Daily Archives: November 6, 2007


“My Love” by Tammie Welton

My love for you is deeper than the ocean
My love grows stronger each refreshing new day
No matter the distance between us
My love is still with you

As the gentle night falls upon the skies
I look above to the twinkling lights
I stop and think of the sparkles in your eyes
Glimmering and shimmering, reflections so bright

The strength of our love draws us closer
Time apart saddens our hearts
Missing each other more and more
With every new day thoughts drift to the other.

No matter the distance between us
Always remember we are encircled deep inside
Love keeps us together
Strong and refreshing it keeps us alive

With all my heart and soul
I love you more each new day
Till I am held deep in your arms
I will be here loving you.

“Aran Islands” by Heather Schultz

An island of pathways and ancient ruins,
Green, open lands cut off by sloping cliffs
Into the Celtic Sea where sunlight
Stores heavenly gifts.

Gathering speed, tasting the cool salty air
Let go of the pedal and you fly
Down, down the gravel road,
Freedom soaring by.

Terrain soon too rugged,
We go on foot up to the island's peak
Where forgotten warriors once stood
And history desires to speak.

I miss these winding trails and aimless wanderings,
The sea and heavy, flowing wind.
That day will cloak my dreams
Until senses have one day been weakened.

“Brussels Pantoum” by Heather Schultz

Rome, Florence, Vienna...
Our minds molded by art, music, panoramic sunsets.
Past midnight, a lone sign now greets us: Brussels.
Off the train, bleary-eyed, ten hours since Berlin.

Our minds molded by art, music, panoramic sunsets,
We've already forgotten which city we're in.
Off the train, bleary-eyed, ten hours since Berlin.
Why did we come here?

We've already forgotten which city we're in.
We came for architecture, maybe some of that famous lace.
But why did we come here?
Oh yes, for waffles and savory, Belgian truffles.

We came for architecture, maybe some of that famous lace.
Instead, two prostitutes warn us to get off the streets; why did we come here?
Oh yes, for waffles and savory, Belgian truffles.
A prostitute gives directions, hurrying us to our hostel.

Two prostitutes warned us to get off the streets; why did we come here?
Just make it through the night,
Hurry to our hostel,
Ignore the homeless man's box-step.

We made it through the night!
Now find the tourist attractions,
Ignore another homeless man's box-step.
Why did we come here?

Finally, the tourist attractions;
A plaza with flowers, the one statue of a peeing boy, a waffle house.
Why did we come here?
Now touring a laundromat, we eagerly await Paris the next day... and wonder...

Why did we ever come here?