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My Gal

She's my buddy, she's my pal,
She's my lover, she's my gal.
She makes the evening drop its dew,
Just by saying, "I love you."

The morning sun, the evening mist,
Cannot compare with one who’s kissed,
By her sweet lips, upon my own,
A greater love cannot be known.

When evening turns its head away
And finally bids adieu to day,
I rest in her unending charms,
While nestled warmly in her arms.

Her touch, is sweet upon my brow,
And never comforting more than now.
When I awake with morning light,
'Tis her eyes that meet my sight.

They shine and twinkle with love for me,
I could not ask for more, you see,
I am the luckiest man I know,
To have this lady, who loves me so.

I do not fear what may befall,
I cannot fail, I cannot fall,
For she is there to catch me when,
I cannot stand against the wind.

She is my buddy, she's my pal,
She's my lover, Yes, she's MY gal!

SpiritWalker 4/14/98

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The Old Ones

The ways of the old ones are not mine,
They float along on the wings of time,
Breathlessly I watch as they pass,
Trying to grasp them, when at last,
I fail to find what they have left for me,
I cannot recall each memory.

You see those who have gone before us all,
Have left a little of themselves that rises and falls.
In every breath in every heart beat,
We feel their presence, they guide our feet.
Yet we cannot be what they were before,
It must be ours to be all that and more.

In another time and another place,
Who of us could have taken their place?
Yet I am me and this is now,
I must use their strength to make it somehow.
So I call on them when my way is tough,
I lean on them when the going is rough.

I hear their spirit, I look to the sky,
I catch their wings, they help me fly.
I may never achieve what has already been done,
But by joining their spirits, we can become one.

SpiritWalker 4/21/98

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You Tell Me

You tell me that you love me,
I do believe that's true
But know this, my flower,
All I think about is you.

I think of you at sunrise,
When the morning breaks anew;
I think of you at sunset,
When the evening drops its dew.

I think of you at midday,
When sun is at its peak;
I think of you at midnight,
When with your thoughts I sleep.

I think of you most, my dear,
When loneliness comes to call,
I hear you softly approach my door,
I hear your footsteps fall.

I hear you whisper sweetly then,
Of all your soul’s desires.
Of passion rising higher than
Our hearts' great kindled fires.

But, babe, you mean the world to me,
I'll never let you go.
I trust your love, I always will,
Because you told me so.

SpiritWalker 4/26/98

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While We Were Apart

While we were apart, I walked with you
I talked to the memory I adore.
I laughed at your wit, and at length we would sit,
And while away the hours on the floor.

We talked of love, when we were apart,
Though we could not talk face-to-face.
I told you I care, that I'd always be there,
And, babe, I've not forgotten my place.

I know you missed me, while we were apart,
I hope you understand how I feel.
I wouldn't have gone, and left you alone,
Without knowing what we have is real.

Someone once said, when some lovers part,
That the heart grows fonder with time.
I don't doubt their word, but I find it absurd,
'Cause pain is all that grew in mine.

So, let's start again, like before we did part,
And pretend that our love's just begun.
Let's smile once again, be more than just friends,
Let our hearts beat together as one.

SpiritWalker, 6/24/98

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Spirit’s Wind

Friendship is eternal, like spirits in the wind,
For spirits have no beginning, souls have no end.
And so our hearts join, as if they were one,
And my life is reborn, for our time has begun.

With you at my side, and dreams for our path,
We'll walk through life's journey, together we'll laugh.
We'll make our fond mem'ries, to tell when we're old,
We'll cherish them always, like the finest of gold.

For never a man, ever had such a friend,
Whose love knows no boundaries, your loyalty no end.
I speak with my fathers, from years long ago,
They give us their blessings, as onward we go.

So fly with me, sister, till the sun dims it's light,
We'll fly o'er the mountains, long into the night.
We'll find more than friendship, we'll find more than song,
We'll find what's been missing, our own Spirit's Song.

SpiritWalker, 6/30/98

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Hand In Hand

The sun shone as the water lapped the shore,
They walked hand in hand on the beach.
Their thoughts soared high above the clouds,
But, not farther than their hearts could reach.

They spoke of life and wonders yet to come,
They talked as they walked in the sand.
But, far beyond the words they could speak,
Was the love between the woman and the man.

Though life is short on this temporal sphere,
There's more than our eyes can conceive.
It's the love and the laughter, The sadness and fears,
That drive us to truly believe.

