As she carries something greater in her eyes that maybe angels know but she only just believes in. Which is greater because she knows by what she just experiences only by believing.

I find perfection is maybe found in not knowing what perfection could be but by knowing what it takes to find something people see as perfect.

For her love I feel is perfect because I would feel nothing but perfection by a faithful devotion that seems to wrap around me covering up any sense that I could ever not be perfectly loved.

I'd hope to then be able give up all of what I'd take as from something like a soul, to have tranquility fall down upon us like rain from a sky that soothes us to rise higher, to dream farther, to bask in an eternal bliss where the calm can only be filled by a song only sung more beautiful.

I tell myself I believe in something like angels and God because everyday I could be with her would be something like only heaven could be.

All because you had a hope I saw that magnified something I wanted to see as one.

The Greatest Seasons of One's Life

I took her dreams and all she believed,

And wore them like anchors and triumphs lifting me to skies to also lift me higher.

She told me all she knew and I felt like she's one to know.

Taking all life's difficulties as temporary while she finds good things she sees as miracles which paint her such beautiful pictures.

In a life that she finds so wonderfully, beautiful like all she dreamed of for all the good things she one day would wake to find.

She found me as if daring and believing that one day I'll paint her world pictures with all the beautiful things she wants to see in life.

It would be like with my love I'd hope for her to have I'd take triumphs from the skies and carry them down to her to tell her what I could find for her to also show her I love her.

I tell her, her name reminds me of January because knowing her feels like the beginning of the new year.

For in some places when the snow starts to settle in after the new year this I tell her that means spring is also coming soon.

She'll say one day it was worth it to feel the cold earlier because she believed one day it would help us better feel the oncoming warmth in knowing we'll one day have each other.

She is more beautiful than all the words I could ever mutter as the only words worth muttering are the ones that make me realize I'm warmer than if I had never said anything at all.

When spring comes one day with her I'll tell her, she reminds me of summer because though it's now warming we'll find our passions warmest when the sun has filled our paths the brightest.

I'll tell her this road was made for us to walk as the sky it lights the road most visible when we're able to walk most comfortably together.

Finding our peace down the steps we walk with our four feet making trails together into evenings that rise in bright, fresh morning air.

Then when summer passes and fall approaches as our lives start to droop down the pinnacles from the roads we walked together, I'll tell her she's most beautiful now as I have spent my life finding how I could lift her greater.

For the roads we walked I walked with and for her and four feet can walk farther than two feet ever could. As I realize I could have never loved as much had I never been in love with her.

I'll remember summer and laugh about how we were so passionate and embracing of every opportunity as hopeful. We'd be smiling because we could remember how adventurous she was and how courageous I was and how wonderful we were together.

Then when even the fall begins to pass as the snow starts to fully fill the world around us, the air is thick and time seems to slow I'll look at her and tell her she's more beautiful than I ever knew.

As all the time I had spent with her, I could never fully see how much I had loved her until our time is running out. I want to be thankful for all the time I had and grateful for all that she is and was and still is.

I'll tell her I originally thought she reminded me of January and the new year but I was wrong because she really reminds me of December.

Because when we both fall into some sleep where our lives pass away she'll have been with me all the seasons of the greatest years of my life and I was thankful I could see such a beautiful life with her.