The Sweet Lullaby
Son, open your eyes, listen to my voice
Calm your tears and terror, you are here with me
Can you hear me Son, listen to my voice
Let the melody wash over your pain
Give yourself the comfort you deserve
You are alive and home to stay
Do not give into your anger
Take each breath to feed your soul
Listen to my voice, Son the melody is for you
Take your tears and terror, give them to this song
Calm your nerves, can you hear my voice
Do you see the smile on your face
Son, let me comfort your pain and loss
Let me sing this melody to calm your weariness
Can you hear me Son, listen to my voice
Let this melody be your sweet lullaby
Be happy my child, the darkness is over

The Adventure of Love
The sound of birds sweep across the the sky, not
a cloud in sight. The rich shades of blue blanket the
horizon, seeming to never end. Gleaming its fierce
fiery flames, the sun shines across the rising tides and
crashes onto the ridged black cliffs. High above the
violence of the sea, a woman stands tall glancing past
the shoreline into the distance. She stands on the
foothill, her feet planted in the jungle green grass.
The sun bounces off the shine from her autumn
colored hair. Draping down here back her hair flows in
the wind. Her dress, bright strawberry red, dances with
her hair to the song of the winds. The minuscule
moisture from the ocean spray below brushes the
canvas of her silk cream skin. The eyes that could
crumble nations search for the meaning behind her
desire. They can pierce your soul just by glancing
at them. They are as deep as the ocean with irises
painted milk chocolate. They cause the very ground
you stand on to tremble. Her lips that beckon for
passion strike your eyes with blinding force. They are
shaded of a pink that cross between sensual red and
white roses. She smiles as she dreams of her destiny.
She turns to you and says, “it’s going to be okay,
I am here”. He looks at her and is instantaneously
calm. The rush overcomes him as his knees tremble.
His heart is pure and full of love. He studies her every
feature as if he was about to fade from existence. His
eyes fixed on her he says “I never been happier in my
entire life than with you”. She smiles and embraces
his hands. “We can do this, have faith”, she replied.
Turning towards the cliff he grasps her hand.
They both take one last look behind themselves
and leap. The fall seemed to last forever. Screaming
at them, the air fights against them. Jumping into the
violent seas they crash the surface of the benevolent
blue waves. Under the water they see each other,
looking in each other’s eyes, love and laughter break
the water with air bubbles. Pushing themselves from
gravity they reach the surface of the water. Joy fills the
area as they hold each other a float. She says to him,
“all you need is a little faith and you can do anything.”
They climb to the edge of the black rocky
cliff side. There feet sink into the sands as if they were
grown there. They embrace each other and watch
as the birds begins to settle and the sun falling to
sleep. The moon awakens and the stars come out of
hiding to populate the night sky. The tide pulls away
to find new ground. They stare off into the ocean and
wonder what life will bring and their awaiting destiny
together. He turns to her and gleams into her eyes
and says, “I Love you”.

To the Wind
Chattering waves collide among our surface
Movement boils the to the top of the skin
Moisture glides calming every peak
To press every feat of space together in bliss
With every thrust to move mountains
Every grip to hold closer, the oceans swell hungers
With every inhale of oxygen the song is loud
The motions deep with feelings of commotion
Each sensation gasping to be heard alive
The world around to stop in motion
For time to stand still in the warm light of your body
The bountiful red clashed in brown waving in the wind
The shade of deep sun soaked brown for every inch of
your skin to light every room
The winding roads to match every sensual
curve of your body
The lips of a goddess, painted in soft pink of a
sunset in summer
Eyes that will destroy you if you look into too long
The dawn if you match them to the earth in deep
milk chocolate brown
To hold this ignited all the fires of the earth in desire
To caress the plains of your body ever so gently
To grip with a smoldering hand
To feel the Aurora of your spirit connect
To embrace the space between for little there was
To become one and embrace passion
To lay in the presence of you
The feeling never to be fully described
If so, only to the wind for words were never
enough

Haru and Mizuki  (The Sun and the Moon)
In the beginning, there was peace. The wind would carry sounds of love and laughter across the nation. The fields were populated by farmers tending to their harvest. The monks seeking the morning dew in prayer. The children would play in the fields. Autumn drags in the cool breeze. The trees around the landscape were changing colors. The waters began to cool. This tale begins with two warrior’s destiny to become legend; their names were Haru and Mizuki.
Haru was a gentle soul. Her name comes from the sun. She may be gentle, but don’t mistake this for weakness. She was the most feared warrior across the nation. Her might could destroy and army within one cycle of the sun. Her armor represented her as such, with a little bit of damage exposing her scars from battle. The armor was painted violent maroon with a hint of orange, like the colors of the sun at dusk. Mizuki knew Haru from the battles they fought together, side by side. They became great friends, and were also from the same village. He was a different soul compared to Haru. His name comes from the moon. A warrior in the shadows, his might was precise and deadly. Mizuki would watch Haru’s back from any solider willing to come from the flank. His soul was a wanderer in the night, searching for his destiny, like the tides that recede every night along the shorelines. His armor was matched to the night. The colors of midnight, crescent white and dark blue scattered across the armor and over the tears. His scars show the intent of vitality and perseverance.
The battles that they both have fought were long over; it was a time of peace, where both could enjoy the calligraphy and painting, among sword fighting and meditation. Haru would paint pictures of the lotus flower and Mizuki would paint pictures of the waters around. Both warriors would find solace in each other. They became the yin and yang of light popular among the traveling Chinese traders. They would become the Sun and the Moon.
One fateful evening, the village began to stir. The screams of terror spread like wildfire. Awoken by the fright, Haru and Mizuki charged outside to investigate. Under the moonlight imperial soldiers began to flood the streets of the village. It was a night raid to end the years of peace among the clans. The emperor has been corrupted by Western philosophy and their greed. At the same time they both ran and grabbed their sets of swords. Neglecting to put on their armor for the raid would consume the village. With them was their shaku which was a dagger, and two tachi which were equivalent to swords. There blades shimmered in moons glow, pressed steel as sharp as any surgical blade. Their cold steel blades would soon warm from the blood of the trespassers. Running together Haru and Muzuki took on the vast army that plunged into the village. Their blades would clash against the enemy’s swords only to slash a second time with a killing blow. Haru with fury in her eyes darted from target to target as if it was a dance from the sun. She would strike quick, her tenacity was unlimited. Her shout was of a warrior determined to see its victory. Muzuki along her side was a swift as a grey fox. His strikes were so fast the eye could not catch them. His blade would strike as the imperials would try to load their guns. His blade
Haru and Mizuki would leave an enemy before the blood would spill. They fought on through the night. Hundreds of men would fall that night. News spread to the neighboring villages, warrior’s form every corner would race to Haru and Muzuki to aid them in their victory. As the moon started to dim and the sun began to approach the horizon. Their village was silent. Bodies littered the streets. Homes were destroyed, burned and pulled apart. Blood filled he dirt in the roads. At the villages center, Haru and Muzuki stood, blades drawn and soaked in blood and sweat. Their battle has been won, but the war has just started. They both didn’t know what the journey ahead was going to be like, but they both knew that is was a war they would see
to its victory.