I live a life
Of dreams in day.
Loves of light
I often gave.

Connections bloom
Like flowers in May.
The air it looms
Through bright lit rays.

Song birds in tune
As I skip and sway.
My mind now bright ,

And here I’ll stay.

I know
There is light.
I can see it
Through these cloudy skies.

And I know you say
‘There’s more than meets the eye.’

And you’re right.

But this day is night
And for now I ponder,

A cycle of death
I sit so somber.

Yet I know that all
Will come to flow.

But for now
I feel
So very low.

Here I sit ,
In the core of night.
So far from bright
Are my eyes so sore.

And my mind
It’s worn.
From troubles that aren’t
The ones I’ve bred,

For now I hold
A plate of death.
Made by others ,
That chose me instead,

To bear the suffers
Of life’s loose ends.

When life gives rain,
The clouds they form.
The sun it hides
Through bangs of storm.

The ground is wet,
As your steps are small.
But what will happen
If you let yourself fall?

Oh yes it hurts,
You feel it for days.
But your wounds they heal
As the pain it fades.

And remember the rain?  
That once poured high.
Now look outside

At the sun in the sky.

My mind is aloof.
Not a thought too kind,
Too ignorant for truth.
Though I cannot blame it,
Life is too cruel.
It is afraid
Of it's ailment,
It runs with no fuel.
But here she is,
My little sweet heart.
Pumping love to me,
From the very start.
Turning thoughts of pain
To ones now mild.
For my heart
Is a mother,

And my mind it's child.

My body is weak,
Engrossed in these sheets.
This land of comfort
Is all that I seek.
For one moment
Im asleep,
The next i'm awake.
My eyes they close,
I'm drifting away.
In slumber,
I ponder,
Wishing day for night.
For moving is sombre,

My mind sleeps tight.

Walk,
Talk,
Sleep,
Wake.
This is my cycle,
Day to day.
It drags,
It flows,
It gives me less hope.
No cycle with hills,
Just a constant low.
In skin,
In body,
In sin
And woes.

My calling is somewhere,
But where is it I go?