Morgane's Page

Wistful Sorrows

Don't hold them back,
Those bitter-sweet tears,
The past you cannot change.
Don't linger with regret,
On the foreboding future or,
The devil your soul will claim.

Emotions are free like,
Wild animals that can't,
Be captured or ever be chained.
Thought and wishes are plentiful now,
Happiness cannot be feigned.

You loved once,
And you'll love again,
But you'll ache deep inside,
For that loving you once dreamed of,
Those wistful sorrows you cannot hide.

From mother and daughter is,
Loving completely,
A bond especially made.
By nature's own hand was love given out,
That bond forever will stay





A Hidden Place

Each of us has a hidden place
Somewhere deep within ourselves;
A place where we go to get away,
To think things through,
To be alone, to be ourselves.
This unique place, where we confront our deepest
feelings,
Becomes a storehouse of all our hopes,
All our needs, all our dreams,
And even our unspoken fears.
It encompasses the essence of who we are and what we
want to be.
But now and then, whether by chance or design,
Someone discovers a way into that place we thought was
ours alone.
And we allow that person to see, to feel and to share
All the reason, all the uncertainty
And all the emotion we've stored up there.
That person adds new perspe ctive to our hidden realm,
Then quietly settles down in his own corner of our
special place,
Where a bit of himself will stay forever.
And we call that person a friend.