Footsteps On the Sand Footsteps in the sand my love, From where our feet have been. We started out on solid ground, But now we've wondered in. First began a step from you, A simple quiet one. Calling me to draw so near, As you became my sun. I traversed the unsure grounds, Until your hands held mine. Gazing into ocean eyes, I felt my heart entwine. Our feet in perfect rhythm, Side by side will we go. While uncertain sands of time, Make our footsteps hard and slow. We tread towards the sunset, Or is it only dawn? Winds are beating down on us, And yet we carry on...

Hello Hello friend Ive never met, I know this may sound wrong. Even though your not right here, Your presence is so strong. Hello soul I seem to see, You draw me in your eyes. Although you hide the pain from me, I see through your disguise. Hello man you have become, Your strong and yet you care. Yes you flirt but I still know, It's your heart you long to share. Hello eyes that pierce through mine, You seem to read my soul. So if you please just act with care, My heart might say hello...

Do Not Fall Do not fall into my arms my dear, Or burden yourself with me. I love to fast to hard sometimes, And break to easily. You will say it doesn't matter much, As the pain burns deep inside. But there are pieces of your broken heart, That since then do not abide. I see sadness in your sweetest eyes, From the scars you've tried to hide. And if I break that soul once more, Those wounds will open wide. Do not love me just because you can, Or take it in to fast. For true love is not something you give, To just anyone you pass. I think of you in every moment, So listen please with care. It is better to know you've found the one, Then to not have a heart to share. Do not fall into my arms my dear, Our hearts can't take the weather. We love to fast to hard sometimes, So lets take a step together.

A Poets Compromise When O'er the night has dawned its face, And beckoned sleep to come. Few will arise in their place, The poets absent the sun. Sages old and scholars new, Have kept their lamps burnt bright. But none shapes beauty half as true, As the poets of the night. From vanished time immemorial, Are the words that carry on. Their pieces so pictorial, Seem to seep into the dawn. So when alas the ink has dried, And the hand has faded away. This brave remnant will abide, A brilliance that cannot decay. For though time will pass me by, My words will live on through. Vestige you may identify, A work so eminently true. Poets old and poets new, Begin to write, compose. But just as soon as they grew, They came into a close. So when O'er the light has dawned its face, And beckoned open eyes. A few will sleep in their place, The poets compromise...

Crimson Rose Deep beneath the icy snow, Lay a beauty there. Dark crimson were her pedals, But inside was cold and bare. How she got here no one knows, A secret yet untold. Before you lays a legend, That for now we shall behold. The story goes as many do, At once upon a time. Her #life was just beginning, Complete with song and rhyme. Her melody rang far and wide, A song of love and care. Then he came a lovely sight, He had to stop and stare. She saw the boy a masterpiece, And in that moment chose. So then his fate was forever sealed, The boy who loved a rose. Springtime ended and summer came, Followed by the fall. Together their love was beautiful, Like pictures on a wall. But she knew he couldn't stay, Snowflakes had been foretold. So with all her teary strength, She faded into the cold. Her eyes did fluttered open, Before her stood a man. Though his heart had loved her, He didn't understand. She left because she loved him, And yet she still came back. For her heart hadn't found the strength, To give him up like that. She loved him just as friends, When the summer came around. But as the damp winter met, She fell into the ground. As she woke the second time, And looked into his eyes. Her pedals sank as she saw, The longing desperate cries. She warned him not to love her, And still he did not go. It broke her heart to see him, For yet he didn't know. At last she tried to fade again, Her pale pink pedals wilted. But he could not just let he go, The snow around her melted. He grasped her tight and pulled her back, But as he did he saw. Crimson running from from his hands, His skin was cut a raw. She cried as her thorns pierced him, Blood drained onto white snow. Frozen tears ran from her eyes, Amidst his face a shadow. So there you are a story told, Of two who couldn't be. Unwanted thorns surrounding her, And a man who would not see. Now her pedals are stained red, From a man she couldn't hold. Encompassed by her frozen dreams, Dark, damp, and cold. She remembers a boy a masterpiece, And wishes she hadn't chose. Now his fate is forever sealed, A boy who loved a rose... By Selah French