The universe pulls us, pushes us, dances with us
in a whirling dervish of sorrow and joy, pain and pleasure.
The answers to all our problems swirl, twirl, and curl,
all tantalizing, often just beyond our grasp.

Tendrils of the soul reach out into the universe searching for truth,
exploring other possibilities, touching things unknown for now.
All things exist out there somewhere.
All truth, all knowledge, all solutions.

Haven't we all felt that uncertain knowing, if only I could remember?
Maybe a dream showed us an answer, or a fleeting though that slipped away.
All those lost thoughts go back out into the universe, waiting for the right
one to "see" it, understand and use it in its own proper time.

But here, as well, are the mysterious answers, lessons learned
yet hidden from humanity until the time is right.
All within us all, just out of reach, out of knowing.
All the cures, all the hope, all the answers.

If the answers are in us, what can release all solutions,
for all the ills, the pains, the longings?
What do we hold within us all that could and will change everything?
You know, we all know...deep inside.

Eternal love.

Copyright ©2007 Marlaine M. Floyd

There's nothing for either of us anymore.
It's something that neither of us can ignore.
But yet we go on and keep playing those scenes
as though we were acting out some author's dreams.

So here we are playing those tunes and those games,
forgetting that each of us have our own names.
Both of us hoping that something remains,
but using each other for personal gains.

Why do we always pretend that we care?
The reason for doing so just isn't there.
Days turn to months, and months into years.
Must we continue to shed all those tears.

What will we do when we've run out of time?
Keep playing those tunes and keep hoping for rhymes.
How can we torture each other each day?
Why don't we give up and go our own way?

Keep playing those tunes. Keep hoping for rhymes.
But we know we've run out of all the good times.

Lyrics by
Marlaine M. Rathman

Copyright ©2007 Marlaine M. Floyd

Floating along on the thought of a spring breeze.
Whistling around tree trunks and tickling new buds.
Passing a bird's love song. Gliding with a butterfly.
Following a path in the woods. Alerting a fawn.
Overseeing all that is.
Continual motion.

Conveying a thought in the wind.
Nudging a cloud. Encouraging a kite to twirl.
Throwing a petal for a kitten. Singing in a pup's ear.
Tracing a mountain's side and parachuting from its peak.
Knowing all that is.
Continual life.

The thought of a warm caressing zephyr.
Coaxing an unsteady fledging. Sending seeds to new homes.
Airing a winter-weary house. Shaking out laundry hanging on a line.
Releasing a river from its icy bonds.
Helping all that is.
Continual joy.

Marlaine M. Rathman

Copyright ©2007 Marlaine M. Floyd

Just like the last time, there's nothing new.
You're just the same as the last time through.
Don't tell me that you have changed.
I can tell, nothing's rearranged.
You're just the same. Your eyes are shining just like before.
Your smile is saying that you're coming back for more.
Don't tell me that you have changed.
I can tell, nothing's rearranged.
You're just the same.

You know my feelings. They're just the same.
Now you just stand there, playing that old game.
Don't tell me that you have changed.
I can tell, nothing's rearranged.
You're just the same.

So if you need me, I'm on your side.
Just like the last time when we really tried.
Don't tell me that you have changed.
I can tell, nothing's rearranged.
We're just the same.

Lyrics by
Marlaine M. Rathman

Copyright ©2007 Marlaine M. Floyd