To believe in one's heart, in the depths of the soul,
That love can abide anything.
That belief is released from the heart to the tongue,
For our laughter makes all the world sing.

But sadness must come, it's an integral part,
Of what makes us human and weak.
But, keep the belief, that the sadness can't last,
It will lead once again to the peak.

And fears cannot come without first having joy,
It's the loss of that joy that brings fright.
So, believe in your heart, based on what's gone before,
That the sun will again bring you light.

Yes, they walked hand in hand, and the sun kissed her hair,
And he felt that his chest would soon burst.
For, beside him that day, in the soft sea wind breeze,
Walked the woman who's love quenched his thirst.

SpiritWalker, 7/10/98

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Sunrise Song

Dawn awakens much like love
That warms the traveler’s breast.
It’s there with God and all above
I wake from perfect rest.

And as the song among the pines,
Created by the winds,
Sweeps o’er my soul, it’s thee I find
My way to you again.

The warmth of sun and summer breeze
Are mine to enjoy each day,
But in your arms I take my ease
It’s you who shows the way.

For nature could never do
The things your love has done,
To lift my spirit from below
To rise with yours as one.

And so, my love, my dear, my heart,
When morning breaks anew,
Think on me, for we’re a part
Of nature, me and you.

SpiritWalker 9/16/98

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Til Her

I can't say how much I want her,
There are no words to say,
The way I feel about her,
'Cause each and every day,

My heart cannot contain,
The joy it holds inside,
It seems I can't remain
Without her by my side.

When I hear her voice,
It makes the sun to shine.
There is no other choice,
I have to make her mine.

She is the greatest thing
That's happened to this man.
She makes my spirit sing!
I'll catch her if I can.

I have to have that girl,
It's her who makes me whole.
She has become my world,
My heart, my life, my soul.

She's the flower that I long for,
Who grows among the weeds,
A tender, fragile flower,
Whose essence fills my needs.

So, if you see my beauty,
Please, tell her that I care.
And that soon I'll do my duty,
To show her I'll be there.

SpiritWalker 9/29/98

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Desert Rain

The land was parched and dry,
There was no life within.
The sun had scorched the barren plains,
The soil was cracked and thin.

My life was in a similar state,
With troubles, toils, and pain.
I felt the heat of endless days,
Void of nurturing rain.

I never saw the cloud come in,
I never saw the signs.
Perhaps my eyes were inward turned
From the loneliness of time.

I was prepared to bear the heat,
To brave the harsh terrain.
I did not need the joy of love,
I could live without the rain.

I held my head high as I walked,
With confidence I strode.
I stalked the trails of time and space,
Though it was a lonely road.

I fell among the thorns of life,
I lay lifeless on the plains.
My lips were dry, my spirit gone,
I prayed for a drop of rain.

Just when it seemed I’d breathed my last,
Just when all hope had fled,
Just when my heart had turned to dust,
My feet had turned to lead,

There in the west arose a cloud,
Its beauty would not wane.
It left a fragrance on the air,
The sweet, sweet smell of rain.

It was on your lips and in your hair,
It was in your eyes of brown.
A love I never knew to seek,
Was the very one I found.

You rained your kisses on my brow,
My spirit rose again.
I felt my strength returning from
These golden drops of rain.

My life has changed in many ways,
This warrior’s been reborn.
My eyes are bright, alive with love,
That in your heart was formed.

Your arms gave life, your lips gave breath,
Your love erased the pain.
You brought new life to quench my thirst,
You are my Desert Rain.

SpiritWalker, 10/20/98

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It’s Not Fair

It’s not fair that I can’t have her,
It’s not fair that I’m alone.
It’s not fair that she’s there waiting,
It’s not fair that I’m not home.

It’s not fair my heart is breaking,
Will this sadness never end?
It’s not fair that I can’t hold her,
Take her in my arms again.

It’s not fair the love we nourished
Has been hindered by the miles.
It’s not fair my eyes are weeping
And my lips no longer smile.

It’s not fair my body’s aching,
For her touch, her kiss, her laugh.
It’s not fair that I’m no longer whole,
My soul’s been cut in half.

It’s not fair that I can’t smell her,
Run my fingers through her hair.
“It’s not fair!” I shout in anger,
“Oh, my darling, it’s not fair!”

SpiritWalker, 10/22/98

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