Then They Can Live
The train has finally
arrived, the anxious people climb aboard.
When will they start to live?
|CheckmateLife is a game of Chess,
The concept is the same.
You move for life, and sometimes guess
What fate will be in store.
The man who knows the game the best,
And applies his knowledge to a cause
Will rise and read his joyous quest;
To please his maker and himself.
But those who develop a negative chart
Unable to pass through the victory gate;
Give up a feeling of pride in their heart
Because they've been labeled "Checkmate."
- Keith Russell
- Sherrie Stayner
|Unexpectedly his dark, saddened eyes fixed on
Oh, how long he had been gone from my sight!
A breath of cool air entwined itself among my curls.
I gazed steadily upon his face with tear-dimmed eyes,
Oh, how beautiful my love looked just then.
Suddenly the lonely gap filled with a glow of warmth.
I wondered if in the space of time, thoughts of me filled his mind?
Oh, how sweetly our tears did seem to fall.
His were tears of a man; strength softened by emotion.
Soul to soul, face to face, we searched each other's open hearts,
Oh, how softly he held me close.
Tender love words tumbled smoothly, gently from his mouth.
That ecstatic night was made for only those who love,
Oh, how gently was his tear, his smile.
I had my answer then; what could be more beautiful?
We met that night on equal terms; both needing the other,
Oh, the inexpressible comfort!
Our thoughts and feelings mingled; we were made into one.
Walking in a wintry wood;