True Companion

And as I find myself once again  visiting the "POND". I walk with the reflections on the water, feeling the colors of their reality and I am surprised to hear these thoughts;

You are my "TRUE COMPANION" and I will always be in love with you.

My soul has crossed over and you are it's keeper and I am asking you to be my "TRUE COMPANION". And I am asking you to never walk away.

If I was ever in love before, I truly do not remember.

I would be lost, if I did not hear the "POND". Listen and you will hear, We have a perfect love and you are my "TRUE COMPANION"

As the beginnings start again, I have loved you and I have seen your reflection in the middle of the nite. The Dream Weaver brings you to me and we smile.

As we walk through this beginning, when we are apart, I feel the distance between us, yet I am comforted, knowing that we are both of the "POND" and our paths lead us to a place the sings of a perfect love, "TRUE COMPANIONS".

We can no longer walk alone,or ever again, be apart. We have become the very air that we breathe.

And the "POND" ripples with the satisfaction, that I am so very much asking you, to be my "TRUE COMPANION"

And we both know, that we have a perfect love, we are in this beginning..............."TRUE COMPANIONS".

Still the "ONE"

Look how far we have come, all the different paths we have followed, and yet, you are, STILL the"ONE". And here is where we will stay, at least, during this beginning. And still, you are the "ONE" that I have always dreamed of, a True Companion.

 

E'tre

And as I asked, what is it "To Be"..............the "Pond" reflected that, with out the Others, there would not be a need, to hear the foot steps, through your soul; interesting how lovers can start something that, they can never be sure of.

"To Be", in those special places, to hear the echoes of the footsteps that you don't always share. You just might wake up, some morning, to the fleeting glimmer, of what was only the shadow of someone, you never new.

"To Be" a pebble skipping across the water of the "POND" no one is ever going to notice. Sleeping in the open and then waking in the middle of a dream. Watching the shadows of the Others. It seems that is necessary, "To Be" and everything else, will be ................

Did you know that the "ONE" could fly, so take my hand and know that it is during every beginning, that we are alive and no one is going to find us, simply.

And once again I knew, that "Butterflies Are Free" and perhaps we are all not meant, "To Be", together at the same time.

E'tre

 

 

Sometimes

"Sometimes"

If only, day could be nite.

If only sun shine, wasn't so bright.

If only tears could be smiles.

If only, I could be me.

"Sometimes"

If only I could turn away.

If only, It could be that way.

"Sometimes"

If only, I could understand.

If only, I didn't need, to understand.

"Sometimes"

If only, I didn't need to stay.

If only, I could walk away.

 "Sometimes"

If, only you were not watching me.

If only, my eyes, would look, the other way.

"Sometimes"

If, all I had to do, was say so, and just smile myself, away.

"Sometimes"

If, I only  knew, I couldn't stay.

If only, you didn't look at me that way.

If, only sad eyes, knew there would come, another day.

"Sometimes"

Things are better, when they just pass away.

It was then, that I remembered, the "Pond", had taught me,

THAT,

"SOMETIMES", things that are true, can also be real.

But only, if you could begin, at the beginning.............

"SOMETIMES"

 

 

 

Again

 And so the time has come, to sit with that which is the "POND" and ask, all those questions, that we already know the answers to, "AGAIN".

What is it, that I really know, and how many times have I wondered, if the night has a sound, if we all see, the same color when we look up at the sky and why do kites fly.

Were butterfly's always free? And here I am asking, "AGAIN".

Do dreams last forever? And is Dreaming like dancing in my sleep? Is it only a warm wind that blows my dreams across the "POND"

 And here I am dreaming "AGAIN"

The "Dream Weaver" reminds me that my thoughts and dreams are really the song of my life and it doesn't matter if it is day or night.

Then why am I here "Again"

And "Again" the "POND" reminded me that I am here, during, the living years. When all the colors of my life are having a conversation about saying it best, when I say nothing at all. And that every moment will always be held in the reflections on the "POND".

