Let it be O' Sun

Let it be O' Sun

Over the hills, I wait for thee;
the sunlight beam of dusk.
Yet a silent to provoke me,
yonder with the morning musk.
Yet profound by a morning sound;
the wind-chimed birds.
A beauty to be found,
within nature's words.
With the aura of a newborn day;
an outstretched colors,
painted like the month of May.
I wait for thee O' sun, light my day.
Let flowers blossom with fragrance great;
with beauty so awe it beknownst my fate.
Well beknownst to me, the soon setting sun-
denoted the beginning of night marks the end of day.
Showering me with beauty outdone,
like the birth of May.
With the grace of God, your beauty dost shine.
A proof of my existence, a fairy tale dream-
to taste life ajar, a nectar of wine
and sample the melody of the sunlight beam.

-A.M. Snow

What are We?

What are we?
A dream none-the-less
or perhaps just maybe,
a lost shepherd's sheep?

What are we?
A caged bird who sings
or are we more than what we see?
Perhaps we're a dream within itself,
or maybe the dreamer.

Have we lost our ways,
a reason to live?
Have we forgotten the beauty of life,
that of a natures worth?

Perhaps we fratricide our being,
as we fall unto greed.
We steal from the poor man,
and we give it all to the rich.

We teach the youth to kill;
to teach love is a crime.
We forgot what we once believed,
blamed it all on God, not ourselves.

What are we? Who are we?
A dream none-the-less
or perhaps just maybe,
a lost shepherd's sheep?

-A.M. Snow

I am Love's Profound Lost Love

I am Love's Profound Lost Love

I am love's profound lost love,
I fade each night away.
I have gained nothing yet lost all,
grasping the perpetual sway.

But woe as sorrow did covers me,
I kneeled before thee humbled and lost.
I gave unto thee a blood soaked quill,
and a text of a tragic play.

-A.M. Snow