The clean white sheet of paper.

The steady dark of a dreamer.

The whistles in the wind.

You would hear them if you listened.

The ticking of the golden clock.

The drum and beat of the small wristwatch.

The steady glow of angels above.

If you could only see the dove.

The harmony of the melody.

The showers and sparks of a newborn baby.

The glory of everything that you've got.

If only you thought of things other had not.

The slow and steady pacing of the wind.

The little kids frown of what had been.

The steady heartbeat of teh little boys life.

If only you had the heart to throw away the knife.

The squeaking of the eraser as it glides across the paper.

The self absorbed woman who had finally met the reaper.

The steady glow of the star.

If only you could realize what you are.