A small boat sailing,
Drifting just off the shore.
The compass is failing,
No lighthouse on the moor.
Alone without starlight,
Waves rock her cradle,
Pulled by the moon kite,
A slender white ladle.
She struggles through the night,
Rudderless and fearful.
Will morning ever come,
Happily tearful?
Til then quietly hum,
A lullaby of old,
To calm the night inside,
And brighten the dark cold.
The ocean beckons wide,
Speaking of dawns elsewhere.

An early spring morning-
Fog hangs on the river.
Dawn's light again born king,
Dances with the shadows,
A lovely scene beheld.
Great beauty, yet simple,
Nature alone is here.
I should be lifted up,
By this perfect sunrise,
Yet I am struck instead,
With an aching torment.

Unable I, to speak,
Its etiology,
Nor put to words the pain.
I cannot comprehend,
Why a scene picturesque,
Should cause such emptiness.
My soul pines for beauty,
Always, unrelenting,
In anticipation,
Of a heaven on earth.

Thus when a glimpse I view,
Expecting paradise,
No words can near explain,
The downcast turn of soul,
Realizing what exists,
And what shall never come-
A beautiful abode,
Free of pain, hurt, and death,
Is so far from this day.
Far from reality,
What is longed for greatly,
Expectations unmet.

Reunited by a view,
On a gay spring morning,
Of paradise hoped for.
My soul aches in knowing,
That nothing will appear,
Resembling that full grace.
No form nor shape given,
Ever to my dream place.

Ensconced in beauty,
Bathed in viridian light,
Robed in the peaceful slumber,
Of undisturbed sleep,
The pasture outside grows lush.
Peaceful on this autumn afternoon,
Is the breathing of a napping cat.
In sunlight through the library window,
Golden hues glint off her orange fur.
The only sound a gentle thrum,
Of purring contentedly in dreams.

Like rose petals floating downstream,
Full blooms cast into the sea,
Forgotten soon after,
As nights reluctant spent,
In beds of strangers gleam,
Dimly in memory like weak tea.
This one brews strong with laughter,
Smiles and sighs, steamy scent,
Of this lover now with she,
Who calls into the void of time,
A mute cry for meaning,
Some remnant to live in legacy.
Within the deafness of space be,
Evidence of them. Zest of lime,
Tang of life, short and leaning,
Ever closer to abyss in ecstasy.
Here in your arms I am free,
All is easy, all is well.
I can still smell your scent,
Still breathing you in.
Your warm hands hold me tight,
Our breathing syncs together.
That gentle rise and fall,
Of your chest against mine.

There’s so much pain,
And I am powerless,
In this world,
To do much of anything.
These problems are too big,
And I feel so small.

I'll never amount to anything,
I can never do things right.
I'm always questioned,
Always second guessed.
Never taken at my word,
They must think I'm dumb or lazy.
Maybe I am... I'm starting to believe them.
This world feels too harsh for me,
I want to go to sleep and not wake up.
I wish I could run away,
I don't want to be here.
I am not happy.
When was the last time I was happy?
A very long time ago.
Yes, minutes and even hours
Of happiness occur,
From time to time,
But it never lasts.
I'm always afraid, unsure,
Nervous, anxious, sad.
Life doesn't feel like a blessing,
It feels like a prison.

Beautiful and swimming,
Dancing in my head,
Dreams from repose forgotten,
Sweet and simple fish.
Little do they know,
But in their scales lie hidden,
Jewels of  mind’s abode,
For me to figure out those gems,
Understanding is my task.
To know the puzzle of those gems,
Placed within the scales,
Belonging to the fishes that are my dreams.
Dance again lovely ones,
You have something to tell.
In time I will make sense,
Of the beautiful world you hold.