"AGAIN" I am reminded, that the "POND" will teach me, catch me, Love me, and will always be ours. I remember when the "ONE" whispered to me, that there will always be another day and surely the "Others" have been here, "AGAIN".

I sometimes wish that we could meet and know the "POND" together. Yet I know, we won't and I wonder why, "AGAIN".

So I ask the "POND" Are all the beginnings the same beginning.

And the fascination, that is the "POND" said to me, you are meant to travel through this beginning and when you return, you will ask the questions,

"AGAIN"

And that is how it is meant to be. 

Colors

Have you ever, seen the color of a summer breeze? Have you ever, heard the color of the grass as it grows? Have you ever, wondered what color it was, when your eyes are wide shut? Have you ever smelled the colors of the seasons, as they come and after they have passed? 

 Have you ever, realized that it is not you, who knows the color of your soul, but rather, it is the "Others", that see your color so clearly. In the beginning, The "POND", taught us, that, the color of life, has always been, and always will be in your soul; And as your eyes, are the windows, to your soul, your soul is the color of your life.  The "POND" has always told us that living takes time, and the beginning is simply that. To understand living, we need to believe that the color of life, is in every breath, that we take.  

The "DREAM WEAVER" reminds us that the "COLORS" of the "POND" are in the song, of the, ripples of fascination. As the "POND" moves, we all see, hear, and smell the "COLORS" of life.

I think, We have seen, the rain, and the color of the rain, has the sound of the "POND". Fresh, renewed and perhaps another beginning. The "POND" will always be ours, and the "COLORS", of the "POND", are the reflection of every breath that we take.

It is amazing how "COLORS" can speak right to the soul, without saying a word. There is a truth in the "COLORS", that says the "POND" will never forget us.

Do you remember the "COLORS" of your dreams? Everything you need is in the "COLORS", of a dream, being born. Perhaps that is why the Dream Weaver, sends us so many "COLORS".

"COLORS", show the way you feel; Just as "COLORS" shower the beginnings with every emotion, every moment, of every breath.

AND THAT IS ALL THAT MATTERS........."COLORS"

 

 

No Matter What

Is it, in the way we are, what we hear, where we are or where we aren't, or, in the way it happens.........We can't stop the rain from falling;

"NO MATTER WHAT"

We will find our way back to the "POND". For all the beginnings. If you are asking, where am I going, for the rest of this beginning, you don't, have to worry. It is beyond your knowledge, but perhaps not beyond your dreams: I have waited this long to tell you, 

   "NO MATTER WHAT"

It only matters that you believe, that the "POND" is forever. The "POND" is the beginning of all the beginnings, every dream, every day, every nite. It doesn't mean a thing to hear others say differently.

 Believe, that it is and it will be. No need to worry, all is as it is meant, to be. Simply look at the reflections in the "POND". Reflections can't distort the truth;

"NO MATTER WHAT"

It only matters that you believe, that's what makes, colors so real, and most certainly, the reason why you will, always be of the "POND".

We are not meant to see the tomorrow's, simply destined to live them. Life, begins with the "POND" and we have been taught that there are no endings. 

 Sometimes, I just don't know what to do. I do know, that the "POND" is forever. And I will be part of every, beginning;

"NO MATTER WHAT"

It is amazing how the ripples of the "POND" can speak right to the center of my heart, and the the smile on my face, speaks more clearly then any words, and, the "POND" will catch me, for the rest of my life, from where ever I fall, and most assuredly, I say it best, when I say, nothing at all.

There is a truth in our eyes, and I hope you are listening, because I'm telling you how I feel, and yet I know, I have said nothing at all, and that, is, how I say it best.

I can't deny what I believe. I can't be what I'm not. The sky is blue, butterflies are free, I will always be me and the "POND" will always be ours.

"NO MATTER WHAT". 

"NO MATTER WHAT"

Where Have We Been

Where have we Been.....................so many places all at one time. And now, the "POND" has given us, reflections of the beginnings to come.

The Dream Weaver has gifted us, with more then mere memories.

