Happy New Year!

I'd love to celebrate with Junior, but then again, this dude



can get the job done more effectively than any hot stud half his age. lolol...man, oh, man...how I do adore looking at them!

Here's hoping everyone is safe tonight....take my advice, stay home tonight and just screw your brains out. Not only is it good excercise, you won't get a nasty old ticket.

Fighting a Losing Battle

By Carole Nichols

Daylight dims to greet the night,
Dusk begins it's haunting song.
Bed beckons rest to weary bones,
And one more day of life is gone.

The mirror cannot tell a lie;
Showing what life on you has wrought.
Vanity's tricks cannot conceal
Nips and tucks that have been bought

The young at heart sadly sigh,
At the age in hair and on skin.
Living extremes to complete dreams,
Grousing at aches, yet, do it again.

Maybe This Time the D.A. Won't be Stupid

http://www.dailycamera.com/news/2008/dec/26/jonbenet-ramsey-12-years-later/
Garnett: Cold case to get fresh look

Friday, December 26, 2008

The Ramsey investigation was moved to the DA’s Office in December 2002, following years of public criticism of the Boulder Police Department’s handling of the case.

Garnett said he’s still wading through the evidence and complex history of the case, and he plans to meet with investigators familiar with the homicide before deciding how to handle it.

Calling the murder of JonBenet “no more important than other cases” of its type, Garnett said the police department likely has more resources and is better equipped to handle the investigation at this point.

“I want to look very closely at the resources of the DA’s Office and make a careful decision about what resources to continue to expend on the case,” he said. “There is something seductive about this case that can cause every law-enforcement person who works on it to become fascinated with its twists and turns and thereby spend endless energy on it.”

Unlike his predecessor, Mary Lacy, who has made clear her view that an intruder killed JonBenet, Garnett said he doesn’t have any preconceived notions about the case or where any future investigation should lead.

Regardless of new DNA, until that DNA is identified, and third party transfer can be excluded, in my opinion, Patsy Ramsey has not be cleared of suspicion. This little girl deserves justice....it's hard to believe that, had she lived, she'd be 18.

Peace and You

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

In dreams, the candle burns,
Such a sweet and simple thing;
So small, yet it brightly shines,
Lighting the joy that you bring.

The warm glow sparks a memory,
Of holding you close in my arms;
Watching you breathe in the early morn,
Remembering your treasured charms.

With you, there are no rules,
What comes must simply be;
To be candid and honest and open,
No chains or locks, for we are free.

And there's an air of innocence,
Like that of children as they play;
In cool rain puddles, happily,
On a freshly made spring day.

These feelings can only belong,
In a time and place like this;
Where my world is at peace with itself,
A place where your candle exists.

Wishes

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

You can hope and hunger,
Chasing foolish dreams;
You can plot and plan,
Concoct crazy schemes.

But only if it's meant to be
Will those dreams ever come true;
No fairy dust or wishing wells
Will make them come to you

Ambrosia and Wine

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Your lips are the color of roses red,
Moist and fresh as the morning dew;
Your skin golden with the sun's kiss;
I want to lose myself in you.

I drink from the fountain of your love,
The sweetest wine I'll ever taste;
Sparkling with the spell of your smile,
Not a drop shall I waste.

I shall worship you, my dearest jewel,
As we rest upon your petaled bed;
I'll fill your soul with all my love,
Ambrosia from which a god is fed.

I'll bath you in warm, scented oils,
As around us, playful cherubs sing;
Clothe you in silk and gossimer lace,
You shall not want for anything.

The sound of your voice thrills my heart,
For you give your love unselfishly;
You press my head to your tender breast,
Your goodness and kindness filling me.

The most rare and precious jewel,
I am replete within your hold;
These words I speak cannot compete.
You have given me wealth untold.

Anticipation

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

With fervent longing I want to taste
The lips of one I've yet to face.
I see him well within my mind;
Inner courage I've yet to find.
Will anything ever come of this?
I would know with just one kiss.

What the World Needs Now

is love, sweet love. Another year, another innocent lost forever. You have to wonder again, who would she have been to the world if she'd been allowed to grow to adulthood?

I personally don't understand how someone could look at this child with anything but the most unselfish, giving love. I don't know what could have been more important than her welfare. What has the lack of parental discipline that is being approved and enforced across our country taught these young adults who are now bearing children?

The selfishness of the "me" generation....will cost the world a future.

The Stolen Child by William B. Yeats
exerpt...

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal-chest.
i{For be comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
from a world more full of weeping than you can
understand.}

All I want for Christmas

I JUST LOVE MULTIPLE CHOICE!

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
so dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.


Another of my favorites.
This particular poem came to my attention while watching a movie entitled "The Outsiders". This was a film made solely because a group of students wrote the Studio and asked why the book had never been made into a movie. The Outsiders is a timeless movie, and this poem is a timeless poem. A poem and a movie about the death of innocence.

Starring:

Patrick Swayze
Rob Lowe
Tom Cruise
Matt Dillon
C. Thomas Howell
Ralph Macchio
Diane Lane
Emilio Estevez
Leif Garrett

Why We Fight

Carole Nichols

Eyes spoke of tender love,
yet full of unbearable sadness.
Did you know that you shouldn't go?
And you asked, "Please don's leave me there."

Eyes hoped for a long and fullfilled life
Did you know the money would steal it away?
Do you haunt the man with the fatal touch?
Can you see all that he's done?

Do you cry for justice in the dark night?
Rest in peace, Danny; we fight your fight.

From the Grave

Carole Nichols

Mama, if you hear me crying,
Please close your eyes and pray;
That truth survives the dawning;
And that I'll have peace one day.

Mama, if you hear me crying,
I know you loved me dear;
And I know it was given free;
I'm sorry I could never hear.

Mama, if you hear me crying,
It's because I finally know,
That all I ever loved was me,
Such selfish love, so full of woe.

Mommie
I wish I could do it better
Mommie
I'm sorry.

For Virgie, with great sympathy and affection

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Dylan Thomas


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

One of my favorite all-time poems. I will always rage against the dying of the light

Arghhhh.....Anonymous sucks, names are better even if fake

Ok, looks like I've been "discovered". By special request, I've toned the graphics down. Have fun looking around, and feel free to comment.

I hope to be adding more to this site....but I've got to get the courage up to do it, and try to find a way to keep those under 18 from getting to them. Yeah, they are that far out there!

And some of them I wrote as a teen, and they aren't here yet. Somehow those years and aches and pains, and that learning experience is so very sacred. I laugh at them now when I read them, and then I sigh, and remember.

Shaved

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


Wet and hot in the middle of the forest,
Haunting cries in the distance beckoning;
The heady fragrance of the flowers,
The musky cavern of hidden secrets.
Yet you seek that gentle hill of delight.

A yielding mount in the fertile valley,
Awaiting a viewing by hungry eyes;
With the foliage swept away, it appears,
Flushed and alive, sweet beauty revealed;
Greedy and giving, awaiting a visitor.

And life's fountain pours over it,
Urging a drink of the gleaming nectar;
Silky smooth and and tempting to touch,
Captivating to the senses, sweet flesh;
Inviting you to linger in passion's fold.

Wants and Needs

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


There is such a restlessness inside
That I try so very hard to hide.
I know that I should just let go,
But that's difficult to do, you know?

You answer such a need in me,
That right now I cannot see
A time when I would be happy
With you as just a memory.

I have no wants when I'm with you;
You know exacly what to do.
You make my heart and body soar;
You give me all and then some more.

You take care of my every need,
In thought as well as in deed;
You are my friend and my lover,
And right now I don't want another.

Is it so wrong to feel this way?
To enjoy so much these games we play?
Our wants and needs are just the same;
Wants and needs too wild to tame.

Flickering Light

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

That tiny light distant shines,
Fickering as a candle exposed,
A pulsing beat to call me forth;
Yet speaks not of what it holds.

