Poetry #1

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All The Rain

my heart gave out, gave in and turned away
and all i seemed to have was rain
then in the morning of a brand new day
you woke me with a love so bright
sorrow through the dark has seen the day
i am changed and i overcome.

here in the light of a holy God
all the pain has washed away
forever captive to your mercy mine
i hold on tight to who you are
three days down and now you walk again
your loving kindness flows ever on.
Vivian Louise Saavedra

Awake

Awake
Awake.
Awake.
Awake.

I should be sleeping,
but I am not,
I could be dreaming.

Instead, I pray,
I read,
And sometimes cry.

My enemy, the clock
Stares boldly
Mercilessly mocking.

Tossing and turning,
Desperate,
I get out of bed.

It's a new day.
Vivian Louise Saavedra

Miss Gaily's Pillow

Gently down she sets her head,
at the scene of her unrest.
Dreams and tears, screams and secrets,
transverse her nightly test.

Sacred is the silence she demands,
blessed are the hours when she flies.
There in the dark watches where she longs,
to soar through azure skies.
Vivian Louise Saavedra


Miss Ya
Miss ya in the morning, miss ya at night,
You seem as far away as a satellite.
Miss ya so much it makes me hurt,
You should see these tears my eyeballs squirt.

Miss ya like crazy, miss ya completly,
Miss ya from my headly down to my feetly.
Miss ya real bad and it's a big fat bore,
Just missin' and missin' till my misser gets sore.
Vivian Louise Saavedra