Swaying gently back and forth
unsure of where to go
Moving tightly strong in force
A current meant to flow

Sparkled by the morning's eye
she sings an endless tune
Holding up the heavy sky
to dance beneath the moon

As tilted as the axis lies
her balance densely holds
She waves around her strength in tide
blue and deeply bold

Cliche

If Roses are Red,Violets must be blue
The road is forked, one path to choose
As dark as night, as bright as day
I sure hope this poem's okay

If what goes around will come around
Then what goes up will sure come down
I had the chance but it slipped away
I'm afraid I sound a bit cliche

Silence is golden when you have nerves of steel
Does this poem hold any appeal?
The point is just around the bend
When something starts it has to end

Patience is key, the end is near
This poem is done, the buck stops here
There's nothing more that I can say
Without me sounding too cliche.

Haven

This is what is safe
I remember this place
This is our shelter
Our own special space

My arms 'round your neck
Yours 'round my waist
The warmth of your comfort
as my hands touch your face

Now I cannot seem to breathe
Let me go but please don't leave
You hold my soul inside your squeeze
As we sufficate our memories

As time holds still inside our pose
The dust it settles on our clothes
We've been here long, I'm sure it shows
We've watched our haven decompose