Standing on the broken cliffs
Watching the tide retreat
It carries my heart
Every beat,
I wait for it to come in once again.
I'm always here
In stalwart verse
Providing words of certainty,
Lionness of the pride,
Reliable everytime,
Soldier marching in stride
Are you frightened by the quiet blaze in my eyes?
I know it's a little intense sometimes
I'll close them for you tonight.
I keep myself on a leash
Knowing when the day comes I am released
I'll admit it was a lie
While I stood on the cliffs
Waiting like a guardian of ancient times,
I wanted to be free
Join my heart in the sky and seas
Longing for the moon and stars
Bringing in high tide
So I may feel one more time.

The voices of a plague
Arguing every which way
They never cease except to agree on better pay
Until the Emperor stands
Quieting any in his way
The prisoners will be hanged
And the people are needing grain
Enough of petty and greedy mistakes
If the Senate is content to do nothing but harangue
Then the Emperor will rise from the grave
And squash democracy for tyranny
For the people's sake
So they can eat and live in peace
And that will be a bitter day
But Ceasar may already be on his way.

Mirrored lake
Disturbed by a falling leaf
Gentle ripples spreading out
As the leaf sticks to the surface
In a moment becoming one with the water
A person comes along
Seeing the still lake with wonder
Disrupts it by tossing a stone
A satisfying vacuum plump
As the stone hits and sinks
Pulled down to watery dephs,
For longer than the one who threw it there will live
Ripples from the epicenter
Stretching across the mirror
Distorting all who stare
In time the stillness returns
The waves disappear
And the stone becomes another resident of the mirror
Someone is always throwing stones
And life is dropping leaves
But the mirrored lake always returns
Asking you to look into it
Without tossing stones.

I once had a professor
I took his class on passionate whim
Though I spent my days in labs
With test tubes and pippettes
His class fascinated me
So I signed up just to balance my time
Too much science isn't good for the mind.

It was in a building I had never been
I sat down and waited for class to begin
The clock struck one
It was only me and two others
Am I in the wrong class? I wondered
When in walked a man
Dressed very professionally
That was rare to see.
He smiled and said hello.
He sat down, exchanging pleasantries with the guys next to me.
He glanced at me and smiled
He said he knew the other two
They were philosophy students of his.
He asked my name and I told him
This is a small class he said as one more came in
The guy sat down and was rather talkative
The professor said hello and asked what major he was in.
History the student said
The professor nodded and said this class will go nicely with that.

I was feeling out of place
The only girl and not even in the humanities
The professor asked what I studied
Biology I said.
Everyone quieted and stared at me quizzically
One chuckled and asked if I was in the right class
This is Ancient Greek? I asked
The professor nodded with a grin
"It is, let's begin."

I saw myself today
Standing on the plains
The sky was grey
And the breeze smelled of rain
Tall grass brushed against my legs

I turned and saw myself
Asking why I came
My answer was a smile upon my face
Electricity coursing through my veins
My breath a part of the day
Giving life and letting go of every pain

I saw myself today
Sitting in a storm by a single tree
The winds never disturbing the place
Laughter on my lips
Sadness in my eyes
Questions and answers dancing happily
While I rest

I saw myself today
Having nothing and everything to say
On the grassy plains
I let the scene slide
Knowing it's where I reside
Where heaven and earth collide.