So they say

They tell me I'm a wandering soul.
But they don't know where I've been.
I've been a long time on this road-
and still haven't found the end.

They tell me I'm a wandering soul-
But to me I'm standing still.
They're the ones who dart around
looking for the end.

They tell me I'm a wandering soul-
But I know where I go.
For life and love and hearth and home,
lie just around the bend.

I found this one written on a napkin and tucked in my journal. I don't remember the story that led to it's inception, but the sentiments still resonate with me.
-DRS

A wind blown rose

A wind blown rose I came across
on a lonely moor
gold and red its petals shone
on that dreary moor

A wind blown rose once caught my eye
on a lonely moor
Its pure beauty filled my soul
I never thirsted more

A wind blown rose I came across
on life's lonely road
the twisted stem marked the place
I now call my home

A wind blown rose I cam across
there I built my home
Her sweet beauty filled my soul
and I've never thirsted more

This a quick poem I wrote late one afternoon, and while it's not perfect- I like it.
-DRS

I missed you today

Oh my friend, my friend- I missed you today
far from you my thoughts would not stray
I miss your smile, your gentle words,
friendships laughter, jokes unheard.

Oh my friend, my friend- where are you today?
far from you my thoughts will not stray.
My mind, it hovers about your head
and marks the paths your feet have tread

Oh my friend, my friend- what keeps you away?
far from you my heart cannot stray!
I need your presence, the reassurance of your touch
I did not know I could miss anyone this much.

Oh my friend, my friend- what ransom must I pay
for those thoughts you stole today?

This is an attempt to recreate a poem I wrote a few months ago. I lost the final copy- but it was even cooler that this... much wittier and more playful. So really this is just a rough draft. If I ever find the finished version I'll post a copy... or maybe I'll just refine this one...

-DRS

As a pad-wan I admire the master,

Move wish exact finesse as a jazzter.

Randi is so totally awesome.

She taught me not to dance like opossum.

I can't believe it-- I've improved.

I no longer get strange looks from dudes.

Jazz class is the bomb-dot-com man.

Haven't stopped dancing since I began.

The music sings straight to my soul,

Out loud I sing on my daily stroll.

The atmosphere of class excites.

Luckily we're not required to wear tights