I am Life and I am asking for your hand.
Will you take me, to love and to hold, to dance and to sing,
to play and be gay, to laugh and to ****,
to re-open the closed loop.
To reach and to grasp the impossible odds,
we stand tall as we sway, away from the frauds.
We stroll down the meadows, across the creek bed,
we lay on the grasses, I hold your sweet head.
The ferns brush your skin, the trees paint the skies,
you look at me-life and say stare into my eyes.
What do you see, as you peer into me?
I see a reflection, of the most brilliant form of me.
You ask me-life "what lies before me?"
I smile and say you do, as you lay aside me.
Our paths form reality, as our thoughts lay thy bricks.
Will you carve them from soft clay, or the rose's thorny ******?
The depths found by thought, the glisten in your eye's,
tells me you well know, how precious are our lives.
Whispering a secret, blown into your ear,
let these tears of sorrow, meet the tears of cheer.  
Down the path we dance, singing hand in hand.
Squeezing mine as I kiss yours, we set off into the land.
Cozied by the fire, before a brand new day.
From dusk to dawn we stroll, laying bricks of clay.

Voiced through prayer, these words of care, hold vibrations of love, met by the air. 'Round they twist, as life blows a kiss, raising the dust, unbound by its lift. Once stars in the sky,  these lights now lie, under our feet, for they never shall die. Heard by sound, seen by sun, all dance together, in a fusion of one. As they laugh and play on this radiant day, a form takes shape in this stunning display. Hair floats with grace, Skin soft and fair, a smile lights up the darkest despair. She opens her eyes, naked and bare, a sight to behold, as she's held in the air. The wind tickles her ***, and try as she might, she laughs at herself, knowing it's alright. She feels her feet and wiggles her toes, meeting the ground, striking a pose. As the dance of the stars, fills her with light, vibrationally bound, She glows ever bright. This dance of life continues to thrive - just watch as she grooves, you'll feel her vibe. When I felt our eyes meet, my heart skipped a beat, lost in a trance, I fell head over feet. I once held her hand. I once held her hair. I once felt the love, that those stars had to share. I once seen them dance. I once watched her groove. I just seen my feet, starting to move. Those stars that we see, are never too high. Stand tall and you'll see, You are where they lie.

Awakened from your sleep, my hand wipes clean your eyes,         
 brushing your sweet cheek and smiling with your rise.
The sun's rays hit your face, drying your dazed cries.
A shiver down your spine, the electric currents thrive
livened by the spark, of self worth's own reprise.
Slowly you now stir, shy to think you wear,
threads of embarrassment, pearls of despair.
Those are simply memories, now breathe the fresh new air.
Fill your lungs with wishful hope, gentle love, and tender care.
As you sit up in bed, I kneel by your side.
Hello my name is life and my heart is open wide.
Stray from me if you will, but hear my plead first and...
If you must forego my offer, I'll still help you when I can.
I beg again to hear my plea, from far across the land,
once again my name is life, and I am asking for your hand.

I beg you to wake up, and wipe the sleep from your eyes.
"Let me stay a little while, there might be a surprise."
The words are from your lips, but are they from your heart?
  Are they just a wish, to justify the start.
I hear your pleading words, but do not see your eyes.
Still asleep you are, waiting for your prize.
A reward for your silence, a strapping for your sighs
quickly learn your place, or be stained by your cries.
Happiness redefined, as a blind eye to the lies
a fear of setting anger, to calling out the guise.
Sitting still you wonder, if silence saved your fray
or did it just postpone, what awaits a future day.
Scared.. alone, you're told -you have been good today..
your prize is my anger, held back for a brief play
- An act of subtle mercy, emotions lightly touched
a breath you've been granted, a band-aid for your cuts.