Roger Sampson

Right beyond the path,
the one on the right,
there is… the little one.

A fondness is like
a leaf on a branch of a tree
or the soft glow of
a candle lit before you…

it’s about coffee first thing in the morning
it’s about the sunset’s red hue
It’s about the smell of a lavender candle
and it’s you

First a kiss, then a touch, first for both
So right it was, afterward just holding

There is toward the East in Heaven,
a lake, where angels gather to tell tales
about those whom they watch and care for.

an apple sits on a table
it sits there in stillness
How it is viewed and perceived
is in the mind of the beholder

In the air are traces of sweet
things; honeysuckle and apple blossoms,
bluegrass and jasmine

At evenings dawn the clouds come to play
And like them we can glow and soar
Shining brightly in a single suns ray
We too can become so much more

she awakens in a dream
she runs in a misty mind
lingering in the coolness of blue
evoking a kindred kind

not every love will last forever
some will be lost and disappear
but it will not change the fact
of what was given

to dream
is to be a visionary

to embrace a vision
is a declaration of hope

so go to a meadow
there bury all your strife
it’s time for tomorrow
begin to follow life

set my lovely golden sun
fall to your place hidden from sight
for there you will usher forth
my dreams of love longing
carrying me through dark of night

we smile in our love
we dance to our slow song
climb in our passion
it is just me and you
I gaze from above
the feeling is so strong
you look up at me
you say, I so love you

let’s soar high
in a scarlet sky
and kiss the sun
as we fly by

I want to be your calm
to be your strength
to be the breadth
and to be the length
of all you need to depend on

I fell in to the bar room
to try to drink my way out
there she was in the corner
dancing and flirting about

I sing with this song
as your dancing swirls you around
I smile in this song
as we blend into sound

1. Oops.
2. Wow, never seen this before.
3. Your wife will still love you.
4. This is really, really going to hurt.

Love came a singing
and I listened to its sound
listening to each note I did
I was surprised in what I found