One night soon
someone
will strike a match
on a stone
and read my name.

No more little girl frightened
Trying to stay quiet as a mouse
No more frightened
In a place she once
Thought of as her house

No Lucy has found solace in one of God's
Most smallest creatures the ~ Lightning Bug
but it does not make this any less extraordinary

The lightning bug is unassuming in the daytime
but lights up with its own night light at night
The darkness brings out its best gift

Lucy is also a light in the dark
For she has overcome unfathomable pain
Her house is a shadowy womb of horror and crime
But that is a story for another time

This is a story of hope and of Lucy
Darkness has plagued her long enough
Lucy identifies with the little living being
and she needed something to believe in

The best way to get rid of all that scary darkness
Is to turn on the light
Lucy's new friend has shown her this
Now she is able to smile through the pain
Like sunshine in the rain

I am ready
for every single cell
to be lit up
like a torch
flaming up to
the constellations,
all past debris
to be scorched
I am ready
to spread fingers drifting
to the finer points
of the sky
to hold up
the firmament
of my own existance
without needing
to question why
I am ready
to dance on water
toes on surface
splashing
I am ready to
travel deeper, further
without fear
of my heart
crashing
I am ready
to take on
the the indigo fire
of truth
I am ready to feel
my full ripeness
inside me
blushing youth
The juice of the fruit
is just at the edge
ready to burst and to pour
in tiny dewy droplets
bespeaking the promise
of more
I am ready to turn on the switch
and let the light show begin
my auroral inner cosmos
erupting
       from within

You came into my life
the way spring comes to wake up everything around
planting flowers in my soul
making the sun rise
and the stars shine
when all I could see was darkness
and moonless skies.

Like a prisoner dreaming of freedom
I spend my darkest hours dreaming of you
in my heart there was such a hole
and you with a smile
filled it whole.

Water has a bad taste
cause my lips are pinning for your sweet wine
and nothing  can compare with the elixir
my hearth wants to have

I would fall in hell a million times
to feel the way your flame burns my body,
I will prey to all the gods of the world
to  have you in my eyes
the way I have you in my mind

I am a prisoner and you such a free soul
I am a prisoner
dreaming of the freedom
the freedom you are
in my weakest bones.

If not for my eyes
Grown accustomed to being lost in the woods
Entrenched in the subtle darkness that is always collapsing
Without color I see gray figures in the night
But I can't imagine their faces
If not for my eyes
I would have never seen you
If not for my ears
The noise of bitter cries and longing screams
The disarranged voice of love not speaking louder than the din
Without music I can still hear melodies
But the key would keep on changing
If not for my ears
You could not speak to me
If not for my nose
The stench of life and its rotting carcass
The odeous wind of putrid odor that finds me even in fields
within the stink I still smell your perfume
But the aroma is gone to soon
If not for my nose
I could not have smelt you
If not for my tongue
Often times abrubt and razor wire
The bitter flavor of the most sour and hateful food
Only wanting of sugar and honey
But going without
If not for my tongue
I go my life without your taste
If not for my skin
These hands which hold broken glass
These frayed out nerve endings too many times feeling pain
But desirious of pleasure
Carnal knowledge
And stimulation
If not for my skin
I never would have felt you

Don't worry my love
Not when clouds crowd the broken horizon
It is not a threat of rain
But rather the promise of gifts life-giving

Fall on me from the greatest heights
Fall on me heavy like a stone

Do not worry my love
Because an unseen hand guides me
Tempers the flames of the fires of hell
And controls it in a wood stove
Only so we may be warm

Dare not worry my love
Because if these dark thoughts grow
They grow in life and not death
And I am still alive
Still striving to reach you
To hold you
To paint your naked body
With the color of my kiss
Every part of you
All your skin

Don't worry my love
I am learning how to walk
On water

I was always content to fall into darkness
To fade into nothingness
My light could only could only shine so bright
That it was blinding
If no one can see
What's the use in showing?
but you can see me
At times it only would seem that the hands that touch me
Are nothing I can feel
I was only looking at endings
Final chapters in a novel about ghosts and wishing wells
A finished story
And even the meaning behind it is lost
but you can reach me
I was
But how can I be now
Now that I've found you!
I was always becoming
But you showed me how to be
What I want to be
A rock on a shoreline
Pounded and pounded by the cruelest waves
But still standing strong
Still standing
I was always content with nothing
But you showed me something
Something about you is everything
Everything I ever dreamed
And if I was content to die before
At this point I want nothing more
That to show you love
And I'll burn as the brightest star
With all my might
I'll be a light
To guide you home at night
I was always content before
Now
I look for something more
I look to you

As so often
I find myself telling the same story
Of a reckless young man
Who skated on thin ice
With every move and decision
A gamble
A spin of the wheel
Risking sanity, soul and life
Spin and spin again
Add passion to the grinding day
Add colour to the morbid grey
Oh, foolish young man
Now that he's old and damaged
Boredom raises it's dull-eyed head
As he practises being dead
Spin and spin again

                                  By Phil Roberts