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GOLDTONES
By Ellen Fair (copyright 1997)

In the goldtones of my dreams
With edges undefined
I reach for all the yesterdays
I lost somewhere in time

Surprised, I see reflections
As dreamers often do
Are these really memories?
They all seem so new

And so 'tis in quiescence
Of a silent thought, it seems
I look once more and say goodbye
To my golden autumn dreams


HEALING STREAM
By Ellen Fair (copyright 1997)

Sometimes my soul is thirsty
For the kindness of a hand
Tis then I wander off alone
Into the healing land
To kneel beside the healing stream
Releasing all my fears
And watch the cleansing ripples
That are made by falling tears

The stream so gently rinses
All the darkness from my mind
Replaces it with sunshine
Leaving pain and tears behind
I wander back into my world
To blessings yet unseen
Leaving all my heartaches there
Beside the healing stream






SLEEP, MY LOVE

In memory's haze on quiet days
I've walked the Trail of Dove
Whispering words to your praise
My own, my own true love

A flower grown beneath a stone
Tho not hidden from my eye
Bright as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky

Our great love, few could know
The calm e'en when I weep
My tears are but a lullaby
As you softly  sleep
                              

Ellen Fair 

UNWRITTEN SONNETS

When time shall pass, then at last
My sonnets I shall write
When I am aged, on gilded page
With memories burning bright
I shall pen of thoughts within
Before my thoughts take flight

On quiet days with golden phrase
I'll write for love's sweet sake
Like fresh dew found upon the ground
New songs my words will make
Though I grow old with thoughts untold
Love will be much awake

Love does not die as time goes by
But sweetly lingers on
I'll sing my song with passions strong
I'll tell of loves I've known
For none can tell of love so well
As she who loved but one.

Ellen Fair



EMOTIONS

He followed me through a lonely room
  brushing cobwebs from his emotions.
Sweet Lady, I see your tears
  and I breathe your perfume,
    the essence of peaches.
Light the candles.
  Open the book of sonnets,
    read of love,
      sip the divine beverage.
When I awakened, my tears were hardly dry.

Ellen Fair



The winds blow fresh now
Destiny connects the tiny
  dots of my life.
Tranquil assurances,
  an eternal monument of words.
My name is Acceptance
  and I sit at the
  threshhold of a paradise
  apparelled in a celestial
  aura amid empurpled hills.
I must dance, I must dance.
The mountain called Forever
  sees and cries with me.

Ellen Fair 

DANCE WITH ME IN THE RAIN
By Ellen Fair


Dance with me in the rain.
Lift a rose to your face and
breathe its sweetness.  Touch
a butterfly.  Watch as
birds fly free against a
rainbow canvas.  Feel the
warm sun upon our shoulders.
Feel my touch. Listen to my
heart.   Stand with me in
a field of wildflowers
blowing about as though
dancing to God's orchestra.
Sit with me by the
pond where fish swim unafraid.
Feel the wind blowing through
our hair. Run freely with
wild horses through green
grasses.   Smell the honeysuckle.
Laugh more.  Cry less.
Dance with me after the rain.

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