Beauty

The glare from the flames, and the colours that live there.
For beauty is a campfire, around it, the moments we share.

The smells, the sounds, of animals and flowers, the subtle warmth of the breeze.
For beauty is a walk through the forest, the peaceful, magical world, beneath the trees.

The tiny droplets that invade your glasses, the mist that rides on the air.
For beauty is in a waterfall, shall we get close, or do we dare?

Sitting in the grass, seeing the wonderous sights, and the star we just wished upon.
For beauty is a clear moonless night, watching the skies, till the break of dawn.

The campfire, the waterfall, and the star filled night, all filled with beauty, so very true.
But in comparison, they lack a certain lustre, for true beauty to me, is what I see, when I see you.

Written By: Mike Beleskey
schaiston "Micky" - 16 years ago

Thinking Of You

As I work along
My thoughts stray to you
I find in your absence
I am a little blue

To be in your company
Is what I desire
For being with you
Sets my soul on fire

Spending time with you
Is by far the best
But in the meantime
Let's get a little more rest

Cause rest leads to dreaming
And dreaming I love
For it will be that of you
That I am dreaming of

No, you can not be hear
And I surely am not there
So I wrote you this poem
To show a little of, how much I care

You know I could keep writing
Thoughts of you, just don't stop
But since I am still working
I really should go mop

So I will see you in the morning
When I will be as high as a kite
But until then, miss you
And hope you had a good night

Written By: Mike Beleskey
schaiston "Micky" - 16 years ago