A curious thing, growing nearer not,
Sends a finger of warmth to tease;
Perhaps some tired soul seeking a haven,
A place of safety in the stormy night;

Needing solace in morphia's arms,
A bower to bide from force of the gale.
Shall I venture forth for which to see
Does it to me silenty hail?

Perhaps it's one who holds my dreams,
Delivering now, with me to share.
Perhaps I'm the dream he sees from afar,
Struggling e'er to draw near,

That tiny light brightly flicks,
Dare I step into the cold and chance,
Perhaps to find naught but what once was,
A lying taste of lost romance?

And the light a dying ember;
The sound of the wind, a broken song,
As it sits in the distance, flickering;
Can I reach it before it is gone?

Peace Tonight

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

On this most holy of nights,
I find myself longing for peace;
That at this time, all over the world,
The fighting and killing would cease.


I find myself yearning for peace of heart,
To have the deep-seeded anger swept away;
To find myself filled with joy and laughter,
When I rise in the morning to greet the day.


I find myself wanting peace of mind,
To know that I've done my very best;
I'd like to let life take care of itself,
And not worry about any of the rest.


I find myself seeking peace of soul,
To know that the future is sunny and bright;
To find that best place to linger,
To experience life, to bask in the light.


I find myself hoping for peace everywhere,
A place where there's no hate or strife;
For on this holiest night, there came only love,
Peace from the One who gave all of us life.

Future Dream

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Last night, the strangest dream had I,
For on some unknown pebbled beach we walked;
Hands loosely clasped, toward a setting sun,
And in this dream, we finally talked.

There was a peace between two friends,
Who'd wandered many a stormy shore;
Yet, there was no awkward sense of distance,
In our old age, we were friends once more.

We looked nothing like we looked right now,
Time had marked out limbs and spirits well;
But as our eyes surveyed each other,
Twas as if the past had cast us in its spell.

We spoke of all that had occured,
In the silent years we were apart;
It was such a joy to talk together again,
To know you finally believed from the heart.

Oh, what we felt when all was said,
Was a vague sense of regret and sadness;
That we walked separate paths to get here,
Because of a moment of bittersweet madness.

Twas strange to dream of the future so,
But it's surety there felt truly right;
I awoke with a dawning spark of hope,
That someday, the end of the silence I'll sight.

More Than a Pet

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


How can I tell you goodbye?
What words could even begin to say
How very special you were to us,
How still it is since you went away?

The house is quiet now
I didn't know how much your presence filled,
and how you helped to make a home for us,
The laughter has been stilled.

You never met a stranger,
Love was what you gave and knew;
The joy has gone now from our eyes,
Sissy, girl, we all miss you.

You couldn't have been more human
If you had passed from a human womb;
Your footsteps have been silenced
By the coldness of the tomb.

There must be a place in heaven
For creatures, great and small;
Who bring to us unconditional love,
Sissy, you were the greatest of them all.

Catching Life

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

So small to be sitting there,
Eyes looking down to the dust on the floor;
Waiting, just waiting for life to arrive,
Catch her up and take her out the door.

Somebody should tell her life doesn't come,
You have to reach out as it flashes by;
Grab it all, the good and the bad,
Take your chances, learn to fly.

Somebody should raise her head so she'd see,
Life as it makes it's maddening round;
The dust she sees will no memory make,
Only by living will memories be found.

Passionate Love

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

In the warmth of shifting shadows
Languid limbs, glowing in a flickering fire;
Eyes that promise dreams come true,
Beseechingly beckon, take me higher.

Fragrance sifts the heavy air
That flows and touches the softest skin;
Lips dewy, red, pursed in a moist plea,
Let me feel the rapture again.

And the trembling takes and shakes the soul,
Exquisite agony building inside;
And shattering crystals of infinite joy,
Glimmer in passion, unable to hide.

In this bed of love, captive held,
Riding the crest of a sweet, temptuous flood;
Languid limbs now entangled and still,
Passion ran wild in lover's blood.

Love Gift

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

I will take a ray of sunshine,
Warm and glowing bright;
Fill it with all my love,
Send it to my heart's delight.

Wrap it up with moonbeams,
Secure it with a kiss;
Send it to him on the wind,
The one whose love I miss.

I'll deliver it by a nightingale,
Who'll proclaim it in her song;
The beauty of this love I feel,
He'll know my love for him is strong.

When he receives my gift,
And it covers him from head to toe;
He'll know that I surround him
With the warmth of my heart's glow.

Mind of Stone

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


Oh, Spock, self-torturer!
You live within your mind of stone.
So rigid you are, cold and aloof;
You desire only to be left alone.
Feelings, barren to you as Vulcan,
That arid distant star;
You dissect and dispose of those like me
Who worship you from afar.

Yet constantly you struggle
Within that hybrid mind
Which strives for perfect logic,
To suppress emotions it may find.
Your analytical mind is your pride
But is is also your one shame;
For underneath the feelings creep
That even you can't tame.

Oh, great and mighty Vulcan,
Poor human suppressed within;
Scorned by both your races,
You do have one constant friend.
It hurts to see a man such as you
Refuse to accept a friend's touch.
But I do accept what you must be;
So far away, you given me so much.

It's All About Love

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


God didn't choose a rich woman
When He gave his Son to the world.
He found a soul with goodness deep;
He found a pure and simple girl.

And how blessed she was among women
For having carried Him close to her heart.
How lucky she was to have held Him;
To have loved Him from the start.

She never asked a thing from God,
Never doubted or questioned his reason;
She nurtured and loved his Only Son
And love is why we have this season.

So at this special time of year,
It's important to show how much you love,
The best gift of all comes from the heart,
As proved by our Father up above.

I Dreamed a Dream

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

I dreamed a dream, or think I did,
It's been so long since I went there;
It seemed to be a special dream,
Made me want to feel and care.

The place where I stood was so alive,
The air thick with the scent of hope;
I breathed it deep, my heart did start,
To believe with trust it could again cope.

The glow of the golden sky shown down,
Bathing me with it's promise of laughter;
The chill in my soul began to melt,
I caught a glimmer of what I want to be after.

There was someone there, no face, no name,
He called to me sweetly, dared me to feel.
I felt myself longing to take a chance,
To forget all the sorrow, let myself heal.

In that dream, I started to dance,
Filled with joy and peace I missed so;
Was a wonderful place, I think, this dream,
Yet to find it here, I must go slow.

I dreamed a good dream, or think I did;
Whatever it was, I didn't want to leave.
But if I try, I can make that dream here;
I know in my heart, I just have to believe.

The Perfect Angel

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


God doesn't always tell us
Why things happen the way they do;
But, Mom, I think I know
The reason why He took you.

You see, I think my angel
Was so tired from following me,
It seems I may not have paid attention,
I didn't see what I needed to see.

Perhaps I went through a dozen or more,
Each throwing their halos, calling it a day;
Till there were no more who wanted the job,
Then God heard you, each time you did pray.

I think He knew you were the one,
Who could make me hear and understand;
He knew you would never turn away
If things didn't go exactly as planned.

So He saw the chance to do two good things,
Make you whole, and make me heed;
He took you and gave you angel wings;
From all your pain, you were freed.

And because He knew you loved me so,
He set you down close by my heart,
To soothe, and give me your wisdom,
To set me right when my wanderings start.

They say that angels aren't human,
But God made an exception with you;
And, Mom, you're the perfect angel for me,
Your love for me comes shining through.

The Perfect Angel

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


God doesn't always tell us
Why things happen the way they do;
But, Mom, I think I know
The reason why He took you.

You see, I think my angel
Was so tired from following me,
It seems I may not have paid attention,
I didn't see what I needed to see.

Perhaps I went through a dozen or more,
Each throwing their halos, calling it a day;
Till there were no more who wanted the job,
Then God heard you, each time you did pray.

I think He knew you were the one,
Who could make me hear and understand;
He knew you would never turn away
If things didn't go exactly as planned.

So He saw the chance to do two good things,
Make you whole, and make me heed;
He took you and gave you angel wings;
From all your pain, you were freed.

And because He knew you loved me so,
He set you down close by my heart,
To soothe, and give me your wisdom,
To set me right when my wanderings start.

