Crista Acker 

Benicia, California, USA 

 
 
 

Crista Acker has lived in Benicia, California her entire life. She is seventeen years old and goes to Diablo Valley College. Her hobbies include reading and writing, especially poetry, and she hopes to one day become a professional writer.

 

Unveiled

The great circle of life shines through us all 
Giving us the magic of hopes and dreams 
With rainbows and stars that in the night fall 
Powering us with illuminous beams 
The balance of nature was here before 
Now through humanity it has been cast 
Far away from our cities crowded shores 
Only to be seen in the distant past 
How could I possibly show them the way 
Awakening the visions in their eyes 
So everyone can see beyond today 
And discover where our own future lies 
With light of the galaxies I have sailed 
To bring you the future to be unveiled

The Sands Of Time

A blossoming rainbow of melted dreams 
Showering down in contented streams 
Onto clouds set adrift by the winds of chance 
Carrying my memories through a brilliant expanse 
But below these towering skies my mind seeps 
Tumbling through uncharted oceans of sleep 
Only to wish for the trance to unfold 
And wash me away to a fountain of gold 
I long fo what splendor may await me tomorrow 
While slipping away beyond yesterday's sorrow 
If you uncover my trove of secrets, please tell 
Which riddle will reverse this haunting spell 
It encircles my heart in transparent wreaths 
Drowing the sweet sparkles that lie just beneath 
Yet in serene silence I can hear a whispering 
As the wavering sands of time and shifting

Imagine

Imagine adventuring up to the sky 
Presented with the twinkling of twilight 
Drawn upwards upon wings of desire you fly 
Destined for illustrious lands of delight 
Notice how the rainbows disperse and fade 
Vanishing into the shadow of the sun 
From here a reflection of reality is displayed 
Exotic fantasy has just begun 
Beware, for its insights are often obscured 
Whispered words become chimes of serenity 
Seek and recapture this vibrant harmony, so pure 
As it pours from the lips of divinity
All poems Copyright © 1997 Crista Acker. All rights reserved.