Alison Johnstone

The muse glided down  on a brilliant  star
Embracing rainbow light  as an avatar
 Her magical touch electrified each soul
Their shattered  lives  now became whole
Do not be afraid she lovingly declared
I am  here beside you to heal your despair
To restore your  soul and beautiful essence 
You have such a radiant  light  presence

The path of life may not be straight
We may falter coming out of the gate
Questioning the path of  the twisted road
Left or right; up or down ; a precarious load
The ground can be   shaky, but you  are never alone
Guidance is there as you  step on each stone
Trust in its power and the love so profound  
As you softly tread on its  sacred ground

by Alison Johnstone

An Intricate Dance

The forest was bathed  in moonlit  beams
Secrets revealed in  the stirring of dreams
Golden light weaved through ancient trees
Truth was revealed by mysterious keys
A magnificent play of darkness and light
A feast for the soul in unrehearsed  delight
The  moon and forest in an  intricate dance
Melded together by fate and pure chance

             by Alison Johnstone

Be a light in someone’s  darkness
Be their lion when they are afraid
Be their butterfly when they lose their wings
Be their blanket when they feel frozen in time
Be their lantern when they can’t see the way
Be their power when they just have a flicker
Be their rainbow in their darkest storm 
Be their roots when they have lost their footing
Be their truth when they are wrapped in lies
Be their starlight in their  eclipse
Be, above  all else, their confidante , their ally

by Alison Johnstone

Stardust is the light of the World
Existing in truth in  a beautiful swirl
It lives in us from the first star’s presence
We have the strength of its true essence 
Our gifts  will shine from the highest tower
Blessing  the World  with our  magic  and power

Crispness in the air: nature’s secrets to unfold 
Painted  canvases  of  orange , yellow, and gold
Pumpkins and harvests and feasts galore
The melodic  crunch of  leaves  on the forest floor
A stillness settles in and gratitude abounds
Thankfulness for miracles all around
Revel in this wonderful authentic time
Nature’s display of a magnificent design 

by Alison Johnstone

Tears
Drops rolling from the heart, brought by memories left in my mind.

Fear, of rejection from a misunderstanding that looks like
Truth,  that never came out, as its presence was never needed.

Oh! Wish you called for it, then the hatred glaring at me would never have been formed.
Alas! It was, would you like a word of thanks for the crack in the heart, the constant distance or the fleeing of my mind.

The clean air is running.
Running away to a world I can’t go.
What of my future,
Will it be there at all?

The predictable weather is gone.
Gone somewhere out of reach.
What of my dreams,
Will the next storm sweep them away?

The clear night sky has left.
Left somewhere no one can follow.
What of my fate,
Will it end before I truly get to live?

By Nyx Rodriguez

There's something about a morning, quickly come, and quickly gone,
But the freshness and the beauty makes it worth that morning yawn.
Watch the sun slow dry the dew
And light against the dark does move
Still and calm and fresh and clean is the invite from a dawn.

For always, forever, my love never ending
My arms always open, my ear always bending
To hear you, Yes You, the words from your lips
To embrace you, surround you with warm love's eclipse. 
Perfection: too feeble a word to describe
The depths of the promise filled cup we enbibe.
I am the place you can share and confide
Your troubling feelings, your prayers thought denied.
I care for you, walk with you through calm and wild,
I am with you through thick and through thin, my child.
For you, and your best I'll be always defending,
For always, forever, my love never ending.

I just want a simple life,
filled with simple joys and pleasures
Where I'm satisfied to be content
with simple lasting treasures

Simple things like laughter
at something silly done or said,
Simple happiness that comes
from finally curling up in bed.

That simple smile from a stranger,
A simple conversation with a friend,
The quiet watching of the sunset
when the day is at its end.

A simple steaming cup of coffee,
Singing simple songs,
A carefree whistle in the morning,
Finding to which sock every other one belongs.

Bread and butter for a snack,
A simple stroll around the block.
A hand to simply hold in mine,
in silence, or as we softly talk.

A book to read to fill the time
A simple line to write
Counting all the shooting stars
Getting lost in fire light


In the face of all the complex things 
this world is telling us to be,
When I wish for rest, or think of what is best,
(I know that) It's the simple life for me.

There are days
when the sky feels closer
than the ground beneath my feet.

I walk through quiet streets,
carrying conversations
I never had the courage to finish.

A window glows in the distance,
soft and warm against the evening,
and for a moment
I remember

not every light
is meant to lead us somewhere.

Some are simply there
to remind us
that darkness is never
the whole story.

So I keep walking,
slowly,
letting the night pass through me,

until somewhere between
the last shadow
and the first morning light,

I find a little piece
of myself
still waiting to be seen.