Volume 10071: Parisian Nights

Oh, City of Lights
Please illuminate our hearts
Send sparks to the sky

I look down, although

He is much more striking than

Vanilla lattes

Streetlamp-lit boardwalks

Hand in hand, perfect mood for

Walking down the aisle

Starlight overhead
Lovers' dreams dance on the Seine
Join our perfect waltz

I'd like to think that

We are the epitome

Of runaway dreams

His three simple words

Handwritten on a napkin

Are just what I need

I never knew that
The dream lands I escape to
Gave out souvenirs

We'll meet again in

The city that never sleeps

Bring Nuit Blanche with you

Volume 12: The Stroke of Midnight

Electricity
Flows out from my fingertips
Midnight poetry

I search the darkness

For a place to deposit

Imagination

Poetry disguised
As magic comes to life
When the clock strikes twelve

Volume 3: 7/13/12-7/15/12

I close tired eyes
Holy voice, greater than life
Lifts me off my feet

Never-ending love

The author of salvation

Brings me back again

Background guitar chords

Break open my heart and mind

A prayer for love

His voice reaches out

Loving, holy, ever true

Fills my broken heart

His voice fills the void
When I haven't strength to sing
The ultimate love

Volume 17: The Cityscape Horizon

The silver moon breaks
The cityscape horizon and
Illuminates my dreams

Waves crash on a shore

The moon is my only friend

Conversations fade

I rest my fingers

On the familiar keys

Of a midnight moonbeam

The city's night sounds

Fade from beneath my wings

A heartbeat in the night

Eyelids fluttering

Like my silk bedroom curtains

I let my dreams in

I reach for the stars

Like skyscrapers around me

And almost succeed

My four-poster bed

Is a smorgasbord of dreams

Called New York City

Train leaves the platform

At  reality station

For a world of dreams

Volume 8: The Silence That Follows

Waves crash on a shore
The moon is my only friend
Conversations fade

It's a silent scream

Of frustration and of hurt

The tear hits the ground

A single tear falls

Silently mixing into

The pool of fresh blood

Shadows on the wall

Remind my restless dreams

That they are not alone

Volume 88: Melodies

My open window
Lets in a breeze that plays
On my piano

I rest my fingers

On the familiar keys of
A midnight moonbeam

The harp string's last chord

Resonates into the clouds

Welcome, new angel