They say that angels aren't human,
But God made an exception with you;
And, Mom, you're the perfect angel for me,
Your love for me comes shining through.

Whispers Across Time

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


The gentle breeze comes to me,
Across time and space and distance;
A teasing breath with hints of cinnamon,
And my mind opens without resistance.

The voices come, soft, but clear,
Traveling across some unseen sea;
Echoes of words spoken long ago,
By departed souls so dear to me.

When I hear the sound of gentle music,
Whispering notes of wisdom in the air;
I'm suddenly surrounded by all their love,
I want those voices to linger there.

Then they come to me, together they speak,
And tell me with a hint of laughter;
They are always here and will forever be,
There are no doors in the here-after.

And I'm filled with such a happy thought,
The ones I miss are just a whisper away;
In the cinnamon scented breeze I can feel,
Filling me with their love each day.

Lament of a High School Hero

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

The echos of cheers
Still ring in his ears,
Though the field is empty once more.
And it's been twenty years,
Yet his eyes fill with tears,
As his minds passes through the door.

He was a hero back then,
Scoring time and again,
And the love of his life cheered him on.
He didn't dream her love would end,
He lived for the very love she'd send,
Like the cheers, now the love is gone.

And the stadium is bare,
There's no one left to care,
As he walks through dreams of the past.
He remembers the cheers,
He longs for those years,
And a love that didn't last.

Goodbye

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

I have no regrets
Even though you are gone.
I have my memories
And I don't feel alone.

Thank you for your kindness,
Thank you for your touch,
Thank you for your love, dear,
I will miss you, oh, so much.

You made me no promises,
I asked you for none.
But you gave me something priceless
That can never be undone.....

THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME BACK MYSELF!

Revelation

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Silence, in the midst of chaos,
Sound but a muddied imprint of the past;
And the tears a ribbon etched in blue,
Holding to memories fading fast.

The view from the tower of broken dreams,
Dark and dull with the tolling bell;
A chasm of roiling angry clouds,
Hiding yet holding the keys to hell.

In silence, looking into the pain,
Wounds never healed but well concealed;
The dizzying floating that you feel,
Is deception, betrayal, now revealed.

The Souvenir

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

It was so special, yet I did fear
I'd be unable to keep the memory near.
This wonderful weekend you gave to me;
Time and distance make it so hard to see.
But unpacking brought me a sweet surprise;
There was your shirt before my eyes.
And as I held it to me and smelled your scent,
It came back so sharp how our time was spent.
Once again I could see the plane land;
Feel your warm skin with my hand.
Feel the excitement at the way you could drive,
Remember feeling so very alive.
I can remember laughing from the start;
From the first you worked to ease my heart.
I gave myself into your care,
And let you take me everywhere;
To Hooters with the "racing team",
The time we spent there was like a dream.
And dancing long into the night
You pulling me close, holding me tight.
Then there was the magic of the track;
I would give anything to go back.
The drivers and cars so close to me,
I saw everything I wanted to see.
But better that anything in my mind,
Was the times we were alone, I find.
I never counted on being treated so well,
And you loved pleasing me too, I could tell.
The memories come so strong and sweet,
So finding this shirt is kind of neat.
And though I hated to see you go....
I can't wait to come there and play in the snow!

Run With Me

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Take my hand and run with me,
Across the meadow, wild and free.

Taste life at it's very best,
And when we tire, we shall rest,

In a bed of flowers and rosy clover,
Come to me and be my lover.

Let the sun caress our skin,
As a warming fire burns within;

Let the breeze fan the heady heat,
As from the world we retreat.

Let nature sing it's simple song,
As our hearts join where we belong.

And when the passion fades away,
And we hold each other in the day,

Body to body, sighing, content,
In the crushed petals and sensual scent;

Let us remember that love is free,
Yet you took my hand and ran with me.

Rocking in the Cradle

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Those arms form a cradle
That I step into and cling,
As he rocks me so gently,
Soothing away life's little sting.

