Created with love on June 6, 2003

Imagine if you will
Dripping with chocolate

Imagine how wonderful
How delicious
How wonderlicious
It would be

It can happen
Just set yourself free

And walk with me

©Walt Page 2003

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Gentle Waves

One of my earlier poems,
created on March 6, 2001.

Like waves gently
Kissing the shore
Her love washes over me

The sounds of the shore
Echo through my mind
As her love surrounds me

In the passion of an embrace
The tide of love rushes to meet me
And I am at peace

©Walt Page 2001

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The Magic Of Music

There’s a magic in music
A feeling of joy
Songs that bring memories
With each beat of your heart

A toe tapping rhythm
That your parents called noise
It starts in your head
Travels down through your heart

Snapping your fingers
Tapping your feet
Lifting your spirits
Bringing a smile

Music is love
Music is life
Music will lift you
And make everything right

Rock or Country
Slow sexy jazz
Classical and New Age
Gospel and Big Band

Your choice doesn’t matter
They all bring the same joy
Let your heart feel the magic
Let your lips form a smile

Let the music embrace you
If just for awhile
Let the magic of music
Show you the way

You’ll find that the music
Will brighten your day

©Walt Page 2018

Soulana, Sister Land To Everdream

It’s a magical place that I visit
As I sit alone in the dark
A place of mystery and night songs
Where I go to quiet my heart

It’s doesn’t matter if I write
For that’s not why I’ve come
Soulana is my quiet place
To visit when day is done

But the music of Soulana fills my soul
And poems start to form
My heart tells me what to write
As words escape my pen

The words start flowing faster now
Words of love and words of life
Inspiration comes in wave after wave
Tsunamis of words that I need to write

Find your Soulana and go there tonight
The words will come and you’ll start to write
Feel the magic of Soulana flow through your pen
It will make you believe in your writing again

©Walt Page 2018

A Land Called Everdream

In my head there’s a land called Everdream
Where I write my poems under bright moonbeams
Where the ink flows from deep in my heart
And music is played on a golden harp

I write of kindness, beauty and love
Of blessings sent from the heavens above
Poems for lovers who renew their vows
Words on paper that I hope will arouse

Everdream, created by me, created for you
Where I write my poems, some old, some new
A magical place that’s found in my head
Where I work my magic that may never be read

I write for lovers whose stars have crossed
To make them realize they were never lost
My words will reach them in their dreams
And welcome them to Everdream

©Walt Page 2018

Maybe It Was Her Smile

Maybe it was her smile
Perhaps it was her hair
It could have been our love of music
Since she played guitar and I played drums

I liked the ocean, she liked the country
She trained horses, I trained resort staff
An unlikely coupling
But a match made in heaven

We share a love of Scotland
Country music and classic rock
We’re living in the country
With 2 horses, 9 rescue dogs

It started with her phone number
That a friend brought me one day
“She’s waiting for your call” he said
“She’s not that far away”

What followed were the phone calls
We talked for hours every night
About favorite places, music and our dreams
We hadn’t even met yet, but I could feel the love begin

A week went by before I said
“I’m driving up to see you”
I could hear the smile in her voice
As she gave me the directions

When I arrived that Sunday
Her Mom answered the door
“You must be Walt” she said
“I am Susan’s Mom”

Suddenly my heart beat faster
When a vision of loveliness appeared
“This is Susan” her mother said
And all I said was “Wow”

Was that a good or bad wow” Susan softly said
Which put us both at ease
I may have fallen in love that day
For my heart was telling me so

We both felt strongly that we had loved before
In another time, another place, a thousand years before
Ten short weeks after we had met
We were married at Medieval Times

Maybe it was her smile, perhaps it was her hair
It might have been our love of music
But I believe that God looked down
And gave us the love we share

©Walt Page 2018

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