VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
March 25

Into my life came a radiant hue,
Colors of friendship, and riches anew.
Your unselfish manner asking, "What can I do?"
I'm glad I've touched keyboards with you!

Your friendship I treasure--words simply can't say,
The warmth and affection your e-mails display.
Always wishing to give, and your words do ring true.
I'm glad I've touched keyboards with you!

We share many secrets as most "Close Friends" do.
We've suffered, survived; and, yes, made it thru.
Those difficult times, when most had no clue.
I'm glad I've touched keyboards with you!

As the breeze gently blows thru fresh morning air,
I see you not, yet I know you are there.
Smiles that glisten as fresh morning dew,
I'm glad I've touched keyboards with you.

You've painted my world, and Oh what a 'View.'
Sweet pale pinks, fresh greens, and gentle blue.
When my day is finished, and I bid adieu,
I'm glad I've touched keyboards with you.

~ Copyright © Samantha ~

2006

have you ever pondered the true, real and utmost meaning of love, for years we have seen this little sayings "Love is..." but yet I truly believe that no one, not a single person in this world knows what love truly is, describe it to me and I'll tell you things change.

2005

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you."
- Jeremiah 29:11-12 -

2004

it seems that sometimes I do real good in not missing him, then I realize that I am only lying to myself.

2003

I tried to take the pictures off my desk and put them away, they are still there. I tried to put the girls to rest but they still stand sentinel in the living room. I tried to allow Bert and Squirt to go to the stuffed box, but yet they still sit in their corner. The rose, the first gift, a gift from both, a symbol, still sits where I can see it. why did I become invisible when all the reminders have not?

2002

white, wet, out of season but yet falling and falling, blowing and building the snow keeps falling

2001

thoughts are lost on the world who cannot understand what is in the mind of someone like myself

2000

When the body goes no more
Where the mind can no longer hold up the spirit
and sleep comes without thought
This is where peace finally arrives

1999

Madame Sun
come shine on me this day
take the chill from my bones

breathe life into the fields
the nests and the burrows
Melt away winters ice and let the waters run freely

1998

If I surrender all. How much will you take?
Will you steal my mind? My heart?
Will you treat it tenderly?
With gentleness and patience?
How much do I have to give?
Will it be enough, or will you demand more?
Will I fail you?
Destroy myself?
If I surrender all. Will you crush me?
Tear me to shreds and leave me crying,
Bleeding crystal blood.
Will you destroy me?
I can't take that chance
I can't let you in
I can't ever let anyone in,
for if I do I will have lost.
Will I ever be able to climb beyond this self made prison?
Where did the walls come from
Who laid the stones of the foundation
The building took decades,
and are made of stone older than that
I fear the walls will never crumble
I shall always be locked inside

1997

Wit makes its own welcome and levels all distinctions.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson -