Poetry - copywritten

Shell's Sea

The surf is rumbling
through my brain
tides of dreams fill my soul
life is on the verge of change
I am stronger than I was yesterday
my dreams are returning
the tide is coming in again
crashing into the surf
dreams of a passing fancy
tommorrow my dreams
will be of something true
I will be loved for being me
the shell
who hears the music in lifes tide
the hushed whisper of the breeze
the roar of natures awesome power
and the music of souls as they enter my sea...
Blue skys ahead
dark storms past
the dreams return.




I'm a Gypsy

I'm a gypsy taking wing
a feather in my hair
dancing by the fire light
then by the moon
hushed whispers of the breeze
says come follow me
a sea of green waving back at me
I'm on a mission
just taking the long road
touching souls
and living free
I'm a gypsy



Flying Fretless

Ever she flies past lifes open flames
like the wind swift and true
she soars over mountains
just hoping to catch the view
the light of steel blue
casts glitter to her wing
the music guides her
straight and true
onward and upward
to the heavens she soars
she's got the mood
she's in the groove
can't touch down
or stay around
if you see her say good bye
she's flyin past lifes open flames
on her way to catch the view...

Michelle Hazard 5/11/03