Observing the  outshining atmosphere beholding my sight It speaks to me through the gesture of its candid light. Our tender and lavish welcome A sign of a great year to come This year has been written. Fantastic and so moving in Rekindles hopes and dreams Flourishes whatever our way of living Outgrowth love in our hearts Opportunities surround us The intuition in me is strong. 2016 is a year we've been waiting for...

Pleased with the ample  hearts that have sensed the sparkle of our inks as it dazzles into a paper splashing the emotion  opaque yet some clear As we penned our hearts with our trendy thoughts  we drenched our thirst with our truthful pens we are full of gratitude savoring our lush emotion we share our tender hearts we inspire each one of us how lovely all are we uplifting our own souls waving our gracious spirits to the highest mountain indeed we are grateful  to have our blissful hands as we tried to untie the conundrum of life we express our hearts even the less expressible just to burst what's within using our bestowed talent  spreading  plentiful colors  to every corner of our sight as we weave the thread of the tapestry of life... we love and support these arts of  ours and we strongly believe  we are the masterpiece the best and wondrous art of the highest spirit ...

Sowing the seeds of my endearing passion tree... Believing it will grow versatile, lovely, and free... Its roots will absorb the burrow of wisdom.  Its trunk will represent  my strength upon Its branches will wave and bow onto me and my thoughts. Its twigs will rejoice the sun, and air nurturing soothe. Its leaves savor the breeze as it whirls and whispers in the silence. As it stands so profoundly and humbly with confidence I will snuggle towards its shadow to comfy beneath.  And let my struggle slumber in and savor the cool air drift. And my trees of passion will then bear their own treasure. I will reap what I sowed as it grows benevolently bountiful. 

Christmas eves... Behind those smiles capturing the best of me, you looketh. There is a smile within my heart that cries from my depth. Behind my grateful heart depicted through my humble words There is gratitude upon me more than my soul abounds. And these sincere tears of mine to you now speaketh. The wonders of my heart during my  Christmas eves... How can I not be thankful to have my angels in a short distance? How can I tell you my Christmas is truly such a blissful one? Only a few know we're coming back and forth to the hospital. We're wrapped by the graces and great chances of survival. We consider these are priceless gifts showered upon us. The spirit of this yuletide season speaks us to merely trust These rainy dawns of December glorify, as we pray in joy.  The little time I've got to touch your soul made me thankful. My prayers for other friends define my own strength. As my heart is now filled with the message I truly felt...

Why in these long years, it is you, my heart keeps beating? I asked myself why I couldn't teach myself to simply forget? You calmly answered me that our love was born to last. It was then you filled my world with your utmost love. I missed you a lot..upon my skin like heaven when you touched. In our distance...We trusted our souls that perfectly matched. I imagine I was meeting you in the beautiful corniche. And I saw the silhouette of your shadow against the sunset. I remember  you promised me nothing  but only just love How profound your words uttered from the heart If I could  have one earnest wish to happen in my life My only wish is to wake up one morning with you by my side. Helen 11182015

THE HURT Collaboration Brooke Dylan, Helen Sarita, Caro Morphew @ November 1, 2015 The Hurt In a run-down life Crumble for a moment in a darkened room Of chance in a basement filled with rats that stood on a table cloaked in darkness lighted by the light of the moon was the hurt... Laying to be exposed for what it was….hurt~~ Brooke Dylan ____________________________________________ I wrestled with fighting this struggle To maintain this aura of happiness you were once adored me But now I am left alone screaming How and why you suddenly left me Unprepared with all these miseries And I could blame no one But to the destined corner of my path Paving me to this pain How can I resist this turmoil... I am indeed hurt~ Helen Sarita _______________________________________________ It infiltrates every darkened, shadowy crevice of my mind, my soul bleeds as my thoughts replay, unwinding like ribbons black... Streaming tears stain my cheeks, eyelids close down, hiding the pain,...

Your stunning brightness through my simple and direct words can not be expressed. Lovers under your white blush are the spectators in their sweet whispers. As they take pleasure in this rare romantic evening breeze Still, why? What is the reason for these drops of tears? Am I holding on to some pain? I do not understand this racing of my heartbeats. Perhaps I am scared of dogs' howls on a cold night. Or I am scared while walking the dark path this late evening. Or I may have disturbed the restive spirits that haunt my mind this Halloween. Why has my faith ceased and desisted? Why am I carried away by illusions of this life? Should I forget the One who created this moon, the One who could tread oceans? What a beautiful message the full moon brings The sufferings are but a cycle. We learn the value of wisdom that the One formed in us in humility. Just like the moon, from a lowly sliver of light, it grows into the ridiculous beauty of a full moon.