Where have we been.

 The memories of this beginning are safely held within the "POND".  We know it is almost time to wake.................and we want the Others, to be there with us. The moon is leaving the "POND" to make room, for the Spring breeze and the Dream Weaver is happy, and we have been walking in the nite. Living through our dreams.

Where have we been.

Everywhere and no where and gladly will we return.  The Stranger sang from across the "POND", I wonder where I have been and where I am going? Only to have the "POND" answer through the ripples of it's sleep, to know that, would be to no longer be part of the beginnings. The very next Breeze could very well be the next beginning.

As the "POND" prepared to wake.

There was no time and yet it is the best of times. The "POND" has known all the times in all of the beginnings, and will be there when we wake.

Where have we been..........................Everywhere and back again.

 

How Long Had it Been

They say that the "POND" is known by so many names, that none of them are remembered. The shadow of the sun or the lite of the moon, through all the beginnings it has been the "POND".

Comes down to the "POND", two travelers. Each on a different path, neither, strangers to the "POND", both smiling with the knowledge that they had arrived, finally at the same time, together. They came just to see, the warm embrace, smiling faces, there is nothing they wouldn't do again.

How long had it been, They tried hard not to show it, they would do anything, go anywhere. They brightened up the entire day, just to see one another.

The "ONE" finally has a name. Was this truly the beginning, or was it, as to the "POND", merely a continuation. The "Others" were all hand in hand, leaves were green, the sky blue, kites were dancing through the air and there was everything.

"How Long Had It Been"

The"POND" reflected every emotion and the two travelers, heard only one heart beat and that was, as Spring had brought, new life, so did the two who were once again "ONE". They didn't know where they had been. All they knew was Then, and that made them feel as "ONE".  

The "Others" knew from the very first breeze that the two, were about to begin again. Now there was an understanding, that this journey was again, beginning and the "POND" whispered through the ripples of satisfaction; Dreams come true for those who believe.

They were of the "POND" and happy to have found their way.

All their time was spoken for, Together.

"HOW LONG HAD IT BEEN" 

Through all the beginnings................

 

To those of you, who have been a part of this journey, I, hope that you "Believe". And your dreams will come true.  Know that we are in this beginning together.

Perhaps I will see you at the "POND". After all it has always belonged to all of us.

 

 

Sun Shine Hurts My Eyes

Why is it that, the lite of the Moon has never hurt my eyes. The reflections in the "POND" have danced, yet never ran. The "Dream Weaver" has never worn sun glasses. The shadows, are never to bright. The nite sky is so peaceful, and even when the moon is in the "POND" I can look, and see so many things, and none of what I see, tells me to turn away.

The "POND" has always known reflections and remembers them all. Now the "POND" has taught me that reflections are those things that have occurred. It is the Sun that provides the lite, that shows me these things. 

I suppose that is why "Sun Shine" hurts my eyes. Unforgettable is what I see, near and far.

I hope your listening, because I am telling you what I see. And I hear the "POND", don't speak, about the things we try to do, or the reason, words are blinded by the "Sun".

"Sun shine" hurts my eyes.

Don't look, let the rain beat against the window pain, and think about the touch of the "POND" and the reflection of the words never spoken.

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain as it splashes, on to, the "POND". Little did I know, that the "Sun Shine" would hurt my eyes. That I would find comfort in the shadows of the rain.

In this Beginning:

"Sun Shine" hurts my eyes.

A Free Wind

This beginning found me caught, in a Free Wind,  and I wonder, have you ever dreamed, that, you lost yourself.

The "POND" was no where, to be found. At least not in this place. I couldn't feel the "POND" any longer, even the stars were hidden. The path was unfamiliar.

 This path began and began again, with out an answer. You can't go on saying the same thing, saving all the questions, for each time you go away. There is no waiting for a "Free Wind", it comes and goes as it travels within itself. For a traveler, simply seeking a path, darkness, can be less then a friend. It is the hidden road and I have such a long way to go. I was born to be that man. And yet that doesn't answer any of the questions. And I was no where in sight, when the church bells rang, reminding me how to listen, even if I didn't understand what I heard.

