DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD

DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD

QUE SERA SERA

When I Was Just a Little Girl, Que Sera Sera

When I was a little girl, there was so much in my brain that I just didn’t understand and or comprehend.

I remember adults talking to me and I would sit there and never answer. I was always scared if I said the wrong thing I would get into trouble.

The day I started writing and reading everything I could get my hands on, is the day I started talking. At last I was free to talk and think what my little brain had held in all those years.

Little ones

Little brains

So much to think

So much to say

One day you write

One day you might

Sing those words of love

Those words that could

Bring your life to fulfillment

To bring you to the position

Of laughter

Dreams

That seem

To get brighter

That makes you a fighter

Little girl your words of life

Light

Love

And the above Dove

The Lamb of sacrifice

Total happiness

Little girl your words of love

Brings adoration

Of words that sing to your heart

Little girl even goodbyes

Bring total satisfaction

To the many that leave

Friends that drop you

Loves that might have been

Words on the page

Sing to the soul

Secrets to keep

Homes to make

Babies to hold

The words of life

Little girl you bring to mind

Soul

With a distant roar

Our words to each other

Little girl

remember death

loved ones

tears

joy

laughter

Little girl.... Que Sera Sera

Que Sera Sera

DID YOU KNOW

You might not know. My name

You might dismiss me with a look

You might not remember my face

But I am the best that's ever been

You might not see me

Or maybe you will dismiss me

But one day you will look up

And that’s the day I will be gone

A wildflower in the making

Was the sunset that morning

Flowers danced in the breeze

As the blue bloomed in the morning stars.

As sadness circled my troubled head

Tears dropped into my tired chest

Walking into the wind

Crying from my soul that lonely day.

Don't you worry I cried

This is the day; yes this is the day I will die

And life will go on

Forever and ever to no end~

THE SPIRIT OF MINE

Do you touch the spirit of mine?

I wait and cogitate my love, for you.

The single most stars of time

That we are~

My body was hunched over like precious shards; my secrets were revealed among so many, I sat at the desk looking out the window at the sparkling starry night, the breeze felt good as it brushed my face blowing the curtains in and out. Why can't life be mellow like the curtains, why must there be so many disruptions?

I felt a cold shiver as I looked at the house I once loved.

There was always a mystery to the house; I knew others knew it too.

The man that died in the house that faithful day of June took years off my life. That was a bad day. I could not forget the look on his face, the look of death.

I knew I had to get away.

My once beauty was slipping so fast. I fought it as long as I could. If only I could find the fountain of youth. And find my true Love.

Selling my house and taking off to the beach where I had so many memories, mmmm I was actually starting to feel young again.

On that warm day in July walking in the sand, daydreaming, letting the waves roll over my feet and ankles. I looked up I saw the man of my past dreams;

To know so simply the touch

As I sleep alone

In a broken world;

The molasses air was thick

Slowly shroud in mists

Across the straits

To hear the echoes cry,

Sitting beneath the tree branch to ponder

About My Lord, My Life.

Waiting and looking for faith and hope praying the spirit heals with time.

The tide was flowing in gentle waters, oh Bring my heart home to ponder.

Sitting beneath the branch and pounder with wonder, watching the shores with a favored eye, remembering the kiss of past times;

As the mysteries stir past

Arise to thee dear love.

Oh sweet spirit

Spirit of thine

Keep me safe for thee

As I sit beneath the branch to ponder

And wonder until all of time~

So my darling hold me close

Let me feel your love to me

Touch my hair so gently

Tell me of your lasting love

Wrap your limbs around my form

Tell me sweet things

Before I hear the news

Of the goodbye of long ago;

As I sit and ponder

As I sit and wonder

As I sit and dream of the love of you.

Touch the spirit of mine, one last time~

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DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD