Motion

When I think of motion, I think of waves
The waves of life as we move to it's beat
Motion is the beat of the heart in rhythmic tones
It is a note of joy when two hearts meet.

It is laughter and smiles among friends
That brings joyous movement to our faces
It is candid moments of beauty that's unforgettable
There is certain motion in the most familiar places.

A stereo of sound is motion for dance
Through the airwaves of time it sets a mood
Sending our senses into a tumult of thoughts
We play in motion to the sound of music

Motion in progress is what we crave
It calls us in every sense of existence
The wind in motion is a cress of loveliness
Pushing us forward with loving persistence.

Beauty is the unfolding of a rose in motion
It is the petals of color that exudes the essence
The motion of creation in it's finest form of growth
Flooding the atmosphere with a fragrance of finesse

Motion gives us a delicacy in life
Existence is motion, motion is existence.

Teresa Davis

In The Night

Eyes open in the midst of darkness
Midnight thoughts awakening my senses

Where visions dance of living dreams
Of times gone by in moments it seems

Moment by moment time writes a part
In the plays of life as a true form of art

Sleep evades this wondering mind
Its never ending session of hope for human kind.

Teresa Davis

Quote by Washington Irving

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief. . . and unspeakable love.
~ Washington Irving

Journey of Conscience

My heart had felt a very great stress,
Soft hands were callused from hard work,
The toils of life had pushed me down,
To a place that was void of mirth.

There was pride in my destination,
My thoughts were set on wealth.
And in the midst of all of these,
I was slowly losing my health.

I sought prestige with material advantage,
These selfish yearnings were all in vain.
Then I was given the growth of wisdom,
Like sweet sunshine after the rain.
T. Davis


In the test of time and moment of truth.
When I saw the straight path of redemption.
It was the things the world would offer,
Which were not worthy of honorable mention.


As time passed slowly before my eyes,
All hopes and dreams had vanished.
For the things I thought were important,
Were gradually and inevitably relinquished.


Now contentment rests surely with love
Joy and happiness comes from the heart.
These are wonderful treasures of life,
Gracefully given to us from the start.
T. Davis

Beholding the Face of Life

Behold my character.

Behold my personality.

Behold my hopes, dreams, wants, and needs.

Behold my feelings, heartaches, and tears.

Behold, all these represent a consequence of daily living.

Behold my character shaped and formed by years of humble steps.

Behold my personality carved by a mixture of sunshine and rain.

Behold my hopes and dreams waiting on the shores of time.

Behold my wants and needs threatened to be washed out to sea.

Behold my feelings and heartaches on a misty cloud.

Behold my tears are an early morning fog that comes for a visit from time to time.
T. Davis

Silence

Silence

So much silence in the midst of my day
Where is the noise that shows me the way
Why are the birds not singing their song
When did the music of life go so wrong

Why am I walking alone on the street
Where are the people I so often meet
When did the cars stop honking their horns
At passerbys who walk proudly with scorn

When will the silence disappear from this day
Will it choose to go, or to stubbornly stay
Will I walk quietly, no sound to observe
Should I cry out for courage or lose my nerve

When in the night I expect silence and peace,
But the day should have singing our voices release
Often the silence brings numerous thoughts,
Without silence I focus on what sound has brought

Where is the hum of machine and of man
Where is the symphony of orchestra and band
Why is the player not plucking his guitar
Did he wander away to a city afar


Why did the fellow stop playing his horn
Perhaps his sheet music was terribly worn
Did the violin player lose his string and his bow
Did the piano player forget his key strokes

I'll stop for a minute, pause, consider the plight
Where silence is golden in day and in night
The noises will surely come in everyday living,
Yet Silence has taught me to cherish it's giving.

You

I dream of you.
My fellow my friend.
Each thought as a melody,
I adore you completely.

I think of you,
My destiny of love.
All that you are,
I will cherish afar.

I smile at you.
My subject of desire.
Your eyes are a treasure,
My object of pleasure.

I look to you,
My sweet delight.
You are my everything.
You make my heart sing.

I come to you,
My one and only.
Here I will stand.
Please take my hand.