The Sun went down, but was it the right time of the nite. No use talking when the shadows fall. There was, a "Free Wind", but only for a short time, passing so quickly and unable to believe.

There is really nothing I can do, except everything. Some times in my life there is sorrow, but the "POND" has shown us, that, there is always tomorrow, and the "POND" would find me right where it had been, through all the beginnings. The "POND" would listen, reflect, ripple with the fascination of all that happened, and the "Others", would come and listen, to the reflection of my tale, of a, "Free Wind". And we would all wonder if the "Free Wind", would blow through my hair, or simply change it's name.

Do the days get longer, or does a "Free Wind" simply move, as time passes, by. 

The"POND" knows and I need to touch its water, to understand:

A "Free Wind"

I want to wake up, and be there. I remember, the "POND", I had learned, to live life, in every beginning, moment by moment. And the "POND" knows my name. Once is not enough, it happens all the time. Simply turn the other way. The "Others" all knew, there would be a different day. And the"POND" said one more time: Remember always that,

Butterfly's are free and so is the "WIND"

Reflections

Dawn, the beginning for some, the continuation, for others. Think of what the beginnings would be without the Dawn. Touch each new beginning with the reflection of all the "Others" who have visited the "POND" and, wonder what is was, they saw, as they spoke, with the "POND"

At the "POND" Dawn, is a special time. The morning sun, reflects off the surface of the water. The colors of life come out to play. This is when "Reflections" are at there very best, when the Sun, has not yet shadowed, the day.

I know a place, where we can go, and enjoy one another's, "Reflection". Where we can walk along the "POND" with someone, we once knew. And that was then, and the "Reflection" tells us, that it was, as it is meant to be. I would give everything to be able to remember all the "Reflections". Close your eyes and let the "Reflections" unwind, one heart beat at a time.

I still, believe, that it will all be as it should, slow down, we don't have to walk so fast. "Reflections", Paint a picture, something so simple, makes us feel so complete.

"Reflections" give us the freedom, to see inside ourselves and the way it feels, to not be alone. If you never visit the "POND" you will never know what it is like, to feel better, then good.

Some times, it hurts, to feel so good.

"Reflections", move so well, there are no strangers within. Say it isn't so. We should all want to go. The "POND" knows us all and always has. The "POND" is very deep, room enough for the "Reflections" which are the heart of all the beginnings. So smile with the "POND" and remember the,

"Reflections"

As you walk away, the "Others will always have your,

"Reflections"

Pause/breathing here

In the Middle of the Night

In the Middle of the Night, I go walking in my Dreams.

 I should know, how very deep the "POND" really is: Yet I still try to find my way through the valley, of so many fears. Is this yet another beginning, or is it, that there is no time, that Really matters. Only the "POND" remembers all of the beginnings. The "Others" have to believe, that the best, is as good as it should be, From the very first dream.

The "POND" reminds us, how far we have come, and after all the beginnings, "She" is still the, "ONE"  

In the middle of the night, we all go walking, some just don't remember, others don't want to remember. And still we walk, always so that, the past doesn't catch up with the now. But the "POND" remembers.

The "Dream Weaver" has shown me, why I walk, and the "POND" has told me, what I seek. 

 I have seen the future come true, in a number of days. Always the "Pond" has known what it is, that moves, all of the ways; In the middle of the night.

Too many nights, through all the beginnings and yet there will be endless nights to come and we can thank the "POND" for the "Dream weaver".

In the middle of the night, the "ONE" often visits, the "POND". The night hides, her face. There is no mask. simply Night.

 And we go on walking in the middle of the night, eyes wide shut. 

 Do it again, don't you know how you feel. The best thing about the Middle of the night, is, that there will always be another. The "Dream Weaver" comes when least expected.

When I first dreamed of the "One", we were both walking.  Even now, she is still walking. And the "POND" rippled as I heard;

Now, learn to listen;

In the Middle of the Night.

