THE CALLING Upon the waking of each new day The calling beckons me I cannot satisy the yearning Nor bid it go away It appeals from amidst the Heavens And from the depths of the sea What is this desperate yearning That has such need of me Or I of it....                                 © 1997 Cher F

A PLACE INSIDE I have a place inside, where I run and hide, A place that's only mine to know. There's a wall that I have built Constructed from the pains and the disappointments that have come my way. It  protects me from a final blow That could steal my life away. So please don't try to find my fortress The walls are high, but flimsy. I don't want you to see my weakness, See me tottering on the ledge of my own mortality.                                                                       © 1998 Cher F

FANTASY In my bed, I close my eyes, Your  face dances across my mind. It dips and spins among pieces of broken dreams And teardrops. I reach out to touch your cheek, Once again you disappear. Another illusion to add to my diary of fantasy. In my dreams, we dance, To the lullabye sounds of an Irish love song Holding each other tightly in this place of our imagining For we know it is our secret place of hopes That will never be materialized. In the morning, I awaken, To another day of cruel reality. A life to face and conquer on my own. Without you. Until the night returns and we reunite in my bed, in my dreams.                                                                                           © 1998 Cher F

THOUGHTS OF YOU Early in the morning Just as the sun begins to rise I open my eyes and think of you. Late in the evening When the moon is high I think of you and the gentle Friendship that we share And I drift off to sleep With the sweet promise of your love.                             © 1998 Cher F

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