Buried 'neath the painful stings:
The stings and burns of unsaid things.
The infinite number of dreams and wishes,
All cast at a target that each one misses:
Embedded in mounds of unsaid things.
A spark,
And an idea grows but is shunned away for no one to know;
The spark from which imagination swings:
Buried forever in unsaid things.
A dark, well kept and priceless secret,
Hidden away by those who keep it;
Away from the pain that exposure brings:
Protected by layers of unsaid things.
Dreams and wishes, hopes and fears,
Covered with dust of endless years.
Well-protected, safe and warm,
Away from the pain of any harm.
Away from the joy that all things bring:
Protected forever...
By Unsaid Things.
Tina Foster
April 17, 1999
Tenderly, I hold you in my embrace
I long to find the beauty of love in your face.
Within the gathering of this power
I hold you in beauty, love and in this hour
I take your hand and
Tenderly, I know that love lasts.
You hold me now, I take your heart
And move into the land of dreams.
As the light is dawning,
I find beauty and grace,
I find the love, it's in your face.
Tenderly, when you find me there
When you and I both deeply care
We recognize the beauty and grace at hand
Tenderly, we stand and see the dawn,
You awake and I awake
And in love is where our hearts shine.
Tina Foster
June 1, 1999