 

 

 

EVERYWHERE

Colors, The time has finally come, no reason to run. I took a look inside.

Where are you, I'm searching. No matter what I see, so much is changing. I'll sit here learning. The "POND" is rising, and it is just me. The "POND" knew that the time was coming. Knew that I was going to ask, should I change myself? where should I begin? "POND", at the beginning of course. And which beginning would that be? Perhaps, all of them!

Where will I go. "POND", was so fascinated by the non question, rippling and moving with the breeze. Everywhere, of course. Even if I have been there before? I suppose that you can't be from some where, if you haven't already been there. "POND" was satisfied. And I said, If only I could Talk to you. I just don't want, to get back from no where, and then, go there again. 

 The stars are, everywhere, just don't pretend that they are only in the night sky. "POND", if not only in the night sky then where..........."POND" tell me. The Sun may cast a large shadow, yet the Stars are still........Everywhere. You, must see, with more then just your eyes.

Wondering through this beginning, there are so many "Others", everywhere. I only just noticed them through your eyes. "POND", what is that I see and why has it taken so long to understand about everywhere; Do they, only come out at night?

Waiting and watching, does any of it matter everywhere."POND", everything I need to know, is knowing that the beginnings are everywhere.

If I leave this place,where do I go, to talk to you? Will I miss your knowing? I am just  "One" of the Others. Where do I go to find you?..............."POND" Go where all the "Others, have gone, follow the heart beats to,

Everywhere.......................It is after all, your life time and I am,

EVERYWHERE.

Friends

And as the "Friend" walked past the "POND" she smiled and realized that the painting had so many different colors. And it wasn't necessary, to only see bare trees. The "POND" had reminded the "Friend" that the path was always, and just there, was the next beginning. 

 When next that the "Friend" returned this way, and found once again that the "POND" was always there, so would be the "Others", perhaps, just not, at the same time.

I think about the "Friend. I think about the times I have called her "Friend" and I begin to think that I understand within her eyes, and know that life, has given us, more then just memories.

I stood in the shadows, as I watched the "Friend" take the path, and was happy to know that the "POND" had made a difference, in so many beginnings.

Friends believe, and that is most certainly, what this beginning was meant to be.

 Some kind, of special, is about, Friends. And memories refuse to go away.

UR so many things, but "Friend" is how I was to know you, in this beginning, and every time I call your name, the "POND" will know. And perhaps in the next beginning, a  Friend, will be the "ONE".

I believe, that the "POND", understands,

FRIENDS!

There are no Endings (The Visitor)

AND I THOUGHT THAT THE "TALE OF MANY TONGUES HAD PERHAPS, COME TO AN END.

AND then a visitor to the "POND" said, quite correctly, there are no endings, only a series of new beginnings.  And so we begin again, or perhaps simply continue on....................Some people believe that if you are of the "POND" that deep inside of you, there is a place where we keep a real smile. Not the masquerading look that we wear for others to see. Rather the smile saved for the "ONE". So take a good look at your reflection and decide if you really are, or if you are just pretending to be. At the "POND". Remember what you hoped, remember what you heard and surly remember, butterfys are free.. .......Hope is a good thing and if you, believe, you will certainly find your way.  So if you choose to turn away from the "POND", know that you have left a piece of yourself, for those of the "POND", to remember, and that, is not a bad thing.

In the "POND" you can see life growing every day. I believe, you understand, and I think about the times to come. Reminded by a a sentimental, gentle breeze, that will come blowing through your life again. Even though there may be bare tress and paintings with no color, of all the things, spare your self, just a little bit, and I will miss you again.

Believe in the "POND", for surely you will be whole and healing is simply a part of living. And then when you must come this way again, the "POND" will know you, as it will know your life, through all the beginnings.

For so long we all walk in the foot steps of Life, you will see the stars in the sky, even as you pass the "POND" by. And remember, that even if you think it is the last time, it is most likely, simply, the beginning.  And of course,

THERE ARE NO ENDINGS.

