During the
early days wakening I hear a bird singing a song of merriment and love.
You are in
my thoughts.
As the sun
warms and wakes the morning forest with gentle caresses.
You are in
my thoughts.
When the
breeze so cool and fresh gently tosses my hair about with grace and ease.
You are in
my thoughts.
As I breath
in the morning smells of the forest and flowers giving my mind a light
uplift.
You are in
my thoughts.
Thinking
of you is a wonderful pastime. Just the thought of you near me makes my
heart light
and my body
tremble.
How can I
know if you think of me too?
By
Barbara Phillips
June 6, 1998
THE MAGICAL PLACE
To Take a
journey to the magical place is a wonderful experience.
Can you go?
Close your
eyes and feel the morning dew peppering your face with cool dampness, feel
the sun
as compassionate
as a lover embrace your body with the warmth of the days beginning. Feel
the
coolness
of the breeze as it wraps you in its arms.
Are you there?
In this magical
place you can be what you want to be or just more of who you are. The grass
is
so very green
and damp for the nights few. The flowers are just awakening to reach their
leaves and
petals for the suns soft gentle caresses. The birds are singing in the
mornings
quietness
giving music to the magical place. The sun streaming through the trees
mingling with
the morning
mist to create a rainbow as well as to warm the cool morning breeze.
Will you
stay?
After hours
that seem like minutes it is time to leave this magical place, but you
can always
return in
your dreams and in your heart. Because the magical place is a place of
love and
comfort within
you.
Will you
return?
By
Barbara Phillps
THINKING OF YOU
The morning
sun filters gracefully through the trees to gently caress my face with
warmth and
love. Ever
so gently as a lover would.
I thought
of you.
The gentle
morning breeze blows through my hair delicately moving it out of my eyes.
So
tenderly
and caring.
I thought
of you.
As I sat
on the dew kissed grass, with cool moist blades. It reminded me of soft
sensuous
kisses.
I thought
of you.
I watched
the spring water softly bubble from the ground to form a small stream,
so soft, cool
and clear
flowing gently to embrace every grain of sand and blade of grass.
I thought
of you.
The fawn
the came to drink from the stream, its dark brown eyes wide with excitement
and softly
breathing
in the beauty of the glade.
I thought
of you.
And as I
slowly walked away from this special place I thought of you. Realizing
that tI am very
lucky to
have someone like you to think of in such a special place.
by
Barbara Phillips
