Submitted by Kyleigh on Sat, 09/03/2011 - 19:10

 Eerie mist blankets the road,

Golden sunlight bursting through

A forest draped in silv’ry gauze

Midst pre-dawn stillness and dew,

He is there, watching o’er us.


At sunrise sisters journey through the woods,

Blades of grass bend beneath their running tread,

They stop to gather flower and feather,

And watch the deer and her kin far ahead.

And He is there, before us.


Grey fog rises from the field of dreams,

Color streaks the sky beyond the hay

Into The Golden Sun

Submitted by Ian on Thu, 08/13/2009 - 04:43

 Swept off my feet
Flying past the world
Taken by surprise,
Caught in a wild blur
Pictures and feelings
Pass by on this train
People wave,
Then say goodbye
As quickly as they came 

Taking a map,
To see where I am
I plotted out every course,
Every place, every land,
Yet I feel more lost
Then I think I’ve ever been 

I’ve left something behind
I used to hold inside
It slowly faded
From thought and mind