THERE MUST BE SOMETHING

THERE MUST BE SOMETHING

Behind the closed eyes
Within the clenched fist
There must be something
That we have missed.

Something substantial
Something that's strong
There must be something
To move us along.

Ringing in ears
Caught in the throat
There must be something
To calm those tears.

Perhaps it's a song
Maybe even a prayer
But I know there's something
To move us along.

To move us along
A new road of peace
There must be something
So that violence will cease.

Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 12-7-10

WHEN CHILDREN PLAY

WHEN CHILDREN PLAY


When children play the heart is light
The whole world swells with pure delight
God smiles upon us, dries the tear
And wipes away all trace of fear
As Joy with the soul ignites.

The toys upon the floor appear
To make all sadness disappear.
It's children's glee we must invite,
When children play.

It may at times seem a bit trite,
But it is more than, "Be polite."
It must remain perfectly clear
That children oft are filled with cheer ...
So could we be, if we held tight ...
When children play.



Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 12-20-10

CAVE DWELLERS

CAVE DWELLERS

They stand,
monuments to time
silent markers
of a rite of passage
about which we humans
know nothing.

They move not,
these guardians of the
the deep earth.
There is no relief
no replacement will come
to revive them.

Formed through
mists and drops
sentinels to a history
which evades the mind
that will not look
beneath the surface.

And they rise.

Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 8-11-10

THE CRYSTAL FLUTE

THE CRYSTAL FLUTE

Just before dawn, the fairy queen rises,
she stretches, and views the night sky.
Dancing with stars by the flickering moon
she softly blows kisses good-bye.

The hour has come for dawn to arrive,
but dawn waits for the music to call.
Fairy queen raises her crystal flute to her lips.
The sun she soon will enthrall

She plays a melody sweet and clear.
The sun dances upon the horizon.
Dawn is now come, she returns to her own
The crystal flute, waits for new dawn to come...

Michelle Wooten
© 7-5-04

CARDIGAN IN THE CLOSET

CARDIGAN IN THE CLOSET

She kept a cardigan in her closet, for windy days,
A vibrant red, a touch of green, to ward off winter's haze.
She'd put it on to go outside to simply sit and gaze
At a sinking sun that settled, no longer giving rays.

The cardigan in her closet, simply a reminder
Of how she once had lost herself, no one else could find her.
Wandering within her mind, she could not have been blinder.
Eyes wide open, Soul so closed, the world should have been kinder.

She kept a cardigan in her closet, comfort well worn;
A cardigan in her closet, a bit tattered, a bit torn;
A symbol of those younger days when dreams could still be born,
But older now, there are no dreams, there's only time to mourn.

It happens in the instant that a Cardigan appears -
Dreams held within the closet flee to drown within Hope's tears.


Michelle Wooten
© 3-5-08