It's a place of sweet relaxing,
That cradle rocking slow;
Cocooned and sheltered from harm,
It washes away all cares and woe.

How welcome this feeling of peace,
How precious this comforting hold;
How safe I feel, and needed,
Protected from the winter's cold.

It's a place of forgetting,
It's a place of wonder and hope;
It gives me strength to carry on,
It makes it easy for me to cope.

As he rocks me in his cradle,
I find in my mind a way to home;
For a moment in time, I'm reassured,
I know I don't stand alone.

Slowly he moves, always rocking,
His voice a whisper in my ear;
Telling me it will all come right,
Rocking in that cradle, so dear.

Letters

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

There have been millions of letters,
Penned by lovers in the quiet of the night;
All of their passion put to pen,
By the romantic glow of candlelight.
Sonnets written and sung in whispers,
For the one who gave them this restless wake;
Line after line, spilling their dreams,
To the absent love that makes them ache.

There have been miles of shredded letters,
Which never saw the light of day;
Written by a hurt or angry hand,
Harsh words written, then thrown away.
Splattered with hot, bitter tears,
To the one who has left them alone;
Line after line, drowning their dreams,
Unable to believe their love is gone.

There must be millions of people,
Who sit here typing in the early day;
When the world outside is black and still,
To work, to talk, to record, to play.
Hoping to find something real and rare,
To connect some way, their hearts will define;
In a world of strangers, building their dreams,
Letters written and sent...love's gone online.

Unfinished Plans

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Even love's good memories can hurt;
Sharply tangy and so bittersweet,
'Cause a memory is just something gone,
Of things that will never be complete.

So many things you didn't do
When you had the chance;
You still see them on that list,
A place, an act, that special dance.

And even if there's no regret
For all the times you had,
You still yearn for the should have been's
And it makes you feel so sad.

So you ache for the lost dreams
That, now, will never come true;
And you dream of just one more chance
That you know will not be given to you.

You feel the good memories creeping in,
And you try so hard to shut them away
Til you can look at them once more
Without feeling the loss and hurt of today.

Sticky Fingers

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Sticky fingers, covered and sweet

With the juices of such wonderful things;

Inhale the scent of the warm, ripe fruit,

Recall the image and memory it brings.

How filling was that wet repast;

How tempting it was to the mind;

How the nectar kissed the nose and chin;

As you took from it all you could find.

A sigh escapes as now, replete,

The aromatic texture still lingers

Then the taste buds on the tongue explode

As you lick clean those sticky fingers.

Summer's End

CAROLE NICHOLS

Heat still touches her golden face,
Yet sadness sings without a sound;
She watches as a lone leaf falls,
Alone and dying, spinning to the ground.

Flowers abound in fragrant profusion,
Ever more pungent in the steamy heat;
Yet the petals are turning with each day,
The cool of the night will send defeat.

In her heart she knows that seasons pass,
The warmth will leave but then return;
But she hates the journey into the cold,
For the kiss of the sun she'll always yearn.

She sits in the stillness of summer's end,
A lone tear falling to join the leaf,
Casting wishes and longings into the sun,
Delay, another day, autumn's motif.

Daydreams

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Though the silence surrounds me;
In the heaviness of the silence, I hear a smile.
In the thickness of the silence, I float in the clouds.
In the deepness of the silence, I am filled with thoughts of you.

My thoughts wander on wings of gossimer dreams
Held by the quick silver essence of something elusive,
Yet still, the promise of capture beckons, enticing,
I find myself missing what I've never seen.

Criteria for Love

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

To a child, things are simple;
They see life through innocent eyes.
To him, love is easily revealed;
It's simply the person on whom he relies.
To him, love is total trust,
And faith is right there, too.
It forms the basis of all love;
Stays with him his whole life through.
It is odd that we were children once;
We know these basic things.
Yet, we often confuse love and passion,
And look at the heartache it brings.
We search throughout adulthood
Trying to find that feeling;
Forgetting that faith and trust must exist,
Or love will often leave you reeling.
If we could learn to look for love
Based on the criteria of a child,
We'd find such peace within our souls,
And our hearts would never be defiled.