Wings Of A Nightingale

ALL BECAUSE OF YOU

Crescendo resonates as I sing our love song,
Every word and note, it's in you I belong.
My voice, silvery as you describe it to be
My dear, it is so, because you inspire me.

Thoughts of you will never cease to exist,
Whether near or far I feel your warm embrace.
When things go wrong, your soothing words I seek,
You lift me up when my spirit seem to break.

I can't pretend that life goes on
Without you in every step,
I can't accept when I was told 
That love is bitter-sweet.
For to be with you, there is no moment
Not worth to love, to keep.

- Lark -
8.13.13
(updated 8.13.15)

THE TRAVELER

In the quietude of a less traveled dusty road,
A set of footprints from as far as one can see.
A lone traveler seem to drift,
A baggage-full dreams, he carry.
In his journey from here and there,
He asks himself:
Will there be one corner of this earth,
Where I can find my place, with 
Somebody to rest?
He spotted an element-battered sign.
An arrow pointing to the east.
"Isn't that where the sun rises?"
"Isn't it where I should go next?"
Tired of running he follows the sign, 
Conviction and hope he foresee.
In time before the sun goes down,
The traveler shall find a home.

- Lark -
8.22.2013



 

A SOLDIER'S GIFT

"I have to go", "I have to leave"
His words of goodbye, his heart seem to break.
His duffle bag waiting, ready to be carried,
To a new road and place where he is to live.

Take care of our dear little one, he said
Each step he took, drops of tears he shed.
Slow steps farther and away from his beloved,
Someday these steps, he's hoping to retrace.

He fought the battle, hard times he endured,
In the jungles and desert, each night and day.
One day at a time, thought filled with uncertainty,
A soldier's life: Love of family, humanity, and country.

- Lark -
04.13.2014



DRAW ME IN

When I'm out in the cold,
Draw me into the circle of your arms.
Enkindle me with the fire of your love,
To keep me safe and warm.
When I feel lost with uncertainty,
Draw me in.
Entice me to look into your eyes,
Where I will see a glimpse of hope.
Be my beacon of light, that
Guides me to follow the true north.
Draw me in,
To where the end is the beginning
Of something that I thought,
Has ended.

- Lark -
08.29.2015