When the glass runs out of sand
Gently guide me through the night
Sit by me and hold my hand
Be my comfort and my light

Gently guide me through the night
Let us chase the shadows down
Be my comfort and my light
Let me see you smile not frown

Let us chase the shadows down
Though I see your eyes do weep
Let me see you smile not frown
Until such time as we may sleep

Though I see your eyes do weep
Sit by me and hold my hand
Until such time as we may sleep
When the glass runs out of sand

Thrumming life-threads are weaving the day,
Myriad summer colours of an abstract view,
Curling up between and under the far away.

I’m lost in the mix, a melting *** full of play,
My own shade of Dark, a subtle blended hue,
Thrumming life-threads are weaving the day.

Beautiful retro splendour, asking me to stay,
Flower in her hair, white petals, edged blue,
Curling up between and under the far away.

Smiling, she raises my soul from feet of clay,
Dark and Stormy cocktail easing me through,
Thrumming life-threads are weaving the day.

Cuban rhythm dancers give a riotous display,
Bohemian sight and sound unleashed on cue,
Curling up between and under the far away.

We sample dreams from an enchanted tray,
Allowing hearts, minds, and spirits to renew,
Thrumming life-threads are weaving the day,
Curling up between and under the far away.

©Paul M Chafer 2015

I went down in search of the bottom.
I Burrowed down through the filth of us all,
past blooded money and bodies turned rotten,
and found myself locked, somewhat, in a cell.
A large cell, however, but still without bottom.
They whipped me for years and with years upon years.
Though I never saw their face, I heard their tears
fall never to find a bottom.

Those tears are chaos- from and for nothing.
My pain is chaos- from and for nothing.
I descended down the structure I had been confined,
only to find it was bottomless, unstable and ill designed.
My journey was chaos- from and for nothing.
My punishment chaos- from and for nothing.
Now I burrow to escape deeper into my mind.
To let the constructs come crumbling- to lay flat those living lines.

Life is so precious that it has no price,
Value it,
Keep it safely,
Not that you shouldn't take risks but be realistic,
Once it slips out of you,
You're gone forever,
Don't take it for granted,use it while you still have it.
Use it to add value that will live on even when you're gone.
Live a life of fulfillment,
Follow your heart,
Run after your dreams and capture them,
Nothing should stop you because you only have one life to live with choice,
Choose well
Live well..

Well, i'll tell  you what I see,
Within this squared frame,
I see an artist
With limitless creations,
And an unceasing imagination,
A poet full of potential,
With bursting passion,
Person sweeter than sugar,
With a warm heart
Kinder than ever,
I see so much talent,
And so much still hidden,
That'll one day fully awaken,

Can you see it now?
Though this mirrors frame,
Your True Reflect.

~A.d | 18 Nov 2014