In Awe

By Darlene Santiago © November 2008

Angel wings and fairy dust flying through the air,

I wonder where they will land and I wonder if I’ll be there?

Colors of pinks, greens and blues, oh what a sight to see,

Angels are so soft and white and fairies are so free.

Angels fly in different forms and Angels touches ones heart,

Fairies touch the tips of flowers as in and out they dart.

My eyes behold the wonderment as fingers wish to touch

and hold in my hands those Angel wings and sparkling fairy dust.

My Star

By Darlene Santiago © 5/1/09

I wish —

To walk the white sands of the peaceful

While gazing at the wonderments of time

To climb the stone steps of the ancients

And stand in awe at the temples to my God.

To follow the trails of mankind and take

A carriage ride through the streets of my dreams.

To reach the top of the world, touch the bottom of the sea,

And then soar to the heavens above.

I wish –

To look in your eyes, hold tight to your heart

And breathe my last breath — with you

 Pure Love

By Darlene Santiago © September 2009

You are hungry —

I am nourishment —

Let me feed you.

You thirst —

I am pure water —

Let me quench your soul.

You struggle to breathe —

I am air —

Let me breathe for you.

You strive for acknowledgement —

I am perfection —

Let me give you approval.

You want to make choices —

I am your justification —

Let me help you know right from wrong.

Your face stains with tears —

I am your joy —

Let me take away your sorrows.

You want to be loved —

I am your lover—

Let me wrap you in my arms.

You want acceptance —

I am your judge —

Let me take away your doubts.

You seek freedom from darkness —

I am your light —

Let me shine with you.

You are in pain —

I am the receiver —

Let me give you peace.

You beg to live —

I am your reason —

Let me exist for you.

Teach Me To Breathe

By Darlene Santiago © 8/19/09

Teach me to breathe, my love

Teach me to feel.

Teach me to embrace the tide of life’s ebb with new zeal

Teach me the flow of life,

Teach me it’s ways.

Teach me to sail the seas

When the waters have rough waves.

Teach me to breathe, my love

To reach the heavens above.

Teach me to love again

And to know what is true love.

Teach me to breathe my love

And teach me to give.

Teach me to take your hand

And learn how to just live.

The Weaver

By Darlene Santiago © October 2008

A weaver weaves live into a fabric called “time”.

One thread that binds slowly away then,

One by one each thread unwinds, unraveling

A moment, a memory, precious to only one until at last no threads

Remain and the fabric is no more.

With a sigh, the weaver holds a new thread;

And the fabric called “time” begins once more.