There is a weariness of fairy tales
A magical desire to just surrender
To sleep dark and seamless space
And let the gaze follow the black

Shifting sand with nothing to hold
Onto,dust falling through fingertips
The gap in the curtains showing the
Black dog the way to a saddened soul

Smooth sea that never made a sailor
Years of education that never taught
How to love yourself or have dignity
Or how to nurture with open hearts

A child's high voice sounding like
A spash of pennies falling together
A life waylaid by regret drowning
In shadows,untruths and uncertainty

I will hold you up when you can't stand
I will wipe tears away when you weep
I will fight for you when you give up
I will love you always and forever

The one who loves you will keep you
Centered and fill your heart with life
Trust the wisdom of your loving soul
And choose wisely who you empower

The awakening to knowledge of yourself
Is an individual process of seeking truths
Allow the stillness and find your peace
Nothing in nature blooms for all the year
Sometimes we can not escape the darkness
But we can learn to love ourselves there and
What we find may be a blessing in disguise

I understand the importance of anchors
And know what can happen when the
Rope that ties them to their life is cut

But here in the warm sea of creativity
I can feel the wings of happiness beating
As geese draw giant arrows in a red sky

Love cherishes these precious moments as
It anticipates the next heartbeat of potential
While mother tide puts the salty beach to bed

Allow yourself to spontaneously
Celebrate love and its glorious colours

Mystery seemed to attach itself to him
Years ago when the dream was new he
Had known he was looking for someone
That he had to go in the right direction

No matter how many times he dreamt
He just couldn't seem to find them and
Eventually he always found himself lost
Snipped out of reality with sharp scissors

His mind shied away like a horse refusing
To jump and his memories in the dark
We're shiny threads that swayed and
Moved almost ready to snap with sorrow

She wondered what it would feel like
To escape the rigid boundaries of words
And speak in the fluid language of art

The chemical pull of the pen was exciting
But the blissful sensation of the brush
May give way to time losing its meaning

Her love of art came from her childhood
Story books when opened meant she
Could fall inside the wonderful illustrations

Years of life and years of passion spent inside
Black and white sketches and drawings
Magical incredible frightening and amazing

She feels the silence between poetry and art
She feels them expand and soften until it seems
Like a giant bubble that holds them both