The Cavern

Welcome to the Cavern,
Built from stone and timber,
Hidden in a reclusive glade,
Of one to remember,

Where a river runs,
From ample streams,
Where a wood fire burns,
Through a night of dreams,

Above the Hearth a painting sits,
Of a place untouched by controlling hands,
Where life is free in this peaceful place,
By the shores of golden sands,

Under the window of this Cavern,
An old oak desk does reside,
With paper laid out on top,
And a pen placed neatly to the side

And so this Cavern shall remain,
A perfect place for a painter or writer,
Filled with so much inspiration,
That may even flow from the river,

Jennifer Don 2010

One

We are one, you and I
Whether we sing, or cry
We are the same, you and I
Under the stars in the sky

We are one, you and I, can you see
Differences there are, but still your free
Take my hand and you hold your own
But I say now, I'm not your clone

It's with truth that I speak
There are answer's that you seek
There are questions you long to ask
As you go about your task

We are one, you and I
Whether we laugh or sigh
As you can see within my silent eyes
A mirror with your long awaited replies

We are one, I say to you
My brother or sister it is true
Under the shell of the illusion that you see
We are the same, we are one, we are free.

Jennifer Don 2010