Dreaming, Have you Ever Wondered?

When was it? When, doesn't really matter, it just was. I was there, at the "POND". The "ONE" was far away, when I wanted her to be there with me. Does it really matter.  Does "She" ever wonder or was I just dreaming. 

In the middle of the night,  as I go wondering. I passed the Dream Weaver, among the stars. Should I feel lonely? Do you ever wonder. From the mountains of faith to the "POND" so very deep. I must be looking for something. And even though I know that the "POND" is deep, I go walking in, dreaming and searching for the next beginning.

 

Lift me up, turn me around, but let me in. I have known the dawn, yet missed the sunset, even if only in my dreams. Do you ever wonder. 

The "POND" felt me, and I remembered, that perhaps, what was lost in one of the beginnings, could be found,  but only, by some one, who was not looking......... in the middle of the night.

Every ripple upon the "POND" was another beginning and out of the blue, out of the night, I was feeling things, I had forgotten to feel before. The "POND" knew from the very start of this and every beginning, that there was no need to walk alone, And  that the "ONE" was on the far side of the "POND". Always in my Dreaming. The "POND" lifted me up and  I knew that the "ONE" would understand. To touch a dream is to live the reality.

Dreaming, have you ever wondered?

The "POND" had always been there and would always be. It is me, that was destined to walk on by and to always return. The "ONE" had been there for all the Beginnings, perhaps, just not at the same time. Yet "She" was still the "ONE".

The "POND" has given me so much and yet I would find a reason to give it all up, to walk with the "ONE" again. I have smiled, laughed, lived and yet time has gone by. Do you ever wonder.

Did I ever love you, did you ever love me. Have we ever dreamed together, I wonder and I know.

 And the Dream Weaver moved the moon out of the "POND" and with the reflection, I knew that, there is a reason, I was there. Have you ever "Wondered"

I know that the Dream Weaver, will let the moon shine, so I will be able to find the "ONE". And I still believe, that the "ONE" will shine for me. And I heard the "POND" and remembered again, my time is when it is meant to be. You can't see the future, can't change the past, the present is now, and they will always last, forever, in the"POND".

Again, I knew. When I don't look,  I can see the "ONE", smile. Will we walk on together? Did you ever wonder. That's the path where this beginning goes, no need for a reason, even with, eyes wide shut.

Here I am standing in the "POND" living my dreams and I know that in this beginning, our time has come again. At the "POND" we can have the time of this life. The Moon, the Stars, all of the Seasons, have a song to sing, only to be heard when we are not listening, In The Middle of the Night, when we are dreaming and all we have to do, is not try.

In this beginning we have had so little time together, but it is no illusion. Stop and think of who we are, in the Dreams, always while Dreaming. So much to share, closer everyday. The "ONE", is in the middle of the Night, Dreaming, smiling and now, knowing.

The "ONE" is in my dreams and the "POND" has told me, that even in the middle of the Night, the "POND" will hear our lives forever, We just need to, believe.

The "POND" reminded me to search my Soul, there is so much more in life, and we should all know that we can use the light of the moon, to find our way back to where the beginning belongs. The time has come, lives are changing, Dreaming, and yes, I have wondered.

The "Pond" will always be ours, and we are the ripples of fascination.

Have you ever wondered, Eyes wide shut, Dreaming.

The Stranger..........?

There came a beginning, when, "She" that is the Stranger came upon the "POND"

Just then, the Summer breeze came blowing across the "POND" The Breeze lingered there, simply to touch the hair of "She" that is the Stranger. "She who is the Stranger knew that she was meant to walk on, to live "Her" life. "Her question was a simple one, When?

"She" knew that the breeze was asking her to walk on together. "She" who is the Stranger, thought it has been a long time, a very long time, or had there never been a time. And the breeze whispered to her that she didn't need a reason. It was then that "She" who is the Stranger, realized that she knew this place and would stay through all of, this beginning. "She" who is the Stranger, felt her life and wanted to see the warm light as it was dancing in the "POND". For surely this was life as she had dreamed of, both by day and night.

"She" who is the Stranger asked, was this to be another new beginning. It feels so right, am I of this place?

The "POND", the summers breeze, the warm light, had always been there. always in Her dreams. And "She" who is the Stranger is happy. And more; "She" who is the Stranger saw in the blue sky, the kites sailing, the birds flying, even the stars shining. For you see, "She" is of this place.

This beginning, was her place, beneath the sky of blue.

Softer then the summers breeze, within the ripples of recognition the "Pond", "She"remembered that "She" had forgotten so many things. And for a moment "She" worried about the Autumn and Winter winds. The beginnings have always come and the days still go on. And "She" that is the Stranger remembered what the "POND" had taught "her" each bird sings it's own song and it just doesn't get any better then the breeze that blows across the "POND" under the sky of blue.

We of the "POND" are a part of you. 

It was then, that "She" who is the Stranger, smiled and closed her eyes, only to see The Moon in the "POND", the Dream Weaver, the warm Summers breeze and to hear the "POND" say to "Her" welcome back, We have all been waiting for youto return. And "She" that  was the Stranger, laughed and said, this, is MY PLACE, and then knew that "She"..........WAS, No longer, the Stranger, and that, "She" was home.

And the "POND" asked "She" that had been the Stranger, so tell us of your journey, for we want to, remember, with you. Tell us of the friends, the places, the journey. "She" had forgotten about those things and now "She" remembered, simply because the "POND" reminded her that she did not have to live in the past only the now. That is the true beauty of a "BEGINNING".

"She" smiled and walked upon the breeze, for "She" was Happy and a Stranger no more.  

This was "Her" Place. And for the first time, not only in,

 "Her" Dreams

 

The Night

In the beginnings, the world moved on and took the day with it. The warmth of the sun was gone and the light of the moon appeared. Not an illusion just a fact. And I just wanted to fly to the bright side of the moon. I knew that from the start.

I don't want to change the night, I would just like to meet the "Dream Weaver". I know there is a place where we can go with out fear, where a warm wind blows and I would really like to see, the moon tonight.

I thought I was looking for protection from the Storm. Then I remembered what the "POND" had taught me; you can't go back; For each and every moment you have so little time. That is the truth about the beginnings.

It was then, during the night that I knew the "Dream Weaver".

"The "POND" and the "Dream Weaver" are a part of each other. I wasn't walking in the dark. And the "Dream Weaver" took me up and welcomed me again. 

Moon light in the night, it really is quite pleasing. And the "Dream Weaver"  reached out to me and thought, Isn't that the way we glow. If you want to be closer to me, then I will have to touch you again. 

Now, as I lay myself, down to sleep, I smile. I know that the moon really is in the "POND" and in the evening, it really is, very pleasing.

Save the night for me!

I Still Believe

It must have been another beginning. The "POND" was there, it was always there and always would be.

I still believe in you, still believe that the sun will shine on me.

I still believe that there is a reason, a meaning, to why we are here.

I still believe that there is a place we can go, where we can see the lite.  Where the moon is in the "POND" and I am not just dreaming my life away. Where we can just stand in the doorway in the rain,  just to be there again, it is a brand new day.

 So I  walk on past the "POND". It is a lonely road, to find a place inside us, that only I could know. That is the way life goes, just a whisper on the wind.

So I still walk on,  just to know it all again, don't need a reason cause the words I need to tell you are the words I didn't say. The feelings that I have, I know will never die. The "POND" has always told me there are no endings.

The shooting star in the sky tells me, to never turn away. I am not of this world. My time has yet to come, it is a brand new day and that is the only answer.

The "Pond" is the place we can go, I still believe and always will. Don't turn away, you are not of this world. Every moment, every heart beat, it seems so clear, forever.

I know, I have a long way to go.

But I still believe, that is the only answer.

The "POND" has always known, and the "POND" has taught me, once again to:

BELIEVE